Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

The engine of the bulletproof SUV let out a deep roar, preparing to start.

Just then, an untimely figure suddenly rushed out from outside the guard line on the side. His movements were so agile that he didn't look like a man over sixty years old at all. He even knocked over two armed soldiers who tried to stop him.

"Wait! Please wait! Mr. Jiang! Please wait a moment!"

He was an elderly white man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. Although his white hair was disheveled and his face was covered in dust, his deep blue eyes burned with an almost fanatical fervor.

He stared intently at Jiang Han, or more accurately, at the down jacket Jiang Han was wearing, which was covered in dark gold slime and blood scabs. His gaze was like that of a ravenous lustful man seeing a stunning naked woman—greedy, longing, and even with a touch of perverse obsession.

"parking."

Jiang Han, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, frowned slightly upon hearing the noisy voice and coldly gave the order.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Seeing this, the old man, as if grasping at a straw, rushed to the car window, gripping the window frame tightly with both hands, and urgently shouted in broken Chinese with a heavy accent:

"Mr. Jiang! I am Professor Miguel, a council member of the International Society for Abnormal Biology! I... on behalf of the entire scientific community, I have a humble request to make to you!"

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his gaze never leaving Jiang Han's chest, where the dragon blood was most concentrated and even faintly glowing.

"Your garment... no, this sacred relic! It's stained with that creature's bodily fluids! This is a miracle! This is the key to unlocking the origins of life! Please... you must hand it over to us! Whatever your price, a hundred million US dollars? Two hundred million? Or even a title from some small country? We can satisfy you!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Han looked down at his tattered windbreaker, which reeked of a strong fishy smell.

This contains not only Yinglong's blood, but also the corpse water and mud he got into during his underground battles, and even the Qilin blood that flowed from his own wounds.

In Miguel's eyes, this was priceless.

But in Jiang Han's eyes, it was just a piece of trash that was so dirty it couldn't be dirtier and so uncomfortable to wear.

"You want this?"

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! This is for science! For all mankind!" Miguel trembled with excitement, spittle flying everywhere.

"For all of humanity?"

Jiang Han scoffed, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Don't try to put such high-sounding labels on me; I find them too heavy."

After he finished speaking, he made a move that left everyone present speechless.

"Sizzle—"

A sharp, tearing sound.

With a single-handed effort, Jiang Han tore the tactical jacket made of special fibers in half, as easily as tearing a piece of waste paper.

He casually crumpled the rag stained with "divine blood" into a ball, threw it out of the car window without even glancing at it.

"Take it."

"Get out of my way."

That priceless "trash" flew through the air in an arc before landing with a thud on the dusty ground.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Immediately following was a heart-wrenching scream.

"No!!!"

Professor Miguel let out a bloodcurdling scream and lunged at the rag like a mad dog, completely ignoring the gravel on the ground that tore at his knees.

However, even faster than him were the "hyenas" who had been lurking around for a long time.

"Grab it! That's a dragon's blood sample!"

I don't know who shouted.

The Mexican military and police who were originally maintaining order, the secret agents mixed in with the reporters, and even a few seemingly harmless logistics personnel all shed their disguises at this moment.

More than a dozen figures rushed toward the garment at the same time.

The cold glint of a dagger, the muffled thud of a silenced pistol, and the sound of bones breaking erupted instantly beside the car.

For a few drops of what Jiang Han considered "waste blood," this group of people began to tear each other apart like wild beasts.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, drowning out all the chaos.

Old Chen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already jumped out of the car. His Type 92 pistol was smoking and pointed to the sky. His face, which usually looked somewhat honest, was now full of ferocious murderous intent.

"Stop it, all of you!"

"These are strategic resources belonging to China! Anyone who dares to touch them, I'll shoot them!"

As Old Chen roared, dozens of plainclothes special operations team members from Bureau 749 instantly drew their guns, their dark muzzles forming an ironclad defense line that tightly surrounded the tattered clothes.

The agents who had tried to seize the item watched this scene with gritted teeth, but under the overwhelming firepower, they had no choice but to retreat in anger.

Old Chen walked quickly to the garment, carefully took out a lead box with a nuclear radiation symbol, and used tweezers to carefully place the tattered cloth inside, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a newborn baby, afraid of disturbing even a speck of dust.

After doing all this, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Jiang Han in the car, his eyes filled with heartache and helplessness.

"My goodness! Do you know what you're doing?!"

Old Chen clutched the lead box to his chest as if it weren't tattered clothes, but a family heirloom. "This is stained with Yinglong's true blood! Even extracting just a microgram of its gene fragment would be enough for those biology lunatics to study for ten years! And you just... just threw it away?!"

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, took a flattened cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his expression appeared exceptionally languid and indifferent.

"Old Chen, your vision is too narrow."

He exhaled a smoke ring, glanced out the window at the gazes that, though receding, still lingered greedily in his direction, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"That was just the waste blood and impurities I expelled; the true inheritance..."

Jiang Han raised his hand, looking at his long, strong palm, where a faint golden light flowed through his veins beneath the skin.

"It's already ingrained in my bones."

"Let them have a few bones. If we don't offer them something sweet, how will these mad dogs take their attention away from me?"

Upon hearing this, Old Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant.

He looked into Jiang Han's deep eyes, which seemed to see right through people, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

original……

This is more than just arrogance.

This is bait.

It was a tattered garment used to divert global attention and buy time for the subsequent evacuation.

This kid's cunning is deeper than those old foxes who have lived for hundreds of years!

"drive."

Jiang Han didn't explain further, but simply gave the order.

Escorted by the 749th Bureau Special Operations Team, the convoy, like a long black steel dragon, tore through the crowd and sped toward the distant military base.

Outside the car window, the setting sun was like blood.

Jiang Han looked at the crowd fighting over the "trash" he had thrown away in the rearview mirror, his eyes showing no emotion.

This is just the beginning.

When he completely opens Pandora's box called "Truth," the world will become ten thousand times crazier than it is now.

"Old Chen."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, please give your orders!" Old Chen's attitude had changed from initial politeness to absolute obedience.

"Has Li Zhenhua arrived yet?"

"We've arrived! General Li's private plane has landed at the base. He... he brought a top-secret document, saying he must hand it to you personally."

"Top Secret Document?"

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes.

Something that would make that old fox Li Zhenhua travel so far to personally deliver it is definitely not good news.

"That's interesting."

Jiang Han stubbed out his cigarette, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then let me see just how big this fire can burn."