His gaze was firmly locked onto the continuously flickering blueprints on the computer screen.
He wasn’t a professional, but based on the dense and intricate professional annotations on these blueprints alone, they didn’t seem like sothing fabricated out of thin air.
The slideshow finally stopped at a product effect image.
On the vast grasslands, Xiao Yue ran with abandon like any normal person, her black hair flowing, a smile blooming on her face like a flower...
Ning Shisan: "..."
You create a product effect image and even use AI face-swapping to make a targeted sales pitch?!
Are hackers really that idle these days...
However...he stared intently at the innocent smile blossoming on Xiao Yue’s face on the screen, sothing tender within him seed to be touched.
His mory seed to return to that war-torn place...
Before them, the image of that couple handing over a blood-covered Xiao Yue into his arms as they lay dying appeared in his mind.
That doll-like body, her little face sared with blood, looking at it made one’s heart tremble, guilt and regret surging within...
The journey of life is just like this, maybe for most of the ti we are in a daze, but in a few monts our thoughts undergo a tamorphosis...
This little girl, as if she was the hope for redemption in his life.
When he had risked his life to get her to the hospital, but in the end, due to the severity of her injuries, amputation beca unavoidable.
A once cheerful and vivacious little girl would now have to live her life in a wheelchair, becoming an everlasting wound in his heart that he could never nd...
"I do your bidding...and you can make Xiao Yue stand again?"
[That’s right, I prefer equivalent exchange to coercion.]
So coercion is an option when necessary?
He fell silent for a mont.
"It seems there aren’t any similar products on the market at all? How do I know you aren’t just writing checks you can’t cash?"
There are quite a few chanical prosthetics on the market, but their flexibility is nowhere near indistinguishable from a normal person’s.
And for soone like Xiao Yue, with severe disabilities above the knees, there’s not a single product that would allow a disabled person to move freely like an able-bodied person.
Even if there was talk of similar advanced technology, it lacked the conditions for large-scale production and marketability, let alone being within his financial reach to purchase.
ng Lang, hearing the other party ask this, knew that the other party was tempted.
[That’s right. Currently, it is only our lab’s internal technology, but I can assure you, no dical institution in the world has more advanced prosthetic technology than we do.
If you’re willing, in addition to your paynt for every mission, I can also custom-build a pair of prosthetics for her.]
Ning Shisan furrowed his brows.
No dical institution in the world has more advanced prosthetic technology than us?
He didn’t know where the other party’s confidence ca from.
But from the fact that the other person could stop his assassination attempt and steal a large amount of his personal data without a trace, the power behind this mysterious person was evident.
Deep down, he was sowhat convinced that perhaps the other party really could make Xiao Yue stand again...
"Why? If you have this technology, with your strength and power, you probably don’t lack manpower. Why pick to do your work?"
Shortage? How could we not be short of manpower?
Many of the top 500 companies in the world are desperately recruiting, so how could a rising organization like ours not be?
[We aren’t short of manpower, but we are short of talent. I chose you because I value your ability and record.
Your skills, extensive combat experience, and history as a rcenary in multiple countries are so of the reasons why I look up to you.
After all, the tasks I want you to do...are very dangerous!]
Ning Shisan was silent for a while, but if he really could trade what was left of his ti for the possibility of Xiao Yue standing again, then why not...
"What do you want to help you with?"
[Co on, help save the world.]
Ning Shisan: "..."
I’m afraid I haven’t encountered a middle-school syndro patient, have I?
Can you not co up with a more reliable reason?
[Alright, I knew you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, so pretend I never said it. As for what I want you to do, don’t worry. Although it’s extrely risky, I definitely won’t send you to your death.
From certain perspectives, being my assistant actually makes it pretty hard to die.]
Ning Shisan rolled his eyes internally. Extrely risky? Hard to die?
Are you sure these two phrases don’t have a logical conflict?
"What if I die?" Ning Shisan stared at the screen.
[Heh! In this world, who doesn’t face death? It’s just a matter of sooner or later, isn’t it?]
Ning Shisan’s eyebrows twitched.
He always felt there was a hidden aning in the other’s words...
"Don’t worry, our organization has its own unique ’risk transfer sche’. As long as you don’t do sothing foolish to cause your own demise, the chances that I can’t save you are pretty slim."
A unique "risk transfer sche"?
To whom is the risk transferred?
Ning Shisan felt the other guy’s choice of words was really odd, leaving him completely baffled.
He, of course, didn’t know that ng Lang’s so-called "risk transfer sche" was all about having a numbers advantage.
ng Lang had many "brothers," and naturally, Ning Shisan’s "brothers" would not be few in number either...
"How do you expect to trust you? I need more reliable assurances."
"Ding!" The next mont, his phone chid with a notification alert.
Seeing the transfer alert for 5 million RMB, Ning Shisan fell silent.
Compared to empty words, this assurance... seed quite reliable...
After all, even to buy his own life, 5 million seed a bit much...
"This is the reward for a mission, and you can completely trust our organization’s financial and material resources."
"What exactly is your organization?"
After asking, he felt he’d asked a dangerous question.
"Wait! Don’t tell , forget I asked!"
The more he knew, the more danger he feared, or rather... the deeper he would be entangled, neither of which he wanted.
"Oh, it’s fine to ask, actually..."
Why does that tone sound sowhat regretful?
Is it my imagination?
"Let’s get back to the point. Can you tell now what you actually want to do?" he said helplessly.
"No rush. Before I tell you the mission, you still need to pass so tests."
"What tests?" Ning Shisan frowned.
Could it be so kind of test of loyalty?
"Don’t be nervous, just think of it as casual chatting, talking about family matters, to strengthen so understanding and strategic mutual trust! Actually, I’m quite curious, why did you, a rcenary, switch to becoming a professional assassin? Do you feel a lot of pressure working as an assassin?
Also, why do you go by Ning Shisan? Isn’t it weird to use numbers as a na? Did your parents give you that na?"
Ning Shisan: "..."
What the hell kind of test is this? And asking about stress?
Are you conducting a psychological assessnt?
You’re looking to hire an assassin and you start off by chatting about this?
"Huh~" Ning Shisan exhaled, trying to calm his voice.
"I don’t think these questions will increase my understanding or strategic mutual trust with you. If you really don’t have anything else to ask, it’s quite late, I need to rest!"
"Alright then, let’s get back to the point!"
Ning Shisan’s expression beca a bit more serious, he looked ready to listen.
"Hmm... what’s your opinion on the situation in Syria?"
Ning Shisan: "..."
...
anwhile, ng Lang, who had hung up the call, closed his laptop, his lips curling into a slight smile.
This way, he had managed to cover a weakness in his "Small-Town Strategist" plan...
The reason he had chosen Ning Shisan, besides his remarkable abilities, and the fact that his experiences as a rcenary and an assassin suited adventuring on ng Lang’s behalf, was more important...
He was a man of great loyalty.
He had checked the other’s account funding records.
The money that Ning Shisan earned, apart from a large part donated to the widows of several forr comrades, the rest was all deposited into Ning Wuyue’s education insurance account, as if he had made preparations for future events.
What ng Lang had not ntioned was the dical diagnosis found in Ning Shisan’s computer, which had been deleted but later retrieved by Zero...
Fate seed to have never favored this pair of unfortunate souls.
Apart from a sense of empathy due to shared hardship, if there was a true mont that touched him...
Perhaps it was just that one word, "Uncle"...
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