Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
She hugged her legs and buried her head between her legs. She leaned against the metal bed in the detention room and kept nodding her head.
The immense pressure in her heart that could almost swallow her whole, the terrifying, cold methods, and the repeated interrogation earlier.
It finally stopped!
Her tense nerves slowly relaxed in the quiet police station. Her eyelids started to flutter, and she fell asleep.
However, just as she fell asleep and closed her eyes for two to three minutes, Sun Hui suddenly woke up, her eyes wide open as she panted heavily.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his fair forehead, and his hands curled into fists. He raised his head and studied the detention room again. It was clean and simple, with only a milling machine, a desk, and a bathroom.
There was not even a single window in the room. It was closed and enclosed.
Sun Hui felt terrible. She felt like a large hand had pierced through her chest and grabbed her burning heart. It gripped her heart tightly and forcefully.
Her eyes were red and tears rolled down her cheeks!
She could not imagine how helpless and desperate her man, who was a few years younger than her, would be when he looked for Fanggang.
Sun Hui knew that Fanggang had only had one brother since he was young. The two brothers had no other relatives and were struggling in the mud at the bottom of Malang City.
In other words…
Even if they were to look for Fanggang who had been dragged into the endless darkness, perhaps only she and her brother, who had just undergone surgery and was still recovering, would pray for him and worry about him. Other than that, no one else would feel sorry for him and think about saving him no matter what.
“Godfather.”
Sun Hui knew that such a big shot behind the scenes might care about the life and death of his subordinates, but he would definitely not feel sorry for the experiences of his subordinates.
Kneeling on the bed.
He prayed to the gods and Buddhas that filled the sky.
In Malang City, near the eastern district, Xinglida Small Furniture Workshop.
Wu Jinbao, the spy, opened his eyes from the bed of Room 3. He could feel the silence and even breathing all around him. His gaze flickered. His movements were very light. He propped himself up. In an instant, he could feel that several pairs of eyes in the dark room had opened at the same time. There were a few breathing sounds in the air, and the rhythm had changed.
His expression did not change. He sat up and walked toward the toilet.
Sitting on the toilet bowl, everything that they had experienced recently flashed before their eyes. It was the harshest and most efficient training method for agents. The nineteen of them had been wandering between hell and heaven every day. The pain and pressure of their bodies and minds, yet they were able to enjoy the huge transformation and harvest of being far away from ordinary people!
Currently, Wu Jinbao was number one. He was certain that he could easily crush his two or more selves. However, despite his rapid improvement, he was still bitten by number two and number three.
Starting from this morning.
After the mysterious instructor left, Wu Jinbao kept trying to escape and report.
However, each time, the gaze that landed on him made him stop what he was doing and choose to continue hiding!
Deep down, Wu Jinbao was terrified.
He had a vague glimpse of an unfathomable mysterious organization, and he started to worry that he would walk further down this dark path. Perhaps, one day, he would not even have the chance to turn back.
As he continued to sit in front of the toilet, another thought surfaced uncontrollably in Wu Jinbao’s mind. The scary him had become a high ranking member of a mysterious organization, leading a team like the Terminator.
“Ugh!”
Wu Jinbao patted his head heavily.
On the other side, Jack, who had experienced simple wound treatment, silently returned to the factory.
His footsteps echoed in the long corridor.
He pushed open the door and walked into the medical room.
This young man was only 16 years old, and there was no sign of immaturity on his face. He gripped the sharp scalpel expressionlessly. After disinfection, he cut open the muscles on his stomach.
A bullet stained with blood was pushed into the metal container and made a crisp, pleasant sound.
Jack continued.
One bullet after another was pulled out.
From Jack’s expression, there did not seem to be any pain, but if one observed carefully, the moment the blade cut through his skin and blood oozed out, one could see the fine sweat on his forehead and his rapid breathing.
Time ticked by.
A night of intense competition passed just like that.
The sky was bright.
Early in the morning, Qin Yu sat at the work desk of Zhiheng Real Estate. He was reviewing the intelligence that he had gathered recently.
The underworld sheltered all the evil and madness that the sunlight could not reach!
Most of them were madmen, highly intelligent entities who pursued stimulation, and mysterious organizations with mixed personalities.
In that world, the technology of civilization had to be ahead of that of the world under the sun. The products that could cause changes and upheaval in the world under the sun would be unrestrained in that circle and grow barbarically!
“Regulated and unregulated.”
Qin Yu muttered to himself as he looked at the information.
In the inner world, most existences had other identities under the sun, and they even had proper occupations. However, gentlemen under the sun and ordinary people might be the leaders of brutes and mysterious organizations in the inner world. Among them, there were a small number that were under the supervision of the official secret department. Another portion followed the ancient tradition and carefully hid their identities.
“Unknown and mysterious follow the law of the jungle.
He continued to describe the characteristics of the inner world.
His fingertips tapped on the table. He was prepared to investigate Fanggang at the same time while searching for the member, Zhao Gao.
Just as he was thinking about something else, a conversation broke out among his colleagues.
Qin Yu raised his head and listened for a few words. Then, he frowned slightly.
He clicked on the mouse to search for information.
The headlines all read.
“In three days, the British Museum will announce that on the last day of the exhibition at the Malang City Art Museum, the emperor of the State of Zhao, who has been lost for thousands of years, will be released ; The Heirloom Seal of the Realm!”
Qin Yu’s gaze froze. He remembered now. This exhibition was the one that Yang Yuchan had invited him to.
If this Heirloom Seal of the Realm was legitimate, then it meant a lot to the State of Zhao.
At this time, Great Britain chose to open up the glorious past of the State of Zhao to countless existences that were searching for this Heirloom Seal of the Realm over the years. The mind games and confrontations hidden behind all these will be extremely terrifying and intense!