From the time travel, I became extraordinary

The setting sun dyes the entire western sky red.

Only an hour or two had passed since Xiao Li left, and dusk had already quietly arrived.

Vianney and Smith, who had not been seen all day, finally appeared at the gate of the manor.

After looking at each other, the two of them sighed and slowly walked into the manor.

"Mr. Jiang!" Smith and Vianney walked smoothly all the way into the large living room in the manor.

Seeing Jiang Yao sitting lazily on the sofa, flipping through a Playboy magazine, the two men took a few steps forward, bowed respectfully and greeted him.

"Yeah!" Jiang Yao responded casually without even raising his head.

During the few days since they invited him to the Fog City, Smith, Vianney and others had treated him like a ancestor. They had long been accustomed to his cold attitude.

Vianney lowered his head and said nothing.

Smith, who was standing next to him, had a wandering gaze, looking around.

Soon, he found the target, which was a blood-red sword less than one meter away from Jiang Yao.

In his early years, he also visited the Brecon Beacons National Park and saw the legendary Sword in the Stone.

However, at that time, the blade of the sword in the park was all inside the stone, with only the hilt exposed.

At this moment, Smith observed the blood-red sword not far away for a long time.

Judging from the hilt alone, the sword in front of him seemed to be very different from the Sword in the Stone in his memory.

According to legend, the person who can pull out the sword in the stone is the true king of their British Empire. No one from the empire would want to have such a magical weapon that can represent the destiny of the empire to a certain extent left stranded outside.

Among the six departments, after Smith's guess reached the ears of the big guys above, a secret order was passed down in less than an hour.

"Mr. Jiang, your sword..." Smith didn't know how to start and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth, smiled, and asked tentatively.

"What? Are you interested in my sword?" Jiang Yao finally finished reading the Playboy magazine in his hand.

Throwing it aside, he looked at Smith and Vianney in front of him with a smile, and continued, "This is the Blood Demon Sword, my exclusive magic weapon."

"I used to hear people say that when a person is lucky, he can find treasure even if he falls into a toilet."

"At that time, I had limited knowledge and still didn't believe it."

"But now, I think there is some truth in this."

"Before in Wolf Valley, I just showed off my strength a little bit. As a result, the Blood Demon Sword sensed my arrival. It had been dormant for countless years, but it suddenly revived and flew in front of me."

"What do you call this? This is luck!"

Jiang Yao laughed and responded with a smile.

As soon as the Blood Demon Sword was mentioned, his originally depressed mood became noticeably more cheerful.

He stretched out his hand and took the sword placed next to him. He simply infused a little energy and blood into it, and the red sword body began to emit a faint blood-red glow.

"Flew here by himself?" Hearing this, Smith looked at the Blood Demon Sword in Jiang Yao's hand that was flashing with blood. He took a deep breath, and his expression became extremely complicated.

Originally, he just guessed that the sword in Jiang Yao's hand was most likely the Sword in the Stone that flew away from the Brecon Beacons National Park.

At this moment, he was at least 90% sure that his previous guess was indeed the fact.

But even if the sword in front of me is really the Excalibur, what can I do?

Smith already had a personal experience of how troublesome Jiang Yao was.

Although there was a secret order from above, asking them to retrieve the sword from Jiang Yao at all costs, they were...

Faced with Jiang Yao, who might kill anyone at any time if they disagreed with him, those guys, including James Mason, dared only to watch from afar and lacked the courage to even step into the manor.

If it weren't for this reason, after knowing that the Sword in the Stone was most likely in Jiang Yao's hands, Smith and Vianney wouldn't have been the only two people coming here to meet Jiang Yao.

"Mr. Jiang, the sword in your hand is most likely the Sword in the Stone that flew away from our Brecon Beacons National Park."

"This sword is the sacred weapon of our British Empire."

"As long as you are willing to return the sword to us and let the Empire remember your kindness forever, we are willing to pay any price."

After hesitating for a long time, Smith gritted his teeth, opened his mouth tentatively and asked.

He now hated himself very much. Why didn't he pretend to be deaf and dumb in the conference room, but insisted on being different and speaking out his guess in public?

This sword has mysteriously disappeared, so wouldn't it be great if we could just let the Empire search the world for it?
Just because he said that, the task finally fell on him. He had no choice but to accept it because Jameson had "protected" his family.

When Smith thought of these things, he couldn't help but want to slap himself hard a few times.

"Return the item to its original owner? I'll return it to the original owner!" With a cold snort, Jiang Yao, who was originally sitting on the sofa, stood in front of Smith without knowing when.

Without saying a word, he kicked Smith directly, sending him flying six or seven meters away, before he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Fortunately, although he was unhappy, he did not really have the intention to kill.

Otherwise, Smith would have been killed by this kick. He would not be able to stand up staggeringly after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood like he is now.

"Any item, no matter who it belonged to before, once it is in my hands, it is mine."

"I've always been the only one who steals other people's things. No one dares to take my things. You want me to return this sword. Who do you think you are?"

"By the way, speaking of returning things to their original owners, it suddenly occurred to me that your Imperial Museum seems to have quite a few precious cultural relics that were stolen from us."

"It's been a hundred or two hundred years, and you've never mentioned returning it, which is fine, but you've even displayed it in the museum. I have to say, I admire your shamelessness."

With a sneer, Jiang Yao slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered this matter.

His already gloomy expression became even uglier. He took a few steps forward and walked in front of Smith: "Tell the people behind you to return the things that were stolen from us to their original owners as soon as possible."

"Remember, this is not a request for your opinion, this is an ultimatum for you."

"You should know that you can't stop me from doing anything I want to do. If I do it myself, not only will your museum be emptied, but many lives may also be lost."

……

As they spoke a few words, Jiang Yao's finger almost pointed at the tip of Smith's nose.

According to rumors, the British Empire Museum has more than 30,000 antiques and cultural relics looted from the Eastern great country.

In other words, Jiang Yao's storage space was a little small and couldn't hold many things, so it was too troublesome to take those items away. Otherwise, he would not have issued any ultimatum and would have done it himself.

"Mr. Jiang, everything can be discussed."

"As long as you are willing to return the Sword in the Stone, the Imperial Museum will definitely agree to return the cultural relics and antiques from the East to you..."

There was blood on the corner of his lips, and Smith couldn't even stand steadily.

But he still seemed to have not given up, and looked pitiful as he pleaded to Jiang Yao.

Before he could finish his words, a flash of blood appeared and his left arm fell off. A sharp pain rushed into his heart, and Smith wailed miserably.

The person who took action was Jiang Yao, who was holding the Blood Demon Sword. He looked at Smith with disdain and sneered, "The divine weapon belongs to those who are destined to have it."

"I've already told you that the Blood Demon Sword is my personal artifact. You're still thinking about death and having these inappropriate thoughts. Otherwise, I'd rather consider you still have some use for me. You're already a dead man now, and it's definitely not as simple as just having an arm broken off."

"Today is already the third day that I have been staying in Fog City. From the look on your face, I can tell that you have no information about my brother at all."

"Since I can't count on you, I have no choice but to find it myself!"

……

While speaking, Jiang Yao looked around.

Compared with Smith, Vianney is much more sensible.

Before, he didn't say a word. When Jiang Yao kicked Smith away, he put his hands on his head and squatted directly in the corner.

Jiang Yao had no interest in dealing with such a person.

Holding the Blood Demon Sword in his hand, he sat back on the sofa, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

Covering his broken arm, Smith was still screaming miserably. Vianney, who was not very sensible to the situation and was a model of a hero, was still squatting in the corner with his head in his hands.

After finishing a cigarette, Jiang Yao suddenly smiled strangely. The next moment, he disappeared like a bubble.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang..."

"Damn it! The Sword in the Stone is still on him. Could it be that he just left like that?"

"Vianney, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and notify Jameson and the others to see if they can find Jiang Yao's whereabouts!"

……

Smith gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He looked left and right.

He hadn't received a response and hadn't found Jiang Yao yet. In an instant, his face changed drastically.

Full of contempt, his eyes fell on Vianney, who was still squatting in the corner with his head in his hands. He roared hysterically.

"Mr. Jiang wants to leave, can you stop him?"

"There's no point yelling at me. If you're really angry, go take it out on Mr. Jiang!"

"You've already broken an arm, and you still don't know how to be quiet."

……

That guy Vianney finally stood up at this moment.

Turning around, he looked at Smith, who had become a one-armed man, with a forced smile on his face. He raised both arms and waved them towards this side as if to show off.

Of course, after teasing Smith for a few words, he got down to business, took out his cell phone and quickly made a call.

Just less than ten minutes later, Jameson strode in with a sullen face, surrounded by a group of people.

"There are hundreds of brothers around the manor, monitoring every move here."

"No one noticed that Jiang Yao had left the manor."

"We have searched the manor carefully just now, and we did not find this person."

"Tell me what happened in the living room."

"Also, are you sure that person has left and is not hiding somewhere in the manor?"

……

After much difficulty, Jiang Yao was invited to the Fog City and made to stay in this manor for a few days. In order to keep him in sight, the superiors provided him with both people and resources.

But now, Jiang Yao suddenly disappeared under the eyes of so many people. James Mason must take responsibility for this.

His eyes seemed to want to kill someone as he stared at Smith and Vianney.

He might lack the courage to enter the manor and face Jiang Yao, but when it comes to scolding his subordinates, he is furious and full of momentum.

"Boss, that Jiang Yao was sitting on the sofa. His body suddenly exploded into countless pieces and then disappeared."

"Has he left? Or is he hiding somewhere in the manor? I can't be sure."

"After all, we all know who he is."

"He can even withstand a nuclear bomb without any damage. Who knows how many strange abilities he possesses."

……

Holding back the pain, Smith explained in a low voice.

Vianney, who was standing next to him, followed suit and echoed, "Smith is right. Jiang Yao really did explode and disappear just as he said."

"He didn't find what he needed. He doesn't want to stay here and wants to leave. There are hundreds of you guarding outside, but you can't detect his whereabouts. What can Smith and I do?"

He is from the SAS, not Jameson's direct subordinate.

These past few days, he had been forced by the people from the Sixth Department to keep in contact with Jiang Yao, and he had been filled with rage for a long time.

At this moment, he looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. In his eyes, Jiang Yao's departure was a good thing.

Looking at the miserable appearance of Smith as he was being carried on a stretcher by medical staff, Vianney would rather stay in prison for a few years than appear in front of Jiang Yao again.

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Several miles away from here, in a remote alley, Jiang Yao's figure appeared out of nowhere.

With his sharp five senses, he could naturally sense the prying eyes around the manor.

After talking with Xiao Li, he had already thought about leaving.

This unpleasantness with Smith gave him enough excuses.

However, if we just leave like this, someone will definitely stop us.

Jiang Yao was too lazy to have any violent conflict with these official people from the British Empire, so he simply concealed the truth and appeared here.

"Xiao Li's intention is to hope that I can create something."

"It makes me look like a terrorist. I don't know what they are thinking."

"It's not like you don't know that I've always been low-key and never like to stir up trouble. If others don't provoke me, I generally won't take the initiative to provoke others."

"Forget it, since I've promised Xiao Li, I'll just go along with their wishes and wander around the British Empire!"

Jiang Yao sighed softly and said with emotion.

The perfect level of the Breath Containment Technique was bestowed upon him, and he walked briskly out of the alley. (End of this chapter)