Two minutes later...
"That..."
"Shut up!"
"Aye!"
With just one word, Iwazaki Hideyoshi, who was nervously trying to ask sothing while swallowing hard, fell silent. He stood before several corpses, held a blood-stained long knife, and closed his eyes, feeling the strange ntal state where the whole world seed to slow down, gradually fade away.
After a long ti, Ning Shisan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still carrying traces of obsession and loss.
That feeling, like Superman suddenly losing his powers and turning back into an ordinary person, the extre contrast almost made the resolute Ning Shisan unable to resist giving himself another shot.
This stuff... seems to be addictive if used too much...
Looking at the assassins who had fallen at his feet, and then at his own hands, Ning Shisan was internally shocked.
Could this really have been done with his bare hands?
Although the enemies this ti didn’t have firearms, thinking about the just now seemingly "Heavenly God State" like status, Ning Shisan doubted that his nervous reaction speed might have even dodged bullets?
Even if bullets out of the chamber still can’t be seen, even if you could see them, the body speed might not keep up.
But relying on rich battlefield experience to predict the opponent’s movents and approximate trajectory to dodge in advance was not difficult.
If this stuff were to be mass-deployed on the battlefield...
Just thinking of that brutal scene made Ning Shisan shiver.
The effects of this stuff seem very similar to NZT-48 from the movie "Limitless."
As expected, it’s an unscientific organization, able to create such fantasy-like black technology things, this world really has beco unrecognizable to him...
Looking at the watch, although the ti sense was sowhat distorted under the dication, the entire drug effect lasted about only five minutes from start to finish.
Body condition... apart from the brain feeling slightly dizzy and breathing slightly rapid, there were no other adverse reactions...
Rembering these silently, he did not forget, the final task required writing a "drug experience report," and it had to be at least three thousand words...
Sigh!
Turning his head, he looked at Iwazaki Hideyoshi with strange little stars in his eyes.
Strictly speaking, testing the drug was just a side task, this was the true mission goal tonight...
"Co with !" He coldly spat out a few words, surprisingly in authentic Fusang language.
As a forr top international rcenary, mastering multiple languages was basic.
However, his grandfather had participated in the anti-war, and Ning Shisan had always had no good feelings towards the Fusang people.
Upon hearing the authentic Fusang language, Iwazaki Hideyoshi’s eyes lit up.
Could it be a fellow countryman? His wariness slightly reduced.
Indeed, if they wanted to harm him, they wouldn’t have saved him from the assassins. The force value gap between the two was rely a matter of one slash.
"Sword Master, may I ask where you are taking ?"
Sword Master? What nonsense?
"Of course to a safe place, or do you want to stay and wait for the police to co and take you back for questioning?
I can’t guarantee they won’t continue to send people to kill you."
"They? Do you know who’s trying to kill ?"
"Who wants to kill you the most, don’t you know?"
Isn’t it just the sa old story of rich heirs fighting over family inheritance?
Although he was unhappy about being asked to co to rescue a Fusang person right after being cured, the organization’s "mission intelligence" was still as ticulous as ever.
Ti, people, place, cause of the incident, process...
Reading the intelligence briefing, he always had the illusion of reading a movie script, they even actually did storyboard!
It’s absurd!
"You’re saying... Iwazaki Yuhei?"
Iwazaki Hideyoshi frowned, though he had so vague suspicions, he found it hard to understand why Iwazaki Yuhei would suddenly be so crazy?
Could it be that the suspicion of his leaking information led to the failure of his mission to find the Buddha head?
But even if he died, the pri suspect would definitely be him, his grandfather’s hurdle couldn’t be passed...
Wait! Grandfather!
"Could it be... you were sent by my grandfather in secret to protect ?" His imagination ran wild.
That’s it, it must be, otherwise, why would a super expert suddenly appear to protect him for no reason?
Maybe grandfather had already seen through Iwazaki Yuhei’s plot?
"Your grandfather? Heh! He’s probably struggling to protect himself now..."
"What?"
Iwazaki Hideyoshi was stunned for a mont, then seed to realize sothing, and gradually his eyes widened in terror...
...
Fusang Capital.
"Grandfather, the authentic Da Hong Pao I specially brought back from Country Hua, how do you find the taste?"
"Hmm!"
Gently placing down the teacup, Iwazaki Hanzo faintly responded, neither saying it was good nor bad.
Looking at his respectfully behaving grandson, there was no fluctuation in his heart, but rather a dislike for Iwazaki Yuhei’s deliberate behavior to win favor.
But anyway, no matter what, he was one of the grandsons he valued the most...
"Enough, tea has been drunk, go back now, I still have so matters to deal with."
However, facing Iwazaki Hanzo’s undeniable authoritative voice, Iwazaki Yuhei did not, as usual, get up respectfully to leave but instead flashed a sinister smile.
"Heh! Grandfather, you are still so cold to , from childhood to adulthood, only when Hideyoshi tries to please you do you give him special attention.
Don’t you think you’ve been too biased?"
Iwazaki Hanzo was sowhat surprised to raise his head, then frowned.
"Do you know what you’re saying?"
"What? You can do it, but can’t let your grandson talk about it?"
"Bang!" "Insolence!"
Iwazaki Hanzo slapped the table, intending to rebuke this impudent grandson when suddenly his face froze, only to feel a dizzy spell overcoming him, and the next mont, his vision blurred.
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