The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

A moment later, twenty young people wearing bronze masks walked out of the villa one by one and were guided by staff from the National Security Bureau to board twenty identical armored vehicles.

Each armored vehicle was surrounded by four identical vehicles in the middle, forming a tight protective formation. Soldiers quickly boarded the vehicles, and the heavy sound of the doors closing echoed around them.

A massive convoy of a thousand armored vehicles, like a giant black dragon, drove in batches along different routes onto the highway leading to Yanjing.

The roar of the engine shook the heavens and the earth, leaving long afterimages on the road.

Xu Feng sat in the back of the car, his gaze, hidden behind his mask, sweeping across the receding scenery outside the window. Thick armored steel plates surrounded him on all sides, giving him a strong sense of security, but also a sense of oppression.

Suddenly, a soft yellow light shone in the carriage, and Hongxia's figure appeared like a ghost, her dress still carrying the breeze from outside, and she landed easily on the seat.

"Who?" Song Ze, sitting in the front row, subconsciously gripped the pistol at his waist, his body tensing instantly. Only when he saw that the person was a young girl did he slowly relax his grip and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Xu Feng!"

Hongxia rushed to Xu Feng's side, wrapped her arms around his arm, and rubbed her cheek against his sleeve. Her tone was a mix of grievance and coquetry, like a little devil who hadn't gotten her candy.

"How could you leave me like this? Hongxia loves you the most. Although I like you too, it's too much of you to just leave the two of us at the villa like this!"

Xu Feng knew that this was Hong Xia's strange personality speaking to him, and that girl was probably too embarrassed to come out now.

He helplessly raised his hand, bent his finger and gently flicked her smooth forehead, the force light and full of affection:

"Nonsense, we're going on a mission, not sightseeing."

He then turned to look at Song Ze, his tone tinged with curiosity:

"Brother Song Ze, isn't this a bit too cautious of you?"

Song Ze shook his head, his eyes serious:

"Not at all. Since the arrival of the Chosen One instance, the domestic situation has been far less peaceful than before."

"Among the millions of Chinese chosen ones, there are many spies and agents from other countries. They are very likely to have received orders from other countries to take action against us."

"If we are not careful, the data could fall into the wrong hands, or even endanger your life. We must be absolutely certain of our safety."

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng recalled the strange and mysterious artifact that James had used on the day of divine punishment.

If I were to encounter that situation myself, I'm afraid I would also suffer a setback.

Song Ze's words were not an exaggeration.

Meanwhile, in a rented room on the other side of the city, the air was filled with the smell of instant noodles and cheap cigarettes, and various kinds of garbage were scattered on the floor.

A disheveled young man was fast asleep on the bed, a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth, clearly in a very deep sleep.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the bedside table rang shrilly, breaking the silence in the room.

The young man groggily opened his eyes, rubbed them, and fumbled for his phone, his voice hoarse:

"Hey? Who's so inconsiderate as to call me during lunch break?"

A deep, emotionless voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone.

"Is it Black Scorpion? They have a big order, are you interested?"

The words "Black Scorpion" instantly sobered the young man, sweeping away the sleepiness in his eyes and replacing it with a hint of vigilance and greed.

"What kind of order? Tell me about it first."

"Assassinate a chosen one being escorted by the military."

Upon hearing this, Black Scorpion scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and shook his head.

"Are you crazy, or do you think I'm crazy? Do you know the consequences of targeting military-escorted goods?"

"They're offering a hundred million US dollars to make sure you take the head of the Bloody Gentleman."

"Remember, you must ensure that the batch of duplicate data is completely lost in the Chosen Space."

As soon as the deep voice on the other end of the phone finished, Black Scorpion chuckled, his fingertips unconsciously stroking a tungsten steel throwing knife that gleamed coldly on the table.

The blade was engraved with fine blood grooves, and its snow-white surface reflected the arrogance in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm tired of living, or that the Chinese government's military is just for show? You want me to go toe-to-toe with the military of a permanent member of the UN Security Council?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the person continued:

"After it's done, you'll get a top-tier green card from the United States, plus a $50 million settlement fee."

"Once you complete the assassination mission, we will immediately arrange a special extradition channel for you, and even if the Chinese government wants to retaliate, it will have no way to do so."

Black Scorpion narrowed his eyes, a hint of playful arrogance flashing in his pupils.

He got up and walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the heavy curtains, and glanced down at the street below.

He casually tossed the throwing knife on the table, accurately knocking down a rusty screw that was teetering on the GG sign on the opposite building.

"Interesting. I'll take this order."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an arrogant air of absolute control:

"One hundred million US dollars plus fifty million in resettlement allowance should be enough for my retirement."

"The target information has been sent to your encrypted email address. Please check your inbox."

The other party added:

"Bloody Gentleman is a rising star with considerable potential."

"The 20 million deposit has been transferred to your anonymous Swiss bank account. Once verified, proceed as soon as possible."

The call ended cleanly and decisively, without a single unnecessary word.

Black Scorpion turned back to his desk and opened a laptop with a casing covered in military-grade protective patterns.

The screen is made of privacy tempered glass, and only those wearing special colored contact lenses can see the image.

The keyboard features a biometric unlock function, and the encrypted interface that pops up upon startup requires triple verification.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he quickly decrypted the email.

When he saw the description of the seemingly final boss, who was fighting a hundred enemies single-handedly with an angel, in the Pseudo-Human Academy dungeon, a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

"One against a hundred?"

He chuckled and casually pressed a button on the computer. From the wall next to him, small, cold-air-emitting compartments slowly popped up, displaying various cutting-edge weapons.

The sniper rifle equipped with an electromagnetic silencer, an armor-piercing dagger, a tactical vest with a built-in positioning jamming system, and even a state-of-the-art optical stealth cloak.

"With teammates providing support, is this level of performance something to brag about?"

Black Scorpion stroked his chin, his eyes filled with disdain:

"The newcomers these days are getting more and more pretentious. They get a little bit of luck and achieve some success, and then they dare to give themselves a childish title like 'Bloody Gentleman'."

He clicked on the target's clear photo, his gaze lingered on Xu Feng's face for a moment, then disdainfully looked away:

"A gentleman? I'd like to see if he can still maintain this composed and elegant demeanor when my tungsten steel bullet pierces his throat."

He casually picked up the tactical watch from the table and put it on. The dial lit up, displaying real-time satellite positioning and weapon status monitoring. He tapped the computer screen lightly and said to the artificial intelligence:

"System, adjust the infrared scope on my Nightingale sniper rifle and prepare three armor-piercing high-explosive rounds for me."

"Furthermore, I'll integrate real-time monitoring access to the China Expressway Network into my terminal. I want this bloodthirsty gentleman to die knowing exactly what happened!"