Science Fiction: Starting from Obtaining Sophon

At the same time, a field of vision marked with a crosshair moved away from Gendagawa.

"Crackling sound—"

A burly, bald man put down his military binoculars, then stretched his stiff neck. The tattoos on his neck rolled out a series of bizarre patterns as the fat on his neck writhed.

"How's the boss? Have you found the target?"

A bottle of beer was promptly handed over, and a thin man in a floral shirt walked over, smiling as he inquired.

The bald man took the beer and drank it all in one gulp. Then, with a little force, he crushed the empty can in his hand, rolled his fingers together, and formed a small aluminum ball about the size of a thumb. Then, he flicked his wrist.

"boom------"

Ten meters away, a wooden handle made a crisp sound, and the small aluminum ball immediately embedded itself in the wooden target, as if it had been carefully embedded there.

Such force and precision are truly terrifying. If this ball were aimed at a person's head, shattering the skull would be no easy feat.

"Of course we found him. He's still so young, it's a pity he's about to die."

The skinny man chuckled, "Boss, he's just an ordinary high school student. You don't really need to lift a finger; I can handle it."

His face was smiling, but his eyes were completely calm, devoid of any smile, and filled with a disregard for life, as if killing a person and killing a chicken were no different in his eyes.

He was short and thin, and looked like he was about to be frail.

However, sometimes what the eyes see is exactly the opposite of the truth. The more inconspicuous something is, the more likely it is to carry a deadly threat. And sometimes, people are like that too.

This seemingly frail man is actually a terrifying killer.

He had participated in many large-scale wars as a mercenary, and was hit by more than a dozen bullets, lying in a pile of corpses with his body covered in blood and gore.

But he managed to crawl out of the pile of corpses through sheer willpower.

Moreover, after this battle, he found that he had gradually lost his sense of pain. Even when the enemy was using a knife to cut his own flesh, he could feel nothing at all, just like a bystander.

This loss allowed him to be absolutely calm and better able to kill, but it also brought him immense fear.

He discovered that gradually, it wasn't just pain anymore; all his other sensations were also disappearing, which made him feel extremely uneasy.

So he began to use all sorts of cruel environments to stimulate himself, hoping that he could regain his senses. This gradually lost sense of feeling was extremely difficult to endure.

But he later discovered that the only thing that could still give him excitement was killing. Torturing his opponents time and time again, making them experience the cycle from hope to despair, was the source of his happiness.

He captured several special forces soldiers, but instead of killing them, he deliberately removed their restraints and gave each of them a short knife. He then attacked them with his bare hands.

All the mercenaries thought he was crazy. These special forces soldiers were all battle-hardened hunters, each one extremely powerful. You could just take them down one by one and capture them.

Now he's actually untied and facing several special forces soldiers with his bare hands—isn't that just courting death?

As a mercenary, it's also important to act within your capabilities. Foolish and arrogant people will have to pay the price for their arrogance, and no one else will save them.

But the result was beyond everyone's expectations. When the dungeon door opened again, only he walked out, covered in blood and gore, while the special forces soldiers who were holding weapons became pieces of meat in the dungeon.

From then on, the name "Mad Dog Nagasawa" spread like wildfire, making him a fearsome figure.

However, even the mad dog Changze was very respectful when facing this bald man, because this guy was even more ferocious than him.

"Looks like you're itching for a fight again. But torturing and killing a high school student probably isn't enough for you, is it? Besides, this time the employer specifically instructed that he needs a quiet death, the entire process must be quiet, to make it seem like an accident. Can you do that?"

Nagasawa chuckled: "For me, it's as easy as eating and drinking. I can make him die silently and then fake it as an accidental murder during a home invasion, or I can create the illusion that he died from an accidental electrocution."

The bald man chuckled, "What an unlucky fellow! He always seems to run into all sorts of unexpected things. Well, I'll wait for your news then."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Mad Dog Changze leave.

This matter is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface. There are many ways to kill a high school student, and it can be easily solved with just a few low-level assassins. There is no need for me to take action at all.

But the fact that those people contacted him says a lot.

"But it doesn't matter. With Mad Dog making a move, that kid is doomed." He never thought too much about the possibility of death.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Cunning Bandits

"Gentagawa-kun's answer was excellent, please sit down!"

The teacher was very satisfied with Genda's answer. After observing him for a period of time, the teacher's attitude towards Genda had changed dramatically.

For any teacher, a student who is proactive, hardworking, and makes rapid progress is their favorite, especially a student who starts from a low level and quickly improves; such a student is a treasure in the teacher's eyes.

This way, when educating the next class of students, teachers will have an excellent source of material, and they'll already have a story outline.

"You must listen carefully. It's never too late to start working hard now. Just like one of your seniors whom I taught before, he didn't come to school for a whole six months because of something."

However, he listened attentively to the teacher's lectures, and in less than a month, his grades improved dramatically, making him one of the top students in the class. You should know this senior; he is…”

What an inspiring story, what a great role model! It will surely inspire generations of students to strive for excellence.

Thinking of all this, a long-lost smile appeared on the face of the balding, middle-aged teacher with dark glasses.

Some of the struggling students in the class were completely numb at this point.

There's really no way around it. If he were only slightly better than them, there would still be room for jealousy. But now, this guy has made rapid progress and is already in the top five of the class, which has made them all lose the motivation to be jealous.

But this is puzzling. How could he progress so quickly when he hasn't been studying for very long? Did he encounter aliens who modified his brain? Or did he suddenly have a breakthrough, causing his IQ to skyrocket?

Actually, there's nothing strange about this. The soul of an adult has replaced that of a high school student, and there has been a fundamental change in their ability to understand a lot of knowledge, as well as their enthusiasm for learning.

Often, the reason we don't learn well isn't because we're stupid, but more importantly because we lack learning goals. Adults are more mature and know that learning is for themselves, so their motivation for learning is completely different.

More importantly, he has now mastered the breathing of water and reached the level of total concentration, which allows him to provide his whole body with sufficient oxygen at all times. This ensures that his brain is always in the clearest state, resulting in a completely different learning efficiency.

Speaking of this, I can't help but feel very sorry for the swordsmen in Demon Slayer.

They had all mastered their breathing techniques to an extremely high level. If it weren't for the fact that they had to recklessly charge forward regardless of the cost and consequences in order to deal with Muzan Kibutsuji, they would have had enough time to slowly hone their sword skills.

Furthermore, by making good use of the benefits of breathing techniques and continuously improving themselves, their achievements will be much greater. They might even be able to improve or eliminate situations where activating the markings would inevitably lead to death.

However, due to the extreme time pressure, the swordsmen were almost all killed or wounded, and those who survived were all suffering from various injuries and died young. The breathing technique almost became a thing of the past.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Everyone packed their bags, and the wonderful time after school had arrived again—time to have some fun.

A wealth of club activities and a vibrant nightlife are beckoning them.

Genda Gawa packed his bag and headed home. He needed to go back to training. Tomoko had already downloaded a lot of videos and books on swordsmanship from the internet, although she hadn't yet practiced them.

However, based solely on normal data analysis, the essential elements have already been extracted and refined, resulting in a considerable number of sword techniques. With just a few days of training, one can acquire considerable combat prowess.

Moreover, in his view, breathing techniques are not only used for swordsmanship, but can also be used in other areas, such as archery, which is a good choice.

If breathing techniques were applied to archery, the power of the arrows might be comparable to that of firearms.

As for firearms, he really wanted to own them, but getting a gun in a country where guns are banned is extremely difficult. Right now, he has neither money nor connections, so he can forget about guns for the time being.

However, when I have time, I still need to find a shooting range to practice. I need to practice until I'm good at it before I can find an opportunity to get my hands on a gun.

As he was tidying up his things, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted past him, and then a pair of long, white legs came into view. Looking up along those legs, he saw two graceful figures.

One of them was Fujita Yoshiko, and the other was a completely unfamiliar girl who was obviously not a student in this class. The girl's eyelids were red and her face showed deep fatigue.

"Genda-kun, this is my good friend Haruko. We have something important to ask you to do, but do you have some time?"

Genda River smiled and said, "Yuko-san, has Gulu run away again?"

Upon hearing this, the girl quickly shook her head: "No, it's not about Gulu or my business. Haruko has something she wants to ask you to do."

The pretty young girl beside her quickly spoke up, "That's right, Jia Youzi came with me. It has nothing to do with my affairs. Genda-kun, please don't misunderstand."

Gendagawa smiled and nodded: "Just as I guessed. It seems I should thank Yoshiko-san for introducing me to this request."

Jia Youzi smiled and gestured for the girl to sit down, after which the girl began to tell her story.

The girl's name is Lichuan Qingzi. She is a student in the class. Her parents both work in a foreign exchange company. She also has a younger brother who is only 18 years old.

The Lichuan family wasn't exactly wealthy, but they were quite well-off, as evidenced by the small accessories Lichuan Qingzi wore and her expensive designer backpack.

But just yesterday, her 1-year-old brother did not leave school on time and disappeared. Then, she received a call from a stranger who claimed that the 1-year-old boy had fallen into their hands.

The ransom demanded that Lichuan's family pay 20 million yuan, and that the ransom be received within three hours. They were also forbidden from calling the police, or they would kill the child. The ransom demanded that the child speak a few words to his parents to confirm that the child was still alive.

Haruko's parents originally wanted to call the police, but the time given by the kidnappers was too tight. After some calculation, the couple realized that if they did their best to raise money, they could raise about 20 million yen within three hours.

However, if the police are called, the time it takes for them to explain the situation and arrive and set up the necessary equipment will definitely exceed this timeframe.

This was undoubtedly an extremely cunning kidnapper, using time to create tension and prevent the hostage's parents from making any rash moves.

And the kidnappers did indeed achieve their goal.

After realizing this, Haruko's parents were truly frightened. They would rather spend money to avoid disaster than let their child be in danger. So they began to do everything they could to raise money and then placed it in the designated location as instructed by the robbers.

Then came the long wait. Around midnight, the robbers called again. During the call, they said they had done a good job, hadn't called the police, and had offered the ransom.

So they decided to release the child, but not immediately. Instead, they would randomly choose a transaction location at a certain time tonight, where Lichuan Qingzi's father would bring ten million in cash to exchange money for the child.

Chapter Thirty: Shinichi Kudo's Shock

Through the girl's account, Genda River had a general understanding of what had happened.

"Genda-kun, please, you absolutely must help me find my younger brother. If anything happens to him, our family..."

The girl was about to burst into tears, but Jia Youzi quickly comforted her, which helped her to calm down.