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This was a smooth collaborative operation, involving a total of four people including Zhang Hui.

Although Zhang Hui's hired teammates were unaware of his purpose, or why he had gone to such lengths to capture this person, especially in this border village of the Imperial Graveyard, it didn't stop them from doing their job for money, and Zhang Hui offered them no explanation.

Once outside the village, they knocked the middle-aged man unconscious, threw him into the trunk, and then drove away, leaving the unfamiliar village.

After seeing his teammates off, Zhang Hui drove his beat-up car into the desolate desert.

To avoid being disturbed, Zhang Hui led his men deep into the desert. After waking the man, they used "special technical means" to interrogate him, and the man named Adan finally revealed everything he knew.

The planner who initially taught in Brittany was gradually drawn in and ultimately brainwashed by him during a visit to his hometown in Pakistan. Although this man kept claiming it was for freedom, Zhang Hui silenced him forever.

"Go find your freedom in hell!"

After Zhang Hui finished speaking, he immediately set the place on fire. The man sitting next to him took out a photo from his inner pocket, muttered something silently, and his tears gradually evaporated in the desert.

After returning to Djibouti and preparing himself mentally, Zhang Hui finally called Xia Nan. After nearly half a year, Xia Nan received Zhang Hui's call and immediately gave him a good scolding.

After confirming his safety, Xia Nan told him that she had changed jobs and gave him her new work location and address. She told him to remember to keep in touch often and not to disappear all the time.

"Sis, I know, it won't happen again!"

After Zhang Hui finished speaking, he paused for a moment, unsure whether to tell the other person what he had done. His inner conflict had finally been resolved.

"Sis, there's something... I don't know if you'd like to hear it."

"What's wrong? Why are you so conflicted? Did you find a girlfriend?" Xia Nan joked lightly.

"No, it's...it's about that matter." After Zhang Hui finished speaking, the other person fell silent on the other end of the phone. Both of them knew what that matter referred to. Xia Nan didn't know that her younger brother had been so persistent for so many years, still working hard to keep his promise from back then.

"Say what you want to say, or I understand if you don't. No matter what, as your only family member, I support you." Xia Nan's words left Zhang Hui feeling deeply troubled.

"I caught that person, the one who brainwashed the bomb plotters."

"Phew~~~ He's gone where he was meant to be, and I can finally say... say sorry to my brother and Xiao Jun's photos!"

After saying this, Zhang Hui couldn't open his mouth anymore.

"Xiao Hui, it's not your fault! You don't need to apologize to me. We weren't the ones in the wrong." Xia Nan's words were like a shot of adrenaline, helping Zhang Hui shake off the guilt that had been plaguing him for years.

For a fleeting moment, Zhang Hui felt that the body's emotions had been released, but he didn't pay attention to it.

After hanging up the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I found that I had received a message from the system.

[Congratulations, host! Due to your persistent act of revenge, your original mental strength has increased by 6 points!]

Ah? ? ?

Zhang Hui immediately opened the system and found that his basic mental data had actually changed from 40 to 46. He quickly contacted the system's customer service to inquire.

Why are there additional mental stats from the original body?

[Because the host's act of revenge resonated with the obsessions of the original body's soul.]

Why didn't this happen in the previous worlds?

In previous worlds, the original souls of the bodies, lacking any attachments, were assimilated by the hosts.

What? When did I assimilate a soul?

Unable to help but recall, in the previous worlds, he only spoke and acted somewhat like a character. Zhang Hui always thought that it was because he deliberately followed the instilled memories to avoid sudden changes in the character's personality.

Is this what it means to assimilate the soul?

[So, for each character I possess in the future, will I have to assimilate the soul of the original body?]

【Yes. 】

If one encounters someone with extremely high mental strength, could they be assimilated in the opposite way?

Please explore on your own.

Damn it...

Why is it this answer again? This is very important, okay?

Zhang Hui was now somewhat numb. This world was alright; at least he had gotten through it by accident and achieved his revenge. But the future was uncertain. What if he encountered someone with abnormally high mental strength again?

Wouldn't it be assimilated in the opposite direction? If it is assimilated in the opposite direction, then does it cease to exist?

No! I have to find a way. It seems that after this world ends, I have to raise my mental stats to an absurdly high level. This is much more important than the other three basic stats.

Zhang Hui glanced at the calendar; judging by the timeline, the story would begin in two years.

He decided to take advantage of this time to take on more mercenary jobs. He didn't care about the money, as long as he could maintain his condition.

......

3:10 am,

Having been out on a mission for over six hours, the eight-man squad, having fought their way out and finally shaken off their pursuers, returned to the American military base near the capital of the Imperial Graveyard, under the streetlights of the base at night.

A MaxxPro anti-ambush armored vehicle slowly entered the base, its dusty appearance attracting no attention.

There were no special people to greet them, and Zhang Hui, who was in the eight-person team, had no intention of celebrating. He just wanted to take a shower, go to sleep, and then have a big meal to comfort himself when he woke up tomorrow.

The others in the base were still fast asleep, as usual.

Since the United States withdrew its troops from the neighboring country a few years ago, he left the mercenary gathering place of ALB and was taken in by a world-renowned big spender.

These statuses today are the daily routine of mercenaries exclusively employed by the United States. Each time a mission with a clearly marked price is released, they choose to accept the mission as needed.

They go out when they receive a mission, and return quietly after completing it. Unlike the regular troops in the base, they are not well known to outsiders.

Even if the person they captured during the few hours they were out was the commander of some organization, it wouldn't matter.

The people who teamed up with Zhang Hui were the same; they had no honor or pride here and were used to this unnoticed scene.

The first thing Zhang Hui did when he woke up the next day was to go to the canteen for a big meal. After eating and drinking his fill, he began to pack his belongings. He planned to leave the base and end his identity as a mercenary.

It was already March 2015 on the calendar. Although the Republic of Ivia, which he was closely monitoring, had not yet experienced a military coup, he had to prepare in advance.

The system only provided him with a general timeline in the storyline, without specifying exact dates or months. It was also unclear whether the hijacking of the Chinese merchant ship had actually occurred.

After leaving this imperial graveyard today, he planned to stay in Djibouti, near the Gulf of Aden.

That was the closest and safest area to the Somali Sea, allowing him to obtain information as quickly as possible.

After submitting the report, Zhang Hui sat outside his supervisor's office, and passing staff assumed he was just spacing out. But Zhang Hui was actually looking at the system panel, calculating the remaining supplies in his personal storage space.

Over the years, there are only 3 units left of recovery potions and high-efficiency bandages, but the cash inside has increased considerably.

I counted and found that I had less than 200,000 US dollars and only a little over 100,000 euros. As for the various currencies in the desert region, although there seemed to be a lot, they were negligible in terms of purchasing power.

Finally, there were some miscellaneous weapons and ammunition inside. His two years as a mercenary on the edge of a knife had allowed him to make the most of this personal space.

Compared to the previous world, his current personal space, in addition to storage, also has the function of stopping bombs.

He escaped death several times thanks to this cheat.

He even escaped once after being tricked, thanks to his personal space. Of course, everyone who had seen his cheat also disappeared.

After that incident, the name of Falcon was recognized by the people of the United States, and it was subsequently incorporated into their ranks.