Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 614 The Most Critical Moment? Unable to Get an Erection!
"Clap!"

A pebble struck the phone like a bullet, and the screen went black the moment the number was dialed, shattering into pieces and scattering across the ground.

A biting, chilling wind swept in instantly, and the killing intent solidified into a tangible form.

"Young Master Kuang Yan, why bother struggling in vain?"

The chilling voice, like a venomous snake's hiss, almost brushed against the back of his neck.

"Hand over the parchment, and we might let you leave more easily. Otherwise... would Young Master Kuang Yan like to experience the miserable state of those killed by [The Mask]?"

The special envoy suddenly turned around, his right arm trembled and shook, the muscles on his skin bulged, as if he were about to strike with a cannon.

The crimson-gold knuckle duster instantly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the tadpole-shaped runes seemed to come alive, rapidly flowing across the metal surface.

Half of the pipe seemed to be suddenly illuminated.

The tall old man stood frozen in place, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He clenched his hand downwards, resembling a chicken claw, neither dodging nor avoiding, with his index finger protruding. On the tip of his index finger was a strangely decorated nail, exuding a sinister black aura.

Upon closer inspection, one can see faint runes flowing across the manicured nail, emanating an unsettling and gloomy aura.

"Om-!"

Golden light clashed with black mist, and brass knuckles collided with manicured nails.

The expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

Time seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second at the moment of the collision.

Immediately afterwards, hissing sounds...

The golden light melted away, and the seemingly indestructible brass knuckles were pierced by the paper-thin nail polish, with visible corrosion and rust spots appearing on the surface.

The special envoy felt a chill run down his spine and tried to pull his hand away, but the old man's withered claws gripped his wrist like iron clamps.

He gritted his teeth and channeled all his energy into his knuckle duster.

Most of the weapons and equipment that seem to have leaked from the Hidden Sect are not scientific creations; they do not generate their own energy and require users to inject energy into them.

If the energy for scientific creations comes from various chemical fuels, batteries, or nuclear energy, then the energy that these things require is the most fundamental energy of life.

It could be the vital energy that is generated, the burning vitality, or the resonating spirit or even the soul.

"Uh-"

The special envoy let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He felt an indescribable force pierce through his knuckle duster and instantly invade his wrist; that force was cold and vicious, eroding his life force.

He looked down in horror to see that the golden light of the brass knuckles had dimmed and that rust stains were spreading horribly across his wrist.

In an instant, the skin turned ashen, withered, and covered with cracked wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had aged decades in an instant;
The muscles and bones inside also made a faint "crunching" sound, shrinking and becoming brittle rapidly like withered branches that have lost their moisture.

The next instant, the brass knuckles fell from his thinning fingers to the ground. Almost simultaneously, the old man's withered claws snapped shut, and the special envoy clearly heard the terrifying cracking sound of his wrist being crushed.

Accompanying the cracking of bones was the old man's chilling mockery:

"Young Master Kuang Yan, you are foolish. Since I was sent to take your life, how could I not have made preparations in advance?"

He glanced down at the badly rusted brass knuckles on the ground and sighed.

"The knuckle duster in your hand is a good item, but it just so happens to be countered by my black nail polish. It's a shame that you've wasted such a good knuckle duster."

Excruciating pain! A pain that pierces to the bone and blasts straight to the soul!

The special envoy stared in utter horror as bone fragments mixed with torn flesh and blood vessels were squeezed out from between the old man's fingers. He had never suffered such pain in his life.

At this moment, he had to believe that the old man in front of him really had come to kill him, and dared to kill him.

The special envoy was both shocked and furious. The more confident he had been when he arrived, the more panicked and fearful he was now.

But can you blame him?
He never expected that his intended opponent would change!
"Ho... ho ho..."

The special envoy's throat made a hoarse, bellows-like sound as the excruciating pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He stumbled backward frantically, instinctively pulling at his arm, trying to pull his wrist back.

"Thorn--!"

A tooth-grinding sound, like tearing a wet cloth.

His right forearm, which was only connected by skin and a few tendons, was actually torn off by himself!

Half of a twisted and shattered hand remained between the tall old man's five fingers, while the wrist that had been pulled back was round and bare, with the grotesque bones protruding abruptly into the air, and blood dripping down the bone fragments.

"Ah—!! My hand!!"

Song Kuangyan's eyes were wide open to their limit, the whites of his eyes completely covered by scarlet blood vessels, and his pupils were dilated due to extreme pain and horror.

He let out a furious roar and swung his other hand at the old man, but suddenly froze halfway, then withdrew it with lightning speed and slammed it hard against the belt buckle at his waist.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

His voice trembled violently with pain and rage, each word laced with deep-seated resentment.

"Once I get in touch with my mother... you, and that beast Song Kuangyi, will all die. Not one of you will live!"
I'll make you wish you were dead!!!

"Om-!"

A pale blue, semi-transparent energy field emanated from his belt, expanding outwards from him, with fine ripples flowing across its surface, forming a spherical shield about two meters in diameter.

The edge of the shield comes into contact with the polluted air, emitting a faint "buzzing" static sound, repelling falling dust and nearby odors.

This time it's not an object from the Hidden Sect, but a genuine scientific creation—a magnetic repulsion field generator, capable of deflecting various kinetic energy attacks and thermal weapons using magnetic force.

Compared to that brass knuckles, this is the special envoy's real trump card for survival.

The barrier created by the magnetic repulsion field generator can even withstand the continuous attacks of a seventh-rank martial artist. With the fully charged magnetic energy embedded in his belt, it can withstand the attacks for at least two hours.

The old man before them certainly hadn't reached the seventh-rank "non-human realm," a fact the special envoy could sense through their exchange of blows.

In other words, the life-saving belt could buy him at least two hours, which was enough time for him to run out of the underground shaft and into a crowded place, or even to run to the government building for help.

Given his status, he didn't believe those two old geezers would dare to follow him to a crowded place to hunt him down.

Almost at the same instant the force field expanded, the tall old man's figure had already closed in.

His right hand, with its five fingers held together like a knife, its fingertips swirling with a condensed, almost tangible, gray-black energy, stabbed fiercely at the force field shield.

"Boom!"

The dark gray hand blade veered off course as if it were skating, and then, with a slight deviation, stabbed into the side of the pipe wall.

The pipe wall was punctured like tofu, and small pieces of stone fell down.

The tall old man's attack missed, and his body swayed slightly as a result.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from the tube, shook off the ash, turned his head, and stared intently at the special envoy inside with his cloudy old eyes.

Through the protective shield, the special envoy suddenly felt invincible again, and he laughed wildly:
"Hahaha—, hit me! Keep hitting me! You want to kill me? Come on!! Break it!!"

"Once I get out, you'll all be dead, all of you will be dead. Even Song Kuangyi can't save you!!"

The special envoy brandished his bloodied, severed wrist, looking like a madman. But before his laughter had even finished, before he could take a single step outside, his maniacal laughter abruptly froze.

He was horrified to see that, somehow, a rather inconspicuous gray metal sphere had appeared in the tall old man's palm!

The sphere was only the size of a ping-pong ball, with no markings on its surface. It was as smooth as a pebble and had a matte finish in the dim light.

The moment the special envoy saw the sphere, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

A chill a hundred times stronger than the excruciating pain of a severed wrist instantly froze all his blood.

He recognizes this thing!

A demagnetizing bug bomb?!
"Do not--!!!"

The special envoy let out a desperate roar.

He wanted to dodge, but he had nowhere to escape. Unless he could run a hundred meters in a second, he simply couldn't avoid it.

Because the coverage area of ​​the demagnetizing bug bomb is at least 100 meters.

Pong——

A muffled thud, neither too loud nor too soft.

A ring of extremely fine light suddenly lit up the surface of the gray metal sphere, and then burst open.

There was no fire!

No shockwave!
What burst open were countless tiny gray "insects," as fine as dust, shimmering with a faint metallic luster.

Like a disturbed swarm of bees, or like iron filings attracted by a magnet, they instantly spread out, forming a swirling gray cloud.

As if drawn by the density, the gray cloud of mist, the moment it appeared, rushed towards the magnetic repulsion field shield that rippled with pale blue light patterns.

The special envoy's vision was instantly covered by gray. Through his lenses, thousands upon thousands of densely packed gray magnetic insects, like countless ants, frantically clung to the surface of the force field shield.

With their tiny mouthparts, barely visible to the naked eye, they frantically gnawed and tore at the barrier made of pure magnetic energy.

The mysterious and complex geometric patterns on the surface of the force field shield, under the nibbling of the magnetic insects, quickly became dim, disordered and distorted, just like a circuit board corroded by strong acid!
The pale blue light flickered rapidly and erratically.

The barrier, which even a seventh-rank martial artist couldn't break, was being frantically gnawed at by a group of tiny insects, like a cracked eggshell, with countless fine cracks spreading in all directions.

“Crack…Crack…”

The continuous cracking sounds echoed inside the protective shield, and the special envoy looked utterly desperate.

If the barrier were removed, he could pulverize these magnetic insects with a single breath, but with the barrier in place, he was equally helpless against them.

The shield protecting him is now also protecting the insects outside.

The power of science and technology is truly amazing; as long as the right "chemical equation" is found, strength and weakness can be reversed instantly.

"How is that possible? I have never told anyone that I have a magnetic repulsion field generator hidden on me, and I have never shown it to anyone. How could they possibly be carrying a magnetic bug bomb?"

The special envoy looked up as the magnetic barrier shattered inch by inch, and countless magnetic insects covered his clothes.

"cough……"

He coughed violently from the metallic dust and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The corpses of the magnetic insects covering his body were shaken off and fell to the ground, piling up in a small circle of gray powder at his feet. They lost all activity and turned back into real... dust.

The tall old man's shoes sank into the dust, and his hand, still covered in bits of flesh, swiftly gripped the special envoy's throat.

He smiled sinisterly and said:
"Does Young Master Kuang Yan have any other trump cards to use?"

The special envoy's feet were off the ground, and he was lifted into the air like a chick. His legs kicked wildly in vain, and his lips trembled and turned white.

The tall old man didn't seem to expect a reply from the special envoy, or rather, he already knew the answer.

He asked himself and answered:

"Oh, by the way, Young Master Kuang Yan should still have an Erosion Pearl on him. Let me see where you hid it?"

As the tall old man spoke, he groped around on the special envoy's body for a while, and then pulled off the family crest from his chest.

On the reverse side of the family crest, a tiny, jet-black bead, no bigger than a fingernail, is firmly held in place.

Like the most inconspicuous stain, yet it exudes a deathly stillness that freezes the soul—the Corrosion Bead!

The tall, elderly man gently picked up the small black bead with his index finger and thumb, placed it in front of the special envoy, and said softly:

"The power of a single Corrosion Bead detonating is enough to annihilate this well shaft and the abandoned factory above it into the finest atomic dust. It is extremely dangerous. It must be the ultimate method that Young Master Kuang Yan has prepared to perish together with the enemy."

The special envoy stared intently at the Corrosion Bead, his face ashen.

The tall, elderly man continued:

“If we detonate this Corrosion Bead, we’ll all be buried with Young Master Kuang Yan. So, this last chance… we still have to give it back to you.”

The words have not yet been spoken!

The tall old man suddenly thrust his finger, which was holding the Corrosion Bead, forward, violently forcing open Song Kuangyan's jaw!
"Well--!"

The special envoy's eyes widened instantly, almost as if they were about to break free from their sockets.

An unprecedented fear, like ice water poured over his head, instantly froze all his blood and thoughts, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

The tall old man's face drew close, his cloudy pupils staring into Song Kuangyan's terrified, unfocused eyes:

"As long as you, Young Master Kuang Yan, use your back teeth to bite down a little... just a little harder..."

He deliberately dragged out the tone, his thin neck tilting slightly forward, as if anticipating a grand fireworks display.

"Pong!"

He imitated the sound of an explosion, patiently guiding the conversation:
"If you can keep your parchment scrolls, then we'll be completely helpless against you!"

His grip on the special envoy's throat loosened slightly, as if considerately giving the other party room to "choose," and he continued:

"After all, we'll all die together with you."

He paused, a look of utter madness appearing on his sallow old face, and said in a low voice:

"So, Young Master Kuang Yan!! Do you want to... bite it to pieces?!"

"Ah—Waaaaah—!!!"

The special envoy was terrified, his mouth and teeth stiffened, and he dared not move, for fear of accidentally crushing what was in his mouth.

He made indistinct sounds and carefully spat out the bead with the tip of his tongue.

The Corrosion Bead was indeed the special envoy's last trump card.

He had imagined this scenario countless times: if he were truly in dire straits, he would detonate this forbidden artifact and perish together with the enemy.

In this way, one can say that one has lived up to the glory of one's sacred bloodline.

But when that day finally came, he discovered that his teeth were just as soft and weak as his tongue.

At the crucial moment, it just won't get hard!

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(End of this chapter)