Chapter 567 Adapted from a true story
Two minutes later...
"that……"
"Shut up!"
"Hi!"
This sentence made Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who was swallowing his saliva and carefully wanted to ask something, be silent. He stood in front of several corpses holding a blood-stained sword, closed his eyes and felt that wonderful mental state, as if the whole world was slowing down, slowly fading away.
After a long time, Ning Shisan slowly opened his eyes, with residual obsession and loss still in his eyes.
It felt like Superman suddenly lost his power and turned back into an ordinary person. The extreme gap made Ning Shisan, who was determined, almost unable to resist giving himself another shot.
This thing... seems to be addictive if you use it too much...
Looking at the killers lying on the ground at his feet, and then looking at his own hands, Ning Shisan was shocked in his heart.
Actually... did you really do this alone?
Although the enemy this time did not have thermal weapons, when he thought of the "god state" that seemed to be on the hook just now, Ning Shisan doubted that his neural reaction speed just now could even dodge bullets?
Even if the bullet is out of the chamber, you still can't see it clearly, and even if you see it clearly, your body speed can't keep up.
However, it is not difficult to rely on rich battlefield experience to predict the opponent's movements and approximate ballistic trajectories and avoid them in advance.
If these things were put on the battlefield in batches...
Ning Shisan shuddered when he thought of that brutal scene.
The effect of this thing seems to be very similar to the NZT-48 in the movie "Never Ending".
It is indeed an unscientific organization. It is possible to create things that are like black technology in this fantasy. The world has indeed become unknown to me...
I looked at the watch and found that although my sense of time was a bit confused under the effect of the drug, the entire drug effect lasted only about five minutes from start to finish.
Physical condition...except for a slight dizziness in the brain and a slight shortness of breath, there are no other adverse reactions...
Writing these down secretly, he did not forget that at the end of this mission, he was required to write a "pharmaceutical experience report", which should be at least 3,000 words...
well!
He turned around and looked at Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who had a strange little star in his eyes.
Strictly speaking, testing the medicine is just a side trip, this is the real mission goal tonight...
"Come with me!" He uttered a few words coldly, speaking in authentic Fusang dialect.
As a former top international mercenary, being proficient in multiple languages ​​is a basic skill.
However, his grandfather had participated in the Anti-Japanese War, and Ning Shisan had never had a good impression of the Fusang people.
Hearing this authentic Fuso dialect, Iwasaki Hideyoshi's eyes lit up.
Could it be that this is still a fellow countryman? The vigilance in my heart slightly decreased.
Also, if someone wants to harm him, they won't save him from the killer. The difference in strength between the two is just a matter of one sword.
"Lord Swordsman, where do you want to take me?"
Lord Swordsman? What the hell?
"Of course it's a safe place, or do you want to stay and wait for the police to take you back to take notes?
I can't guarantee whether they will continue to send people to kill you."
"Them? Do you know who wants to kill me?"
"Don't you know who wants to kill you the most?"
Isn't it just the way children from wealthy families compete for family property?
Although Ning Shisan was quite unhappy to be asked to rescue a Fuso man just after being cured, the organization's "mission information" was still so watertight.
Time, person, place, cause of event, process...
When he read the intelligence briefing, he always had the illusion that he was reading a movie script, and there were fucking storyboards in it!
That’s outrageous!
"You mean... Iwasaki Yuhei?"
Iwasaki Hideyoshi frowned. Although he had some vague guesses in his mind, he couldn't figure out how could Iwasaki Yuhei be so crazy suddenly?
Could it be that his mission to find the Buddha's head failed because he suspected that he had leaked the secret?
But even if he died, he would definitely be the first suspect, and he wouldn't be able to pass Grandpa's test...
Wait! Grandpa!
"Could it be that...you were secretly sent here by grandpa to protect me?" His imagination was wide open.
Yes, that must be the case, otherwise why would a super master appear halfway to protect himself for no reason?
Maybe grandpa has already figured out Iwasaki Yuhei’s conspiracy?
"Your grandfather? Haha! He may not be able to protect himself now..."
"What?"
Iwasaki Hideyoshi was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes gradually widened in horror...
…
Fuso Kyoto.
"Grandpa, what do you think of the authentic Dahongpao I brought back from China?"
"Um!"
Gently putting down the tea cup in his hand, Iwasaki Hanzo gave a faint hum, neither saying it was good or bad.
Looking at the respectful grandson in front of him, he felt no fluctuation in his heart. Instead, he felt a little disgusted with Iwasaki Yuhei's deliberate behavior to please.
But after all, he is one of his most valued grandchildren...
"Okay, let's drink the tea. Let's go back. I still have some things to deal with."
However, facing Iwasaki Hanzo's undeniable majestic voice, Iwasaki Yuhei did not stand up and leave respectfully as usual, but instead showed a strange smile.
"Haha! Grandpa, you are still so cold to me. Ever since you were a child, you would only look at me differently when Hideyoshi was attentive to you.
Don’t you think you are too biased?”
Iwasaki Hanzo raised his head in surprise and immediately frowned.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"What? If you can do it, can't you let your grandson talk about it?"
"Bang!" "Wild!"
Iwasaki Hanzo slapped the table and was about to scold this disrespectful grandson when his face suddenly stiffened and he felt a wave of dizziness coming over him, and the next moment his vision became blurry.
"Hmm~" Hanzo Iwasaki covered his chest and collapsed weakly on the table. The tea cup on the table was knocked to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.
Looking at the fragments on the ground, Iwasaki Hanzo suddenly thought of something, and he looked at his grandson in disbelief.
"You...you actually..."
"Yes, I poisoned the tea. It is a neurotoxin. The poisoned person will become stiff and weak until he gradually loses consciousness. He is no different from a living dead..."
At this time, Iwasaki Yuhei finally showed a ferocious smile. He stood up in a leisurely manner, walked to his grandfather's side, and leaned down to look at the old man who made him fearful and frightened.
Only then did I realize that he was just a dying old man.
"You...you..."
Iwasaki Hanzo raised his head with difficulty and looked at the other party, his eyes full of disbelief.
He couldn't believe that Yuhei Iwasaki had the guts to do such a cruel thing to him.
"Beast! Come...someone! Come quickly!" Using his last strength, he hissed to call the guard at the door.
However, no response came...
"Haha! Are you counting on them?" Iwasaki Yuhei laughed and opened the sliding wooden door of the room.
To be continued...