The human brain is not an infinite treasure.

At least physiologically, brain cells have exact number limits. Of course, the inference derived from this is that human thinking ability is also limited.

Yagyu Motoka is no exception.

Even if he has a brain of up to four digits, when he encounters real difficulties in research and needs to mobilize the brain abilities of all clones for collaborative calculations, he still has some difficulties.

For example, Schest Owe at this moment.

As long as you pay attention to controlling facial expressions on weekdays, Schest can completely disguise himself as a normal person - this is also a must. After all, the task of this clone is to take root in the local area and experience a normal life in a solid manner.

However, when the brain of this clone was called on most of the resources by the ontology to carry out key projects, the remaining little attention of Schest Aovi was not enough to perfectly simulate a normal person.

Just like someone who is cooking while looking at his phone, sometimes he will throw the eggs into the trash can but throw the egg shells into the pot to scramble the eggs.

This kind of low-level mistake will never happen when everyone concentrates and concentrates on cooking, but when people's main attention is transferred to the mobile phone screen, then it may be.

Therefore, when ninety percent of the resources in the brain are calculating and simulated space distortion, Schest Aovi will naturally not be able to allocate part of the precious brain resources for a small underworld leader to control his facial expressions to cooperate with Jonathan's conversation - a small ant, how can Yagyumoto and the key experiments at this moment be important?

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"Young man, I want to see how bad your temper is!" Jonathan sneered, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his fat face and mouth.

Not to mention a small, unfamiliar basketball player, even a real NBA superstar has to be polite when he sees him.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid might be a money tree, he would have asked someone to kill this ignorant bastard.

"You're looking for death!"

Since the boss expressed his dissatisfaction, as a younger brother, James immediately shouted, lifted the table in front of him with both hands, and wanted to smash the heavy table on the bastard opposite him.

"This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Ditro quickly left his seat and retreated.

The wide and heavy desktop blocked the view from both sides. James exerted his force with both hands and wanted to push the table to smash it, a hand suddenly grew on the desktop!

A hairless and flawless hand!

The hairs on the white man's arms are generally very heavy, and not only does not have a hair on this hand, but even half of the pores are not visible, and the whole body is like white jade.

The hand silently passed through the heavy tabletop, as if it had just passed through a layer of water film.

Then he opened his five fingers and buried on James' bare head.

There was even no trace of muscle bulging force on this arm, but the next moment, James' skull suddenly burst out with a terrifying burst, and his big head burst out like a ripe watermelon under the white jade-like claws.

The white brain matter was mixed with bloodshots and a trace of brain matter splattered directly on Jonathan's fat face, which was still sneering.

The hand passing through the tabletop slowly released his five fingers, and James' headless body fell softly on the glass ground.

Under the glass floor, countless beautiful girls in swimsuits were still laughing happily like canary, knowing nothing about what was happening above their heads.

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"Ah———!" The fat Jonathan screamed like a woman, not at all in line with his nickname of the gray wolf boss.

Maybe when he was young, when he was on the black street and fought hard to conquer the world with his own blood, Jonathan was indeed as cruel as a gray wolf. At that time, he was not only cruel to others, but also to himself.

But when Jonathan became successful and did not need to work hard on the court, but sat in the office, smoking high-end cigars, and using his brain far more than doing it, he was left to be cruel to others.

Of course, the scene that happened in front of him was indeed far beyond his common sense. Even if the boy on the opposite side suddenly took out a fully plastic pistol and broke James with one shot, he would not lose his composure like this.

(In the corridor from the elevator to the garden gate, the pairs of angel and witch statues are not just placed there for decoration - they are many security measures, including buckles but not limited to X-ray perspective, metal sensing detection, explosive sniffing, and only super conventional weapons such as all-plastic pistols can be brought in by surveillance personnel.)

With Jonathan's screams, gangsters with guns rushed out from the rocks, shrubs, pillars and even ponds - as the gangster boss, how could Jonathan be so close to two strangers without protection?

The place where Jonathan meets is not arbitrarily chosen. There are all kinds of institutions and facilities, among which there are as many as twelve people who are on duty on a daily basis, and these people are the real elites under Jonathan.

"Kill him, he's a monster!" Jonathan yelled angrily.

But among the people who rushed out, no one could respond to his orders.

The moment these soldiers rushed out raised their guns, their guns broke, their limbs broke, and their heads fell!

At the same moment, the twelve big men were split into pieces like toys that were broken by naughty boys.

"Baji, pakaji--"

The strange-shaped pieces of meat fell to the ground, making all kinds of disgusting sounds. The originally energetic warriors are now just piles of rotten meat.

The smell of blood quickly spread in the garden.

In front of Jonathan, the strange hand that passed through the tabletop and squeezed James' head gently into a fist. The heavy table suddenly turned into a pile of powder and fell on the floor.

At this moment, behind the shattered table, the young man named Shester Owe appeared again in front of Jonathan.

His hair, which was originally like a messy chicken coop, is now straight and smoothly attached to the back of his head. His face, which is covered by the messy hair, is completely exposed in front of Jonathan.

What kind of face is that!

On the face of ordinary people, you can always see some flaws, such as spots, wrinkles, scattered eyebrows, and at least some areas with different complexion of complexion - such as the nose, chin and the lower part of the eyes.

But on this face, these flaws disappeared completely!

There were no spots, and on the wrinkled face, under the straight nose, there were bright red lips. In a pair of deep eyes that could not be seen, a faint green light slowly flowed in the deep darkness.

It was a perfect face, with no expression on its face, neither angry nor joyful.

It seems to be for ‘Ho’, Jonathan, who was so scared that his fat face was twisted and deformed; he was just twelve living people, but now there were twelve piles of flesh and blood on the ground; not far behind, his legs were shaking like noodles, and Ditro, who had to hold a small palm tree to barely stand; through the glass floor, there were groups of beauties who were alive and fragrant; all of this had no meaning to him.

‘His eyes were completely unfocused, and seemed to be looking at the whole world, and seemed to be looking at nothing.

‘He’ stood there, blood flowing from all over his feet, but he seemed to dare not stain his shoes. The blood surrounded the place where he stood, and a standard circle of one meter diameter was vacated.

‘He’s not moving, he doesn’t speak.

In the blood, the body of "His" has a strange sense of perfection. This perfection belongs to the statue, to God, but is by no means to man's perfection!

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‘He’s standing quietly, as if he could stand forever.

Jonathan didn't dare to move, and he tried to breathe as lightly as possible, even lighter as possible.

If he could not breathe, he would not even want to exhale.

As a senior gangster boss, Jonathan not only does well, but also can live long. He will definitely set up one step after another for his own safety issues.

The twelve gunmen on duty around him turned into a pile of rotten meat for no reason, but this does not mean that there is no one around Jonathan.

The second wave of gunmen arrived from all over the building for no more than five minutes, and the reaction speed was much faster than that of the police in Dieter City.

However, no matter who comes in from which secret entrance, as long as you dare to point the strange human figure standing there motionless, like a statue, it will inevitably turn into a pile of meat at the same moment when you lift the gun.

After wave after wave, in half an hour, at least forty piles of rotten meat had already appeared here.

Just now, Jonathan saw his master's gunman Ryan, at the other end of the garden, at least 150 meters away from here, instructing other men to set up sniper rifles at the back of "His".

Ryan did not bend down to aim until he saw the subordinate who had raised the sniper rifle standing up intact.

Then, the 'wise' Ryan never stood up again. Ryan's subordinate knelt on the side and didn't dare to move.

Jonathan's heart hurts like a knife scratching. These people are his foundation! The Gray Wolf Gang has many people, but there are not many real elite gunmen. More than 40 have died in the past half an hour. If he continues to die, he, the boss, won't have to mess up.

In Dieter, money alone is useless. No subordinates who dare to fight and kill, and money is a waste of life.

Even if Jonathan was afraid, he would still speak out.

"Hi--"

It is not easy for a person as big as Jonathan to make such a soft and subtle sound like a little girl.

The other party had no reaction at all, but just stood quietly, as quiet as a statue.

"Hi--!"

Jonathan amplified his voice a little more, and at the same time he was brave enough to stretch out his fat hand and shake it.

The other party still had no response.

"Mr. Schest?" Human beings are always more sensitive to their own names.

But the other party was still standing there quietly without moving.

"Mr. Schest, this is a misunderstanding, really, I swear by my deceased mother that I absolutely have no malice."

"Mr. Schest?"

It has been more than half an hour since just now. This statue-like Shester Aovi hasn't even turned his eyes, let alone blinking his eyes.

Jonathan quietly stood up, trying not to make any noise, and tiptoed backwards.

It’s no wonder. This huge sky garden office always makes everyone who enters here amazed, and Jonathan also gains a lot of vanity.

But now, he wishes that the smaller this place is, the better - he has walked ten meters away, why is the nearest gate still so far?

Jonathan didn't dare to run away, and didn't see that Ryan was killed more than a hundred meters away just now - distance is not the focus, and it is the most important thing not to attract the attention of "that person".

Step by step, step by step, closer, closer, the door was right in front of me, and Jonathan's hands were grabbed onto the handle of the door.

"where are you going?"

The sound was not loud, not as if it was coming from Jonathan's ears, but as if it was coming from the bottom of his heart.

Jonathan's feet softened and he collapsed in front of the door.
To be continued...