"My name is Zhang Qiang, an ability user. My ability is strength enhancement, with a coefficient of 1.6. I am a secret agent of the Western Capital Song Family Consortium."
"I came here today because a team of our field agents suddenly lost contact. We tracked their vehicle location here to check out the situation..."
"Under normal circumstances, we don't engage in direct combat with enemies. Our missions are more about gathering intelligence, and occasionally carrying out assassinations."
In the freezer warehouse on the basement level, Zhang Qiang, who had his wrist bent at a freakish angle, was breathing his last breaths.
He was the amorous gentleman who had just held Lin Youyou's hand.
When the nurse miss held his hand, it felt a little cold. And when he wanted to pull back, it felt somewhat stiff.
Lu Yuan didn't say anything, he just let Lin Youyou take Zhang Qiang around his basement exhibition hall.
When they came back, without waiting for Lu Yuan to speak, Zhang Qiang took the initiative to introduce himself first.
After he finished speaking, he looked at the dense rows of freezers uneasily, and said to Lu Yuan imploringly: "I'm not asking to live, just wishing for a quick death."
Lu Yuan thought for a moment, and said: "I can give you a chance to live, as long as you—"
"No need, with today's mission failure, even if I leave here alive, I will still die in the end."
Lu Yuan asked in surprise: "Your Song Family Consortium's agents have such strict discipline?"
Zhang Qiang slowly shook his head, "It's not because of the consortium, but because of the mission target."
"For all agents assigned to this kind of mission, completing it means getting promoted and becoming prosperous, failing it means only death."
Lu Yuan knew that the "this kind of mission" Zhang Qiang was referring to was pursuing Pathfinder Organization members.
After all, Pathfinder's creed was to overthrow consortium rule, so it was only natural for the major consortiums to view this organization as a thorn in their side.
After thinking it over briefly, Lu Yuan finally asked Zhang Qiang: "Won't you reconsider?"
Lu Yuan's words seemed to convey a strong desire for Zhang Qiang to live.
This surprised Zhang Qiang greatly.
He probed: "If I want to live?"
Lu Yuan immediately said: "I will soon have an ability user gene experiment project that currently lacks—"
Zhang Qiang: "Just wishing for a quick death."
Lu Yuan: "..."
Lu Yuan felt these people had misconceptions about medical experiments.
But he didn't say much more, he just picked up a wrench and tossed it in front of Zhang Qiang, "Go dismantle all the tracking devices hidden in those vehicles, and I'll give you a quick death."
Zhang Qiang: "I'll go myself?"
Only then did Lu Yuan realize that the clown hadn't come back yet.
He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes again and sighed helplessly.
On the track field behind the medical school, there was a 400 meter running track.
Zhang Baobao took out eight doll toys from her little bear backpack and lined them up on the ground.
There was an old grandpa, a kid with a torn butt, a special agent who got his hands blown off, and of course, a clown.
The little girl picked up a twig from the ground and ran over to put it down in front. In a tender voice, she said to the eight dolls, "I'll count one, two, three, then you run together!"
"Whoever runs slow, I'll—"
When she got here, the little girl scratched her little head, and thought hard for a long time but couldn't figure out what she would do.
Just as the little girl was fretting, she saw a figure in a white coat walking towards her.
"It's Brother Lu!"
The little girl ran excitedly to Lu Yuan and grabbed his pants leg, saying tenderly: "Brother Lu, how come you're not sleeping?"
Something strange happened. The little girl clearly spoke, but no sound came out.
Moreover, the already tall Brother Lu in the little girl's eyes seemed to have grown even taller.
Finally, the little girl realized Lu Yuan had picked her up with two fingers.
Zhang Baobao blinked helplessly, she didn't know what Lu Yuan wanted to do to her.
Lu Yuan looked at the exquisite little girl doll in his hand, poked her little cheek with his finger, and said, "You made a mistake today, you know that? Now I'm punishing you to be my doll for a day."
After saying that, Lu Yuan casually stuffed the little girl doll into his white coat pocket.
He then went up and collected all of Zhang Baobao's dolls, leaving only the clown.
When the clown doll turned back into a person, a shrill, furious roar rang out on the night track field: "Surname Lu--!"
Lu Yuan's eyebrows furrowed, before the clown could finish speaking, he turned back into a doll.
Lu Yuan squatted down and looked at the clown doll at his feet, saying: "I feel you need to be more respectful to me, don't you think?"
The clown doll didn't seem to have any expression, but his eyes somehow always gave off a very aggrieved feeling.
Finally, the clown doll slowly nodded, Lu Yuan pointed at the doll, and the clown turned back into a person.
This time, the clown sat on the ground looking very aggrieved, and was silent for a long time. Tears of emotion even flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Lu Yuan walked back holding Zhang Baobao's little bear backpack, saying as he walked: "Go to the gym, someone's waiting for you there. After you finish, go back and rest, your room is Ward 95."
The clown watched Lu Yuan's back, still unwilling as he asked: "What you promised me—"
The clown was about to ask about the adrenaline, but he suddenly realized he had become inexplicably excited.
He immediately checked his whole body, and saw a syringe that had finished injecting stuck in his right arm.
In an instant, a night breeze blew by, and the clown's whole body shuddered.
It took about two hours to dismantle all the tracking devices.
After supervising Zhang Qiang to finish this task, the clown didn't even glance at him before heading straight back to Ward 95 to rest.
This left Zhang Qiang, who still saw himself as a prisoner, a bit dumbfounded.
In the night, looking at the deserted medical school, Zhang Qiang suddenly felt his heartbeat accelerate sharply.
After all, if there really was a chance to live, who wouldn't want to take it?
Moreover, this chance to live didn't require him to be a lab rat for someone.
So after a brief inner struggle, Zhang Qiang sneaked towards the side wall of the medical school.
Zhang Qiang didn't realize there was anything wrong with his suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
But not far away, Lu Yuan, who was leaning against a tree trunk, revealed a faint smile.
As for Zhang Qiang's final outcome...
He was carried in the mouth of a Blood Swamp Crocodile King, as big as a small mountain, and thrown under the flagpole in front of the clinic building.
Soon, Lu Yuan stood in front of Zhang Qiang with a smile that seemed to radiate a halo of salvation, and said to the dispirited Zhang Qiang: "My child, you must admit your mistakes when you make them."
"You escaped privately. If it were someone else, you would've already been swallowed by the Blood Swamp Crocodile King."
"But because it was you, I am willing to spare your life."
"Now, your life belongs to me."
"Don't be sad, in a month you will thank me."
After finishing speaking, Lu Yuan slowly dragged a living person along the ground towards the dim underground passage at the end of the clinic hallway, in his signature way of dragging a dead dog.
The second guinea pig, in position.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
