Zhan Wu was driving the Poseidon family's best single-person combat boat and drove crazily towards transfer station 119.
With sufficient energy supply, of course there is no need to worry about speed.
Just like this time the task of assassinating Tang Ling fell on him, Elder Bilibili gave him a lot of things regardless of the cost.
Including resources, equipment, and even some one-time super-destructive super-tech items.
There is no reason to fail.
Zhan Wu stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with excitement.
He never dreamed that just a trip with Elder Bilibili would earn him such an opportunity.
Although things are coincidental, luck still belongs to you.
Thinking of this, Zhan Wu's eyes blurred for a moment, and he seemed to be able to see the back figure in the darkness.
Although he was thin, he had a back with perfect muscle lines and long silver-white hair, with blood dripping from the tips.
Looking back, that face was so delicate, but that face was not his. It looked like a combination of Tang Ling and Tang Long, but it had the same amber eyes as his own.
Fight! Zhan Wu couldn't help but shudder when he thought of him.
No matter how powerful the twins Tang Ling and Tang Long are rumored to be, in Zhan Wu's heart, there is only one young god of this generation - Zhan Yi!
He has strength that far exceeds that of other teenagers of his generation. He can compete with the third-level Purple Moon Warriors even though he is not a Purple Moon Warrior.
He is perfect, there is no weakness or flaw in his character, and he has a very high IQ.
As for talent, Zhan Wu never knew how incredible Zhan Yi's talent was
The Xingchen Sixteenth Young Master is nothing. They are just puppets put on the bright side by the Star Council, including Tang Long.
The real core of the Star Council is their fighting generation.
Zhan Yi is the best among them, the real king.
A good thing like killing Tang Ling should be Zhan Yi's fault, but it happened to happen to him.
Not too early, not too late, just right.
After all, if nothing else happens, Zhan Yi will also appear in this battle for resources, and it will not be his turn by then.
Now that the benefit was his turn, Zhan Wu had regained consciousness at this time. He stretched out his right hand, and a very weird-looking tentacle suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand.
"Then, I will become the real Zhan Yi!" A sneer appeared on Zhan Wu's face.
Even though the current Tang Ling thinks he can't compare with Zhan Yi, he is omnipotent. The great Father God said that whoever gets Tang Ling's genes will be the real core and will grow into a person with unlimited future. The king of.
Could what Father God said be wrong
Zhan Wu's eyes became determined, God the Father was his unshakable and greatest faith.
Why did the Presbyterian Bilicari send him to assassinate Tang Ling alone this time? The biggest reason was that they wanted to steal Tang Ling's genes.
So after killing Tang Ling, they had to get in touch with Tang Ling's body immediately and spend some time stealing genes.
Finally, some tricks were used to secretly hand over a fake Tang Ling's body to the Duoge couple.
You must know that Father God values Tang Ling very much, so much that he values him even more than some of his strategic arrangements.
Although I don't know why Father God values Tang Ling so much, and I don't know why Father God doesn't send the power of thunder to kill Tang Ling if he values Tang Ling so much? But Zhan Wu knew that whoever could complete Father God's plan for Tang Ling would rise to the top of the Star Council.
The benefit was not only being the first to steal Tang Ling's genes, but also getting the most complete gene fragments.
Thinking of this, how could Zhan Wu not be excited
Even though the speed of the single-man combat boat had reached its extreme at this time, Zhan Wu still felt that it was not fast enough.
At this speed, I'm afraid it will take more than an hour to reach transfer station No. 119. During this time, we still need to make some preparations to be safe.
Thinking of this, Zhan Wu looked at his extremely sophisticated-looking watch, and then began to adjust the watch.
Just a few seconds later, a clear projection appeared above the watch. The projected image happened to be the transfer station No. 119 24 hours ago.
**
'Poof', Tang Ling pulled out the last steel nail from Manto's body. Manto screamed in pain, but still did not dare to move because a fatal dagger was still inserted in his lower back.
Tang Ling looked at Mantu amusedly, the so-called bold villain was nothing more than that.
Thinking about it, Tang Ling pulled out the dagger from Mantuo's waist.
"I will die." After Tang Ling pulled out the dagger, Mantu fell down and huddled on the ground with a weak look on his face.
Tang Ling pulled a rag from the room, wiped the dagger clean, and said, "You're not going to die. Why don't you check yourself?"
This was not difficult for a first-level Purple Moon warrior. Mantu had already developed a fear and trust in Tang Ling, and he really checked himself.
Then he was surprised to find that although there were many wounds on his body, none of them were fatal.
Including Tang Ling inserting more than a dozen steel nails into his body and inserting a dagger into his lower back, yet this did not cause fatal damage to him
But the insertion of more than a dozen steel nails clearly made his body unable to exert any strength? And a casual thrust into the lower back would cause fatal damage even to the Ziyue warrior, but how could the dagger avoid the internal organs as if it had eyes
None of this was magical at all to Tang Ling, because it was all the result of precise instincts.
Under spiritual visualization, he can see through people's weaknesses. To put it bluntly, it is the flow of power, although it is not all, and it is not precise enough.
But this was enough for Tang Ling to deal with one Manto. The places where his steel nails were inserted were all key points for the flow of power. With more than a dozen key points nailed, Manto naturally couldn't lift his strength.
As for the last dagger, it was inserted into Manto's lower back just to prevent him from causing trouble on the road and to threaten him.
In the eyes of others, Manto, the third person at Transfer Station No. 119, had made a new friend. They walked out arm-in-arm, and at the same time, two of his men were carrying a person wrapped in a sack.
Then they chatted and laughed, got on a human vehicle similar to a 'sedanan', left the outer area, and went straight back to the inner cabin area.
That's the way it is.
Undoubtedly, the fact that he was not injured made Manto more convinced of Tang Ling's mystery, and he was almost unable to resist Tang Ling.
But Tang Ling didn't care about Manto at this time. The uneasiness in his heart was getting more and more boiling, and the sense of crisis was also obvious.
What must he do quickly
"Tell me, with all the arrangements at the transfer station No. 119, I think it's impossible for you guys to rob you all the time without taking any precautions in your hometown, right?" Tang Ling said.
The only thing he can take advantage of now is transfer station No. 119 itself.
**
Wu Zi watched the boat in front of him go away, looked at his excited mother and sister standing on the side of the ship, and their reluctant eyes as they looked at Wu Zi, as well as their hands that kept waving. Wu Zi felt that his heart suddenly felt empty. piece.
He was a little flustered, and even more confused. The person he had been protecting had left him, and he felt like he would lose his way in the next second.
But in the salty sea breeze at the pier, Wuzi still clenched his fists. He did not regret his decision. He wanted to change his life, and his hope lay in Mr. Tony.
Thinking of this, Wuzi's heart beat very fast. He took a deep breath, watched the ship in the port go away, and decided to go back now, to the Mamba Tavern.
It would be best if I could help Mr. Tony.
If you can't help, just follow him. It shouldn't be a wrong decision.
Thinking of this, Wuzi was about to turn around and leave.
At this time, a new, very unique-looking, handsome one-man combat boat happened to arrive at the dock.
Normally, Wuzi would have rushed forward even if he couldn't win the fight to see if he could get lucky, but now that he had a goal, he didn't want to do such a thing again.
There was a lot of excitement behind me, and I didn’t even think about another deadly fight.
But Wu Zi did not look back. The thought of meeting Mr. Tony again filled his heart with excitement. He had a premonition that his life would change dramatically today.
With such good hope in mind, Wuzi strode towards the periphery of the pier, but at this moment, a hand put a hand on Wuzi's shoulder.
Wu Zi was instinctively startled, and when he turned around, he saw a man wearing a cloak and a hood.
This person is definitely not from Transfer Station No. 119. What kind of guest should he be? What kind of luck is this? Are you being selected by customers one after another today
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't." But Wuzi politely refused. He had just sent his mother and sister away, and he had already decided not to do such a business.
However, before Wuzi could finish his words of rejection, the man in a cloak grabbed him by the neck: "Take me to the person from before."
The hand that grabbed his neck was so hard that Wuzi blushed all of a sudden. He couldn't nod, but he didn't dare to shake his head. There were people watching all around, and no one wanted to help him. This is No. 119 The reality of transit stations.
"I don't have the patience. I'm just looking for you to save some time. I'll ask you again. If you don't agree, I will kill you directly." The cloaked man's fingers tightened again. He wasn't even half-joking.
Wuzi almost suffocated. He didn't understand why he got into so much trouble.
But he is just a small person, what else can he do? So he could only nod desperately.
The cloaked man let go of his hand, and Wuzi began to bend over and cough desperately.
"Don't try to play any tricks. If I feel that something is wrong in the slightest, I will kill you at any time."
I finally adjusted to daytime, but I was still a little drowsy. It was really difficult to adjust to the jet lag. That’s it for today’s update. The next plot must be written with full concentration, the scene will explode in a flash. I know there are still two thousand words left, I will make up for it tomorrow.
(End of chapter)