If he hadn't been reborn, Song Ye wouldn't have recognized that the handsome man in front of him had such a vicious heart under his perfect appearance.
When he first joined the organization, Wu Yucheng approached her as an old ghost. While pretending to help her, he pushed her to the top of the killer rankings and became Bianhua's golden signature.
During Song Ye's long years of loneliness, she had always been grateful for his help when he first entered the cage for training at the base, and regarded him as a true good friend. If it hadn't been for the organization's subsequent major changes and the base being invaded, she might never have seen Wu Yucheng's true face under his black robe and the imperfections beneath his decent suit.
The real change in their relationship began after that incident.
For nearly ten years, Wu Yucheng almost treated her as his personal property. While saying that he loved her, he kept sending her out to perform various dangerous tasks.
As Song Ye became more and more powerful, Wu Yucheng's inferiority became more and more distorted when he looked at her so dazzlingly. He weaved the base into a cage over and over again, taking Song Ye to watch the fighting under his feet, and gained a sense of accomplishment from it.
"Look, Song Ye, as long as I give the order, their life and death will be in an instant."
At that time, Song Ye looked at him who was almost crazy, and for the first time his cold brows showed contempt.
Perhaps it was because of this glance that Wu Yucheng lost his mind, so he took advantage of the opportunity to perform a mission under the sea and deliberately caused the bomb to detonate early.
After reviving his life, Song Ye only had hatred for him.
It was he who took her into the base, let her live in a world of cannibalism, forged her into a cold-blooded and ruthless machine step by step, and finally sent her to hell with one hand.
"Who are you..." Wu Yucheng murmured and stared at her, his expression seemed to be in a trance. He looked at the cold look of the girl in front of him who straightened her spine and looked at him with disdain, and felt a stinging twist in his heart. In a second, he took out a miniature remote control, with a weird smile on his lips, "Say quickly, or I will let you die worse than the test subjects downstairs."
The remote control in his hand was the device that controlled Song Ye's chip. The thing that was originally in the six-fingered hand had been taken back the night he was injured.
"The figure I saw that day was indeed you." Before recovering his memory, Song Ye didn't dare to determine the identity of the figure, but now he 100% gave up on it.
"Haha, I should admire you. You were so good at acting that I almost let you fool me. If I hadn't only cut the man's arm when I chased you that day, I wouldn't have believed that you had betrayed me." In addition to being mentally twisted, Wu Yucheng is also a genius with high IQ. He can support the flower of the other side with one hand, and his observation and insight abilities are naturally unparalleled.
And the flaw that Song Ye revealed was the knife that never missed, and it only hurt Zhao Chongbin's arm.
So after that, he took advantage of his plan and asked Jun to come over and be his experimental subject underground as a sparring partner.
"Originally, things can be solved perfectly. Even if your man kills all the test subjects, as long as the water rushes in, the iron sheet will become a huge water tank, and I can sit and watch the man you love struggling. , and finally became a swollen corpse." Wu Yucheng stared at Qin Zhan harshly, with a strange smile on his lips, "How can such a man be worthy of you? You are the most perfect experimental subject, you are the number zero of Bianhuahua, I spent three months stimulating your potential and building you into the most perfect gun, No. 0, you belong to me, do you understand?"
From the moment the Han family met Song Ye, he knew that she was a perfect chess piece, no matter in terms of appearance, strength, or endurance. He watched her grow step by step, becoming more and more fascinated and crazy, but she was in a foreign country with other people. It is unforgivable for a man to kiss me and forget his mission.
The other party's greedy eyes made Qin Zhan step forward to block his sight. Without saying a word, he raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand and said coldly: "She is Song Ye, not No. 0." Her little ghost is a living person. Rather than a killing machine.
The pronoun size zero would never be applied to her.
Song Ye only felt heartwarming about his eldest brother's protection, but for some people, it was a great irritation.
"You are talking nonsense. She is number zero. She belongs to me. Look, her life and death are in my hands. She will never leave my side in this life." Wu Yucheng shook the device in his hand and smiled proudly.
"What you are holding in your hand is nothing but trash." Qin Zhan slowly but firmly handed over the muzzle of the gun, and the cold metal pressed against the other person's eyebrows.
Wu Yucheng was startled, his eyes widened for a moment, and he seemed to understand, but he refused to believe that this was the truth, "No, it's impossible, you can't decipher the chip."
"Don't forget what I do." Qin Zhan sneered and reminded him in a low voice.
As a developer of new weapons, this is another identity of Qin Zhan, and this identity is important enough to control the voice and initiative at international conferences where big names from various countries gather.
It is not impossible that the chip he is proud of was decrypted by Qin Zhan.
In other words, his only remaining bargaining chip is gone.
"Haha..." Wu Yucheng suddenly let out a deep laugh again. The sound rose and fell in the empty room, eerie and terrifying. His eyes still passed through Qin Zhan and stared at Song Ye. "Without a chip, I And your little wolf cub, guess where he is now?"
As he spoke, Wu Yucheng's hand resting on his knee had slowly moved to another position, but before he could reach the button on the drawer, a figure suddenly came over from the ramp. A girl in white clothes with blood on her hand raised a knife and dropped it. The blade cut straight down, cutting off his entire arm.
"Ah..." With blood flowing freely, Wu Yucheng screamed and lay on the table. His other hand twitched, but a Swiss Army knife was inserted diagonally between his five fingers with a bang.
"If you move again, I will chop again." Song Ye ignored the scene of flesh and blood being separated in front of him and said calmly: "Your hands have been specially modified and contain poisonous needles. This is why you can become the leader of the killer team even though you clearly have no skills. reason."
He wears a long robe all year round, partly to cover up his body's mutilations, and partly to conceal his inability to use force, deliberately acting enigmatic.
"Giggle... You do understand me, Song Ye. If I die, your little wolf cub won't be able to live." When death was about to happen, he was still struggling, as if the winner still belonged to him, "You will never be able to live forever." Don’t try to escape.”