Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 692: 517 "Ultimate Weapon

What should we do?

Their battle gang had always been reluctant to kill, but in tis like these, when faced with such a fundantal issue of right and wrong, they had to kill even if they did not want to.

But... these guys were acquaintances of Wen Jie, after all. If they really killed them, Wen Jie might appear indifferent on the surface, but would he actually be heartbroken?

"Ah!"

With a light sigh of resignation, Wolf Scorpion waved her hand weakly, "Just keep them locked up."

Lock them up until their operation succeeded... or failed. Then, the information these people possessed would no longer have any use. By that ti, whether they leaked secrets or not would be irrelevant.

"Understood, my lord!"

As soon as she had issued the orders, a subordinate approached, "My lord, the leader has sent for you."

"Hmm." Wolf Scorpion's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that things had co to the final step.

After all... it wasn't the first ti that person had co to look for them.

The first two tis, they could use the excuse that the "final weapon" wasn't ready yet to ask for more ti. But when the other side's attitude beca really tough, they no longer had any possibility to refuse.

eting an elderly man in the secret room, who wore an eyepatch and was clad in tight-fitting clothes that outlined his muscular fra with white hair, Wolf Scorpion nodded in greeting, "Leader..."

"Hmm..." The voice of the elderly man with a full head of white hair was full of vigor, as he rely stated the core issue, "They have co to us for the third ti, their patience has reached its limit."

"But isn't the 'final weapon' still not ready?" Wolf Scorpion could not help but ask.

This was not only an excuse for stalling but also a fact.

The old man shook his head sowhat disheartenedly, "They don't care whether our 'final weapon' is ready or not, they just want us to make so trouble."

Their sponsor had funded their developnt, naturally expecting them to do certain shady tasks that they couldn't do openly at critical tis.

To ensure this control, of course, they had sothing in their possession that could destroy their entire battle gang at any mont.

Beyond obedience, they had no room at all to resist.

And this ti, the other side made their intentions very clear; they didn't care how significant the battle gang's achievents could be. They wanted only "a little noise".

In other words, the battle gang might very well be annihilated in this operation.

Only those who could survive the "noise" and then evade the subsequent pursuit by the hounds could gain true freedom afterward.

This was a trial by fire; to pass through it was to be reborn.

The leader had a complete understanding of all this, but when he initially accepted the other side's support, he naturally had his own plans.

The other side wanted just "a little noise," but he wanted to use the chicken to lay eggs, aiming to create his own "bigger noise."

The "final weapon" was what he hoped to use to fulfill his ambition.

But now... it still wasn't completed before the predestined mont arrived.

"I'm not willing to see years of developnt buried at this mont…" the leader's aged eyes were sowhat distracted, "In the last few days, I still want to try."

"Try what?" Wolf Scorpion asked imdiately.

She was an orphan girl raised by the leader, and to her, the leader was like her father.

The scar over her eye was left from a fight with a group of bullying older kids before the leader took her in.

A 6-year-old girl was no match for six fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys; it was only by fighting desperately with biting and scratching that...

Back then, the leader's hair was not so white, and he was using the crudest prosthetics, saving her from those boys while simply smiling and saying to the disheveled child, "You're like a little wolf cub. How about following from now on?"

In the Undercity, it was already quite difficult to survive.

She had heard that many girls only a few years older than she had to learn to put on heavy makeup and cater to clients to make a living.

She didn't want that, so she followed the leader.

And followed him... for over twenty years.

Whatever the leader wanted to do, she would do her utmost to help him accomplish it.

"I need Zhou Wenjie."

The old man spoke calmly; his wise and elderly eyes quietly gazing at Wolf Scorpion, "I know he's soone very special to you... But we've cultivated him for so long, perhaps only he can complete the final technical breakthrough."

He knew Wolf Scorpion didn't want that kid called "Zhou Wenjie" to get involved with anything related to the "final weapon;" that way, even if their battle gang was broken up in the end, those hounds wouldn't bother to chase such unimportant peripheral personnel.

But once he touched that stuff, even if he didn't die in the "noise," he wouldn't escape the pursuit that followed.

Did she really think "technology is innocent"?

Many things, once known, beco a threat.

If there had been any other way, he wouldn't have wanted to resort to this final step.

But over the years, they had tried everything possible.

His researchers, who had been studying the sa thing with him from their youth to their current age, always spoke of new progress, always saying that they were close to conducting practical tests.

However... the "final weapon" never really started operating.

Even if these old friends had recently been working themselves to death trying to overco the final hurdle, it all ended without result.