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Chapter 343 The Oppressive Force of Death
"interesting."

Denton suddenly felt a lightness in his body. The man in yellow seemed to have pulled his hand away from his back and squatted down to ask him, "You mean, you gained your superpowers because of that explosion?"

"The effects of the explosion?"

The excruciating pain prevented Denton from trying to get up. He lay on the ground, barely managing to answer, "But I only gained this splitting ability after the experiment."

"Do you think you can create a self-replicating superhuman with just a regular cloning experiment?" the man in yellow sneered. "Dark matter had already entered your body when that explosion happened. Your experiment merely activated and combined it with it."

“However, what’s interesting is that I’m starting to not want to kill you anymore, Blake. I’m about 80 percent sure that, if I’m not lying, in a sense, I made your fate.”

"Fuck you."

Denton retorted weakly, "My fate has nothing to do with you. I did my research on my own."

"Say what you will, now, tell me one last question: where did you get your evidence?"

"You already have my phone, don't you? Look for yourself."

"Oh?"

The man in yellow casually opened a file on his phone.

"Interesting, this folder is encrypted—what's the password?"

"8953"

"Let me guess, is it her birthday?"

Denton remained silent.

The man in yellow didn't care; he opened a video.

"Just yesterday, one of our cybersecurity staff members was fired."

"He shouldn't have gone straight to check those documents the company had hidden; there was too much dirt in them—at least he shouldn't have been so blatant."

"But his recklessness did help me find some things I wouldn't have dared to investigate otherwise. I secretly copied his information and found that it was about a copyright infringement case from three years ago."

"I'm used to Steiger's style. Today, I'm going to make a backup of a new product Steiger launched in 2014, which was plagiarized."

"The pictures, case process and related reports, as well as several videos have all been collected. This is the sixty-third case of Steiger Corporation that I have recorded, and there will be more in the future."

“I don’t know if I did the right thing. Steiger is my friend after all. In fact, he told me that I was his best friend.”

"Am I being a bad friend by collecting evidence that is detrimental to the company and my friends?"

“I don’t know, my mind is in turmoil, but this is wrong, what Steig is doing is wrong, I can’t turn a blind eye to it. I am a researcher myself, and I know how painful it is to have one’s work stolen.”

"August 3, 2017, this is Denton Black, file number 173."

"Amazing patience and decisiveness, Blake." The man in yellow flipped through the records, unable to resist clapping and applauding with a smile. "Someone as intelligent as you, the only thing that can bind you is loyalty, isn't it?"

Denton remained silent.

He was amazed by the mysterious man's incredible abilities. His friendship with Steiger was from many years ago, and not many people knew about it. Yet, the man was still able to use this reason to fill the last gap in the fabricated video.

Indeed, if Denton Black chose not to expose his friend out of friendship, and then chose to collect evidence out of a sense of justice, then his silence over the years makes perfect sense, because he didn't want his friend to go to jail.

"You only saw Steiger's true nature after you were kicked out of the company."

The man in yellow put the phone back into Blake's pocket, a slight smile appearing on his blurred face: "I originally thought you were a pawn used by others to disrupt the game, but now I realize that I've always been the only one making the moves."

“Since no one is getting in my way, I don’t really want to kill you, Blake. You’re kind of to my liking—I like smart people, I like smart people who break the rules appropriately, and I especially like smart people who have weaknesses.”

Hearing this, Denton's tense body gradually relaxed. He let out a long breath, a sense of relief at surviving a close call welling up inside him. "I survived."

puff!

In the next instant, the yellow-clad man's sharp, high-frequency hand slash pierced his body once again.

“But you are too smart and know too much—I’m sorry, the moment you saw me, you were already doomed to die. I can’t let you reveal my secrets and abilities.”

Denton's eyes were unfocused. With his last bit of strength, he looked at the man in yellow, his mind subconsciously thinking of Elizabeth upstairs.

"I hope she can survive."

The man in yellow seemed to understand Denton's look, and then added another sentence.

"Don't worry, you didn't wake her up, so she survived."

"I'll leave your phone here and throw your body into the sea—you can sleep peacefully."

So Denton closed his eyes.

The man in yellow turned around and carefully looked around. When he first arrived, he had already searched Denton's house thoroughly, and now he wanted to make sure he had left any traces around here.

"No knife, no gun," he thought to himself. "He also has no external injuries; the wounds I inflicted are all inside his body."

"There were only a few drops of blood on my hand that fell on the floor. That's easy to wipe off. Even if it's found by a UV light, it would just look like a nosebleed or something."

"Very good, this time it's done much better."

He went to the sink, rinsed the blood off his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

Crimson lightning flashed across his body, and the next second, a gust of wind swept by, and Denton, a few drops of bright red blood, and the figure of the man in yellow disappeared from the room.

A few seconds later, a crimson bolt of lightning shot from the street to the seaside, where Denton's body was tossed high into the air before plunging into the water.

The lightning flashed again, and the man in yellow vanished without a trace, returning the city to its usual tranquility.

Denton's wife was still fast asleep upstairs, completely unaware of what was happening downstairs.

Inside the wallpaper shop, Ma Zhaodi stared nervously at the tablet in his hand: "Has he left? Has he left?"

"Boss, it seems like he's really gone, meow."

The man, the cat, and the three-wheeled vehicle all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the video, a figure is seen opening a door in the basement of the villa and walking down the stairs back to the ground floor.

That was Denton's original body.

"This kid's acting skills are quite superb," ​​Ma Zhaodi commented.

“If we don’t act convincingly, we won’t fool Reverse Flash,” the three-wheeled vehicle chimed in.

"What about us?"

"We're liberated? We don't have to guard this place anymore?"

"Yes, as long as Denton and his wife hide there—"

Ma Zhaodi's voice abruptly stopped.

Because on the nanobot's surveillance footage, a blurry yellow figure reappeared at Denton's doorstep.

(End of this chapter)