The mouth, throat, and stomach were all filled with dagger-like teeth, and once ingested, it was like a potato falling into a machine at KFC to be cut into fries.
"This ship will continuously produce small drones for everyone to consu, and search for targets."
"Why not hack into the national system and directly launch a nuclear missile? Just kill the target." The giant asked.
Everyone turned to look at the Transformation Master.
"There's sothing I forgot to ntion, sorry," the Transformation Master said apologetically, "if the target is detected on location, all weapons will be rendered ineffective."
Silence.
The Witch asked in a profound tone, "So, the reason you don't use nuclear weapons is out of fear that the target might suspect you, leading to your elimination from the ga?"
"I've already reached the Heavenly Position; whether the mission succeeds or fails doesn't matter. Staying alive is what matters most."
Chop!
Thud, the Transformation Master's head rolled onto the conference table, spraying blood wildly as the Crimson Demon Emperor swung the Light Sword, buzzing noisily.
"Feels good."
"Of course," the head soaked in blood water showed a proud expression, "although I haven't touched these low-level toys for years, I've never neglected my craftsmanship; one's original intent is most important."
The Doctor remained oblivious and said to everyone, "Rember, our task is to stall the Players; as for the target, we're not suited for direct action; let the locals handle it."
The head spoke again: "Living, the pri directive of life, devoid of civilization..."
Chop!
The head was split in two.
No one knew where the Transformation Master's true form was; since their first separate operation, only these decoys appeared.
"Enough of this idle chat..."
Before the Doctor could finish speaking, Hong Ge exclaid, "You're impressive! You're noble!"
Hong Ge removed his helt, saying, "The Transformation Master mimicked my voice."
The Doctor continued, "...here's the intel I've gathered on the target. The girl is extrely hygienic; the restaurant she frequents prepares exclusive tables, chairs, and chopsticks for her and even assigns food monitors, ensuring no physical contact with n and scarcely with won..."
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Japan, Tokyo.
Jiutiao iji arrived safely.
From the mont she boarded the plane, Jing Liu, who had been tense for twelve hours, finally exhaled.
To prevent any mishaps, Jiutiao iji hadn't disclosed which route she would take, not even to her mother; thus, upon arriving in her territory, no one was there to receive her.
"Contact my mother and have her send soone over." Jiutiao iji ordered, her gaze growing more dangerous and sowhat reckless upon arriving here.
"Yes."
While waiting, the two rested in the VIP room, where Jiutiao iji had her private quarters.
A female attendant brought over a simple al, flashing a sweet smile and saying, "Please enjoy, Miss."
She took a dining knife from under the tray.
Chop!
Blood dripped, soaking into Jiutiao iji's pants.
"Who sent you?" Jiutiao iji's face was grim.
Jing Liu grabbed the dining knife with her left hand and pinched the servant's slender neck with her right.
The attendant opened her mouth but couldn't utter a breath before her eyes rolled back and she died.
"Poison?" Jing Liu briefly examined, then simply wrapped her left hand with a napkin, "Miss, we can't stay here any longer!"
"Go to the hall; I want to see if they dare kill in public."
Jing Liu used her shoulder to push open the heavy soundproof door.
Ratatatatatatatatatatata!
Intense and frenzied gunfire rained down on them like a heavy storm.
The airport, which seed normal before, was now strewn with bodies as gunn brandishing rifles rampaged with casual slaughter.
The two hurried back to the VIP room, with gunfire hitting just as they retreated, making the door spark wildly.
In the hall, the Witch strolled along, the giant beside her, hopping over body after body as if playing hopscotch.
"Continue to suppress the King of Black Fog; I'm going to kill the target." The two headed for the VIP room.
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