NOVEL NEXT The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 114 Save the World
Chapter 114 Save the World
"That person is our target 'Night Heron'?" Jiang Changhai asked in a low voice.
During this time, they have been tracking members of the "Night Heron" organization.
Jiang Changhai sometimes pretends to be a member of the organization, and sometimes pretends to be a customer who wants to buy information, quietly and a little bit closer to the truth.
Just yesterday, they learned a piece of information that "Night Heron" himself would appear here to complete a deal.
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes sat alone in a western restaurant on the side of the road, looking at his watch from time to time, then raised his head and looked out the window, as if he was waiting for someone.
No, maybe not him.
Jiang Changhai looked around and saw a person in the park across the street.
About sixty years old, male, with gray temples, wearing glasses, wearing a slightly outdated old-fashioned jacket and gray trousers, sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper, with an old thermos cup in hand.
No matter how you look at it, you look like an ordinary person relaxing in a park.
But his posture for reading the newspaper is a bit strange... The newspaper is placed very low, so that he can observe the surroundings at any time, and he has not turned the pages, staring at one position for a long time...
"I'll ask." Yan Lvge raised his eyes, hid the small and sharp folding knife in his palm, pushed the car door open and walked out.
Jiang Changhai hesitated to speak.
He watched Yan Luge run to the man in the park, said something to the man like a real child, and then when the man bent down, he suddenly burst into a rage and cut his throat with a knife.
The man clutched his throat, took two steps back in disbelief, and fell headlong into the bushes behind him.
Yan Luge returned as if nothing had happened, and threw the things found from the opponent's body on Jiang Changhai: "You guessed it right, he is 'Night Heron'."
Jiang Changhai froze for a moment—because he discovered that the things he had just thrown on him included, in addition to wallets and mobile phones, a freshly cut piece of fresh meat that was still dripping with blood and whose muscles twitched slightly at the fracture. finger.
But he didn't dare to say a word, so he awkwardly used this finger to unlock the fingerprint lock of the other party's phone, and logged into the software they usually use for communication.
Jiang Changhai saw "Fengfan" as expected, and there were many contacts identified by code names.
"'Night Heron' is dead. You are free." Yan Lvge said casually.
The intelligence organization "Night Heron" is completely established with "Night Heron" as its core.
As soon as he himself died, the whole organization naturally fell apart.
"Thank you."
"You are actually very suitable for this job." Yan Lige, who was wiping the blood on the pocket knife, said, "I mean intelligence work. You have no training, but you recognize a professionally disguised spy at a glance. This is a kind of talent."
Jiang Changhai remained silent.
"Work for me." Yan Lvge said, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "I want you to become the new 'Night Heron' and take over this organization."
He had just wiped his pocket knife clean, and the silver blade gleamed sharply in the sun, like the fangs of a wild beast, very beautiful.
Jiang Changhai was a little unsure, if he refused, would the knife be stained with blood again—his own blood.
It was obvious that the other party was only a five-year-old child, who was far behind him in terms of strength and physique, but Jiang Changhai was sure that if there was a conflict between the two sides, he would definitely die.
Yan Rong's child is basically a monster in human skin, or a born killer.
There has never been awe of life in his eyes.
"You don't have to be so afraid of me. I won't kill people casually, especially my own people." As if sensing Jiang Changhai's fear, Yan Luge slowed down his tone, put away the knife, raised his head slightly, and let the light shine on him. On the side face, let your expression look softer and more sincere, "Although I have no experience in handling subordinates, I will try my best to be a good leader.
"If you don't do well, I will point it out directly and give you a chance to correct it. If my way of doing things makes you feel sad, you can also tell me and I will change it.
"I will build an organization in the future, a very large organization. Although sometimes it may wander in a gray area, most of the time I hope it will be more 'formal' and closer to a modern company in terms of system. And you Will be the old man of the company.
"By the way, there is also the issue of treatment.
"You can continue to work in my father's company to get paid, and I will also give you an extra salary. In view of the special and dangerous nature of our work, the extra salary I will give you will be at least three times your current salary." more than double."
Jiang Changhai was originally entangled in what he could do to live longer, so when Yan Luge sent out the invitation in a calm tone, and even changed the subject and suddenly talked about the issue of remuneration, he was slightly taken aback.
But the originally flustered mood subconsciously calmed down a little.
He looked at the child playing with the knife in front of him, and suddenly realized that the other party probably had no ill intentions towards him.
This child does not have any concept of the legal system, but he is divided into good and evil.Who should be killed and who should not be killed, he has his own scale.
"May I ask, what do you and your future organization plan to do?" Jiang Changhai asked cautiously.
He couldn't help using the honorific title.
"Save the world." Yanlvge said.
Jiang Changhai thought it was a joke, but when Yan Luge looked over, for a certain moment, Jiang Changhai saw very complicated emotions in his eyes.
——Darkness, madness, despair, rebirth, obsession.
——As if a world had been destroyed in front of him, and he struggled to be reborn from the ashes.
……
"Mi gardas Kapricornon." Yan Lige lowered his head and whispered a prayer in Matthew White's ear.
He understands the meaning of prayers, so the prayers he speaks have the power of pollution, and the effect is even similar to that of pollutants.
Matthew screamed miserably, rolled and struggled desperately on the ground, with such great strength that he twisted the leg that was wrapped by Yanluge's tentacles.
His mind is twisted and his body is changing.
The excruciating pain drove him mad.
"Mi gardas Kapricornon." Yan Lige said it a third time.
Matthew couldn't cry anymore.
His body lost its human form.
Bones, muscles, blood, brain, skin, everything that belongs to a person is completely mutated.
His spirit gradually tends towards the monster.
Except for the crazy worship of "Capricorn", the source of pollution, there is nothing left in his consciousness.
In the end, amidst heart-piercing screams, Matthew White turned into it, a half-fish, half-goat monster.
Yan Luge is still smiling, making it impossible for outsiders to see that he is actually suffering the same pollution and pain as mutants, or even worse—the "Capricorn" imprint pointed to by this pollutant is rioting at the bottom of his consciousness. It seems to be responding to the mutation of pollutants.
It's a strange, subtle feeling.
There is some kind of connection between the alien mark and the pollutant, but the dominance of this connection depends entirely on the superior who owns the mark.
The pollutant that Matthew White turned into was crawling on the ground, crying out with fanaticism and reverence: "Mi... gardas... Kapri..."
"Okay, you'd better go die." Yan Lvge said.
A few tentacles entangled the pollutant's body, tore it into several pieces, and discarded it aside.
The flickering of the "Capricorn" imprint in his consciousness also slowly subsided.
Yan Luge looked at the corpses all over the place and smiled strangely.
Although it was a counterattack in self-defense, he had committed a murder after all. It would be a little troublesome if he was discovered after making his house look like this.
However, if the pollutants are killed, it will be different.
He solved another pollution incident.
I believe the eldest daughter of the emperor will understand, right?
Daily chatter:
It is agreed not to read black history.
As a result, more people visited.
Outrageous!
(meowing with anger)
(End of this chapter)
"That person is our target 'Night Heron'?" Jiang Changhai asked in a low voice.
During this time, they have been tracking members of the "Night Heron" organization.
Jiang Changhai sometimes pretends to be a member of the organization, and sometimes pretends to be a customer who wants to buy information, quietly and a little bit closer to the truth.
Just yesterday, they learned a piece of information that "Night Heron" himself would appear here to complete a deal.
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes sat alone in a western restaurant on the side of the road, looking at his watch from time to time, then raised his head and looked out the window, as if he was waiting for someone.
No, maybe not him.
Jiang Changhai looked around and saw a person in the park across the street.
About sixty years old, male, with gray temples, wearing glasses, wearing a slightly outdated old-fashioned jacket and gray trousers, sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper, with an old thermos cup in hand.
No matter how you look at it, you look like an ordinary person relaxing in a park.
But his posture for reading the newspaper is a bit strange... The newspaper is placed very low, so that he can observe the surroundings at any time, and he has not turned the pages, staring at one position for a long time...
"I'll ask." Yan Lvge raised his eyes, hid the small and sharp folding knife in his palm, pushed the car door open and walked out.
Jiang Changhai hesitated to speak.
He watched Yan Luge run to the man in the park, said something to the man like a real child, and then when the man bent down, he suddenly burst into a rage and cut his throat with a knife.
The man clutched his throat, took two steps back in disbelief, and fell headlong into the bushes behind him.
Yan Luge returned as if nothing had happened, and threw the things found from the opponent's body on Jiang Changhai: "You guessed it right, he is 'Night Heron'."
Jiang Changhai froze for a moment—because he discovered that the things he had just thrown on him included, in addition to wallets and mobile phones, a freshly cut piece of fresh meat that was still dripping with blood and whose muscles twitched slightly at the fracture. finger.
But he didn't dare to say a word, so he awkwardly used this finger to unlock the fingerprint lock of the other party's phone, and logged into the software they usually use for communication.
Jiang Changhai saw "Fengfan" as expected, and there were many contacts identified by code names.
"'Night Heron' is dead. You are free." Yan Lvge said casually.
The intelligence organization "Night Heron" is completely established with "Night Heron" as its core.
As soon as he himself died, the whole organization naturally fell apart.
"Thank you."
"You are actually very suitable for this job." Yan Lige, who was wiping the blood on the pocket knife, said, "I mean intelligence work. You have no training, but you recognize a professionally disguised spy at a glance. This is a kind of talent."
Jiang Changhai remained silent.
"Work for me." Yan Lvge said, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "I want you to become the new 'Night Heron' and take over this organization."
He had just wiped his pocket knife clean, and the silver blade gleamed sharply in the sun, like the fangs of a wild beast, very beautiful.
Jiang Changhai was a little unsure, if he refused, would the knife be stained with blood again—his own blood.
It was obvious that the other party was only a five-year-old child, who was far behind him in terms of strength and physique, but Jiang Changhai was sure that if there was a conflict between the two sides, he would definitely die.
Yan Rong's child is basically a monster in human skin, or a born killer.
There has never been awe of life in his eyes.
"You don't have to be so afraid of me. I won't kill people casually, especially my own people." As if sensing Jiang Changhai's fear, Yan Luge slowed down his tone, put away the knife, raised his head slightly, and let the light shine on him. On the side face, let your expression look softer and more sincere, "Although I have no experience in handling subordinates, I will try my best to be a good leader.
"If you don't do well, I will point it out directly and give you a chance to correct it. If my way of doing things makes you feel sad, you can also tell me and I will change it.
"I will build an organization in the future, a very large organization. Although sometimes it may wander in a gray area, most of the time I hope it will be more 'formal' and closer to a modern company in terms of system. And you Will be the old man of the company.
"By the way, there is also the issue of treatment.
"You can continue to work in my father's company to get paid, and I will also give you an extra salary. In view of the special and dangerous nature of our work, the extra salary I will give you will be at least three times your current salary." more than double."
Jiang Changhai was originally entangled in what he could do to live longer, so when Yan Luge sent out the invitation in a calm tone, and even changed the subject and suddenly talked about the issue of remuneration, he was slightly taken aback.
But the originally flustered mood subconsciously calmed down a little.
He looked at the child playing with the knife in front of him, and suddenly realized that the other party probably had no ill intentions towards him.
This child does not have any concept of the legal system, but he is divided into good and evil.Who should be killed and who should not be killed, he has his own scale.
"May I ask, what do you and your future organization plan to do?" Jiang Changhai asked cautiously.
He couldn't help using the honorific title.
"Save the world." Yanlvge said.
Jiang Changhai thought it was a joke, but when Yan Luge looked over, for a certain moment, Jiang Changhai saw very complicated emotions in his eyes.
——Darkness, madness, despair, rebirth, obsession.
——As if a world had been destroyed in front of him, and he struggled to be reborn from the ashes.
……
"Mi gardas Kapricornon." Yan Lige lowered his head and whispered a prayer in Matthew White's ear.
He understands the meaning of prayers, so the prayers he speaks have the power of pollution, and the effect is even similar to that of pollutants.
Matthew screamed miserably, rolled and struggled desperately on the ground, with such great strength that he twisted the leg that was wrapped by Yanluge's tentacles.
His mind is twisted and his body is changing.
The excruciating pain drove him mad.
"Mi gardas Kapricornon." Yan Lige said it a third time.
Matthew couldn't cry anymore.
His body lost its human form.
Bones, muscles, blood, brain, skin, everything that belongs to a person is completely mutated.
His spirit gradually tends towards the monster.
Except for the crazy worship of "Capricorn", the source of pollution, there is nothing left in his consciousness.
In the end, amidst heart-piercing screams, Matthew White turned into it, a half-fish, half-goat monster.
Yan Luge is still smiling, making it impossible for outsiders to see that he is actually suffering the same pollution and pain as mutants, or even worse—the "Capricorn" imprint pointed to by this pollutant is rioting at the bottom of his consciousness. It seems to be responding to the mutation of pollutants.
It's a strange, subtle feeling.
There is some kind of connection between the alien mark and the pollutant, but the dominance of this connection depends entirely on the superior who owns the mark.
The pollutant that Matthew White turned into was crawling on the ground, crying out with fanaticism and reverence: "Mi... gardas... Kapri..."
"Okay, you'd better go die." Yan Lvge said.
A few tentacles entangled the pollutant's body, tore it into several pieces, and discarded it aside.
The flickering of the "Capricorn" imprint in his consciousness also slowly subsided.
Yan Luge looked at the corpses all over the place and smiled strangely.
Although it was a counterattack in self-defense, he had committed a murder after all. It would be a little troublesome if he was discovered after making his house look like this.
However, if the pollutants are killed, it will be different.
He solved another pollution incident.
I believe the eldest daughter of the emperor will understand, right?
Daily chatter:
It is agreed not to read black history.
As a result, more people visited.
Outrageous!
(meowing with anger)
(End of this chapter)
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