Chapter 575 Meditation on Nostalgia

"Mr. McCotter, what are you going to do?" asked a man in a black bulletproof vest.

The man was a loyal subordinate of McCourt, named Rawls.

The mercenaries present were found by Rawls, and this guy played a decisive role in this gang.

McCourt hesitated for a moment and said, "Rolls, I think you recognize this person too. Although he is valuable, if this matter is spread, I will be criticized! After all, this person is a great hero in the minds of many people..."

"Go to his big hero!" Rawls cursed, "We are almost crazy about poverty. No matter what big hero he is, as long as I can get money, I think everyone present is willing to keep it secret!"

When he said this, the dozen mercenaries present all smiled on their faces.

They all work for money. As long as they have money, they can act as angels or as demons. The key is who pays more money!

Although Zhao Yan in front of him is a great hero in the minds of many people, in their eyes, there are a huge number of euros!

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to say!" McCourt's eyes instantly became sinister. He glanced at everyone and said word by word, "Take this guy down, and each of you will be paid twice!"

After hearing this, the mercenaries present all showed excitement on their faces. The offer they received was very high this time. If they doubled it, this time would be enough for them to have a few years of happiness!

"Head, do it!" said Rawls, the black bulletproof vest.

McCautic said first, "This Zhao Yan is practicing and cannot wake up for the time being. We must catch him before he wakes up!"

Speaking of this, he ordered, "Rolls, prepare 50 ml of super-concentrated nerve anesthetic..."

When he said this, Rawls asked in surprise, "Even the zombie more than three meters tall I encountered last time, I only used 25 ml and 50 ml, right?"

Before he finished speaking, McCourt waved his hand and said, "No, don't underestimate the power of the superman. He has the strength of the foundation-building stage. Don't forget that the master is invincible! 50 ml is only a small amount, and it will be injected into his spine behind him in an instant later!"

Rawls then stopped asking questions and walked aside to prepare the potion. It was a potion with fluorescent green that looked extremely powerful.

This kind of nerve anesthetic is not enough for ordinary people. Even strong animals can only receive small doses. Such large doses are generally used on the most powerful dark creatures.

When Rawls was preparing his nerve anesthetics, McCourt ordered, "You guys give me the best alloy fiber mesh, yes, it's the most expensive one. I'll put two layers on him later!"

"And you, put the sharpest harpoon... no no no! The harpoon is likely to be unable to deal with him. You all change the guns and use live ammunition! If he struggles after he wakes up, don't be polite, otherwise we will die if he escapes!"

McCourt is also ruthless, and he has done all the preparations and the nerve anesthetics there have been prepared.

"1 billion euros!" McCourt and others showed a look of greed on their faces. He waved his hand to the back and said, "Rolls, don't be ruthless. You will need an injection to pierce his spine later, and then inject all 50 ml of nerve anesthetics into the fastest time!"

"Boss, don't worry!"

The name Rolls immediately walked up. He was holding a huge stainless steel syringe that looked like a pistol. The injection needle was also very large and looked very scary!

He held this syringe and approached Zhao Yan's back step by step, and his eyes were already looking at him. At the part where Zhao Yan's neck and thoracic spine were connected, this terrifying stainless steel needle would pierce in later!

He got closer and closer, his eyes became more and more ruthless!

When this person approached him, Zhao Yan was angry and anxious. He didn't expect that these people would be so conscious of him!

What makes Zhao Yan even more anxious is that if he withdraws from the state of cultivation now, he may never be able to reach the state of great perfection in the future!

"What should I do? Give up the Great Perfection or wait a little longer?"

"No, he has come to my back, I have to give up!"

"But at this moment, I felt that I could succeed at any time!"

"Quick! What to do!"

Just when Zhao Yan was extremely anxious and didn't know how to make a decision...

There was a windy shadow on the balcony outside the window, and the plants and trees in spring trembled. A witch hunter wrapped in gray clothes jumped onto the balcony from outside the house and appeared outside the wide open window.

"Yats!" McCourt's face darkened.

The two of them met on the road just now, but they didn't expect that their targets were all here. Yeats walked a step slower.

McCourt said, "Yeats, you are late. According to the rules of the witch hunter, whoever finds the prey first is responsible for hunting! If I don't invite you, you are not qualified to participate in the hunt!"

"But that's limited to demon hunting!" Ye Zhi looked at Zhao Yan with a sharp look and said, "According to my current perspective, this person is not a dark life at all. He does not belong to the category of demon hunting. You can't attack him!"

"Yes, he does not belong to the category of demon hunting, but this is my personal grudge!" McCourt said with a deep look, "Yeats, you won't even care about my personal grudges, right?"

"Private grudge?" Yeats snorted coldly, "Do you really think I am an old antique from the Middle Ages? Or do you think I have never watched the TV. This person's name is Zhao Yan. I don't know what personal grudges you have with him! I heard that he has some personal grudges with the Davis family!"

"Bastard, he has recognized that this is Zhao Yan!" McCourt immediately turned angry and shouted loudly, "Rolls, what are you waiting for? Get an injection!"

At this time, Rawls had already walked behind Zhao Yan, and the huge stainless steel syringe in his hand immediately pierced Zhao Yan's spine!

"You bastards, you are no longer worthy of being witch hunters. You actually betray yourself to the devil for the sake of your own benefit!"

Yeats raised his hand and the short crossbow hidden under his sleeve immediately shot out a sharp arrow. The short arrow hit very accurately and directly smashed the spiritual anesthetic loaded with green Yingying.

"when!"

The syringe in Rawls's hand was broken, and the green liquid flowed all over the floor.

"Damn it, you nosy guy!" McCourt was furious. He took off his coat suddenly, waved his hands, and a pair of short black forks appeared in his hand. Then he jumped directly from the wide open window to the balcony outside.

"Rolls prepares the injection of medicine again, I'll stop this nosy monk!"
Chapter completed!