The dagger silently pierced Feng Lin's helmet - like piercing a piece of tofu - and it went straight into his head. After the high-frequency vibration, Feng Lin's brain became a pot of porridge.

The dagger was pulled out and wiped off the coat of the corpse. Then a man took off the communicator on Feng Lin's wrist and held the thing on his hand. While doing all this, the attacker's other hand was pressed on the wound behind the corpse.

In fact, the designer of the communicator had long anticipated this situation. If the attack was taken away, it should immediately become a piece of scrap iron - this thing only recognizes genes, not faces and other disguises.

But the problem is... When the attacker put on the communicator, the verification passed. The screen turned light green again, and an encrypted communication channel was connected.

The attacker said in a voice exactly like Feng Lin: "Target confirmed.over."

He became "Feng Lin". In fact, just tonight, or earlier, more "Zhou De", "Deng Chao", "Li Wenhua" and so on appeared...

Now the "comrades" in these organizations are lurking in the night, waiting for the drama that is about to open.

The convoy drove into the Palace Avenue. At this time, the night was still heavy, so thick that it could not be melted. This was a cloudy day that was rare at this time. Not only did the moon disappear, but even the light of the closer space-based engineering spacecraft was covered up.

There were not many houses near the palace, and at this time, they were even emptied early. The sacred emperor in the past would not do such a thing - because he "conceited" that anyone could hurt him.

The Zhongdu branch of the organization is now doing this. It is very successful - just under the noses of the agents guarding the emperor's residence. Although it is shocked, it is not dangerous.

The lights along the road lit up. The front car slowed down and drove towards the west gate of the palace. The wheels crushed the road surface and made a rustling sound. Finally, they stopped.

The family of four of the "Sacred Emperor" - including his sister of a different surname - got off the car. Then his parents.

The emperor's guards did not find any abnormalities, and their faces were alert and cold. However, even the professional elites would relax their vigilance a little.

The emperor himself even lowered his head and said a few words to his wife, and the two of them smiled together. Their son held Yu Qingqing's hand, or was held by Yu Qingqing, and walked towards the gate of the mansion a little depressedly.

From the parking lot to the gate is a pebble road of more than 20 meters. There is a large flat lawn on the roadside, and at the end of the lawn are towering eucalyptus trees. The shadows of the trees sway in the dark and rust in the wind.

All of this was seen by the attackers.

The spreading area of ​​the virus is marked by some reagent. It appears blood red in the high-precision telescope. The observer can see that Li Zhen's son crossed the red line without hesitation, and then Yu Qingqing.

The third person who walked to the red line was Li Zhen. But he paused for a moment. He turned around and said a few words to the guard behind him. The observer's heart tightened slightly, afraid that the "Sacred Emperor" would stop or turn and leave.

After finishing his words with the guards, Li Zhen stood still. He raised his head and took a breath of the cold air at night, looked around and looked around. Then, he took a step and walked into the red line.

The observer couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Now, through the special device on the telescope, he could see that Li Zhen's body was filled with a strange light red - the virus proliferated rapidly in his body. The proliferation of the virus would consume the energy in the host's body, but Li Zhen was so powerful... He could not have noticed this small loss.

I probably just think that the temperature today is really low.

However, the observer felt a little inexplicably regretful. No one had seen this world's number one master take action for a long time. Many people were speculating how terrible his power had increased, but no one was willing to try it out on their own. What's more, no one could make him take action with all his strength.

So he thought that he might die in such a mess tonight. The observer suddenly developed a feeling of mutual appreciation.

Li Zhen and his group entered the door, and his vision was blocked. So he planned to put away the telescope.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a chill behind his head, and then his brain was stirred into a paste.

Another man took off the communicator from his wrist and said, "Prepare for assault."

The person who received this information was no more than one hundred meters away from his straight line. Just a few dozen minutes ago, they had just "killed" Li Haofan.

Now they heard footsteps from far to near in the empty hall. The sound echoed in the darkness, a little vague. The ambushers finally felt a little joy in their trepidation. Because so far, the terrifying king had not discovered them - this means that some of his abilities were indeed lost.

There are others who go to treat Li Zhen's family. Their goal is this man. From this moment on, they will no longer have contact with each other. They must concentrate on completing an earth-shaking assassination - killing the strongest man since the birth of mankind.

The footsteps stopped before the throne.

Li Zhen slowly turned around because the lights in the hall were lit up. But that kind of light was still insufficient compared to this deep and wide hall. So his face was still blurry, hidden under a faint shadow.

He saw people walking out one by one after another from the thick stone pillars on both sides of the hall. They looked like a pack of preyed wolves, with an expression of excitement and bloodthirsty on their faces.

There were thirteen people coming in total. They stood silently in front of him, looking at him with unconcealed cold eyes.

After looking at them for a while, Li Zhen seemed to realize something, turned around and continued to walk towards the cold throne.

Turn around – What a great opportunity to come out with a cell phone.

However, no one took a step forward. Even the ambushers were puzzled and turned into increasingly uneasy and fear in their hearts... What kind of terrible power is this? It made them still wince when facing such an "ordinary person" who has lost his ability?

But the best opportunity was missed. They watched Li Zhen sit down on the high throne and leaned on the back tiredly. He looked down at them from top to bottom with a calm look, as if thinking about something - the look seemed to penetrate the bodies of the thirteen people and extend further away.

The first one who can't stand it is a woman.

This is a very strong woman. She only took half a step forward, which made her companions tighten their muscles.

"Tyrant! Your doomsday is here today!" she announced loudly, but it was more like an opera song. "Don't you feel that your body is about to collapse?!"

"I am Claudia Shiver--" When she said this, she saw Li Zhen leaning forward slightly. So her highly tense spirit made her subconsciously stop her mouth, and in an instant, she laid an indestructible defense net in front of her.

But Li Zhen just owed her body, making herself more comfortable to sit.

The ceremony will make something more sacred and can inspire people's inner courage. This woman seems to be conducting a "ritual" - proclaiming the demise of the tyrant - just like the ancient generals who rode horses and shouted back and forth in front of the formation. Unfortunately, this courage was extinguished by Li Zhen's smile action again.

It was not until they faced this tyrant directly that these thirteen people realized that they overestimated their psychological qualities.

Perhaps it is not even a matter of psychological quality... it is the fear of human beings' genes for the powerful and indestructible ancient beasts.

"Give me... wake up!!" A tall man roared. His voice buzzed in the empty hall, as if there were more than a dozen loudspeakers stacked in front of him. But the effect was not just deafening - accompanied by this. An inexplicable courage suddenly burst out from the hearts of the thirteen people.

If it were in ancient times, this person might have become a qualified priest who inspires the morale of the entire army. At present, although the effect of his roar was weakened by the strong fear in the hearts of everyone, it still shocked everyone, as if they had suddenly escaped from the nightmare.

This direct effect and spiritual power made them straighten their backs, raise their arms, and rekindle their fighting spirit in their hearts--decided to kill the tyrant on the throne here.

But at this moment, the king on the throne spoke.

His voice is not loud, but it is penetrating. It is low and clear, as if it sounds directly in every ear. It also seems to come from all directions of the hall.

He sighed slightly tiredly and said, "When I was a teenager, I was an idealist."

He raised his head. His eyes swept across everyone's faces and then passed over their heads, as if looking at a more distant future, or a more distant past.

This sentence actually made the assassins who had finally won the courage to stop. For a moment, they looked at each other and silently asked from each other whether they had auditory hallucinations just now.

What is he doing? What is he talking about? At this time?

Then they heard the king say, "A ordinary idealist. All I want is a peaceful and ordinary day."

"But then I got this power...I became an idealist with power." His face covered in shadow seemed to have a smile. "You know, once a man has power, he wants to get more."

"And then I killed some people. Damn, or not. At that time I hated what they did, thinking that they deserved their sins and were not worthy of mercy. Then sometimes I would ask myself, is that their heart? Did they mean it - to make themselves into that kind of pathetic and despicable person?"

"Some are. But most are not. Even among those people, there are idealists like me. But they surrender to something."

Li Zhen placed his hands on the cold handrail, retracted his eyes to the dozen people, and asked, "Where are you?"

A man frowned and gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean? Why do you say this nonsense? Are you begging for mercy?!"

But Li Zhen smiled and shook his head, patted his hand gently down, making a slight "slap" sound on the armrest - cutting off his words like interrupting the admonishment of a respectful minister.

And the man couldn't help but retreat - it was only a second later that he realized his disobedience. He then planned to rush forward immediately because of the shame in his heart. But Claudia Shiver actually held him down.

"Look at what he wants to do." The tall woman whispered, "even if he wants to delay time-it will only make him weaker."

Others agreed with women's suggestions with strange thoughts. Perhaps... they also wanted to hear more - not everyone has such an opportunity - the secret past that this tyrant said at the last moment of his life.

"But later I knew I was wrong." The emperor continued to say calmly, "When I surrendered to reality for the first time, I thought it was because I didn't have enough power - I killed Shen Mu."

"I got even stronger. I did a lot of things - I thought it was good, very right. I thought I could put some of my ideals into reality." He said this, pausing for a moment, lowering his head, then looking up, "But then, I surrendered again."

"For my idealism, I have to betray this idealism. So... you see who I am now."

He remained silent.

After a few seconds, after the breathing sound became clearer, he suddenly laughed, as if he had become happy because he could exclaim the block in his heart: "Maybe you don't know, I know from beginning to end where your Comrade No. 1 should be determined. It was me who acquiesced to the development of the organization."

These thirteen people widened their eyes.

So I heard more subversive words for them: "Originally, in another year, or two, I would destroy these two empires with my own hands. But the problem is... An Ruohong - the person you respect."

The emperor leaned forward and looked at them with interest: "How do you think he is better than me? There is no need to answer. I can tell you--he is also an idealist. But his ideal is definitely not the kind that many people want."

"So I can hand over everything in my hands, but it's definitely not him."

"Now, do you still want to continue this?"

They looked at each other and saw doubts and uneasiness in each other's eyes. But the tall man roared again: "Don't believe his nonsense!"

He blushed and shouted with all his strength: "Kill him - think about what Comrade An promised us! Do you want to live in the earth and be the best?! He is delaying time - asking us to be stupid! At this point, will this tyrant let us go?! Take this opportunity - kill him!!"
Chapter completed!