A strand of blond hair on his head fell without any wind and fluttered to his chest.

With a flick of his fingers, the hair turned into an invisible ripple, passing silently through the brow of the brown-haired young man.

Before the sarcastic smile on the young man's face completely faded away, his vision went dark, and he fell to the sky without breathing.

The hair broke through his skull and exploded with force, shattering the blood vessels and nerves in his brain.

"God so loved the world."

The blond middle-aged man put his right hand on his chest and bowed gracefully. This time he would not stop. His feet just moved, and after a few steps, the figure had disappeared.

Amidst the noise and exclamations, no one noticed that he had been holding a newspaper in his left hand.

On the newspaper page, there is a young man with short black hair and eyes as sharp as knives. The man has his foot on the head, his aura is fierce and domineering, as if he is looking down on all living beings.

…

Northwest frozen wasteland.

The cold wind blew like a knife.

The frost and snow rolled up, chilling people to the core.

However, the men and women here seemed not to be afraid of the cold, walking in groups of three and five, bustling towards the market town.

"Quick, quick, today is the last day for Moros to escape from prison. It depends on whether he will be executed directly or break out of the prison?"

"Do you still have to think about it? He is a monster. I think it would be best if someone shoots him in a cage as soon as possible. Every time I see him, I tremble with fear, for fear that this person will rush out."

"Why rush? With such a big steel bar and a chain tightly locked, even if he is stronger than a black bear, there is no way he can break out. Mr. Ivan has five hundred people under his command, and they are always holding weapons.

Just stand guard and fire at the slightest sign of movement. There is no way to escape."

"It's a pity, it's a pity. I have never seen a fighter as strong as Moros. It's such a waste to execute him like this."

There was another person beside him who was feeling sorry.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw everyone around him, including men and women, looking at him strangely.

"What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"

"If you knew what Moros did, you wouldn't think so."

"What did you do?"

"He slaughtered three villages and more than 700 people. He also killed 300 Cossack cavalry with his bare hands. He fled for three days and three nights, leaving the Don River eagle with no shame. In the end, he took advantage of his hunger.

With his belly full, he surrounded the grove on the shores of Lake Baika, burned the trees, and stupefied him with anesthetic smoke."

"Tsk tsk..."

"hiss!"

There were countless soft calls all around.

"Didn't the master of the Palace Guard's Systemma come over? It's really a bit embarrassing to attack with guns and use anesthetic smoke."

As soon as these words came out, several strong and strong men all nodded.

This nation is very warlike and has a tough temperament. They are not too afraid of murderers, but rather have some respect in their hearts.

…

"What do you want?"

Moros's voice was hoarse, sounding like metal rubbing against each other, which made people's eardrums itchy and very uncomfortable.

"Go to Daqing Country and beat a man to death. If you can do it, the royal family will not only pardon your crime, but also hire you as a palace instructor and make you a viscount."

The young noble looked confident and calm, spoke unhurriedly, but had a majestic air of being able to make a decision with just one word.

"You are a smart man. If you were not forced to a dead end, you would not have exposed your abilities. Old Ivan is right to regard you as a cash cow, but he does not understand that soldiers are wealth.

When he saw that you were injured, he wanted to give up and execute you. I can only say that his vision was too bad, so he died unjustly.

Okay, that’s it for the small talk, do you choose life or death?”

Some choices are actually no choices.

Moros' eyes paused on the two heavy machine guns for a long time.

He felt that he could actually break through the chains and steel cages, and kill this young man. Even if the machine gun could hit him, he would not necessarily die immediately. There would still be time to kill these people.

perish together?

So why bother...

Porova and Xiaolia, I'm afraid they have fallen into their hands now. They didn't bring them over at this time, probably because they wanted to save some face and didn't want to anger themselves, so as not to have to talk about the matter.

Moros looked like a two-meter-three-meter beast. In fact, he was not a beast. He thought he was very smart, so he did not hesitate: "I promise, no matter who it is, he will be dead."

…

Suburbs of Windy City.

Underground in District 32.

Here we have the strictest protection, the most advanced weapons, and the top experts.

Under the bright light, inside the glass shield, a humanoid creature covered with terrifying and ferocious hemorrhagic tumors lay quietly.

Countless instruments flashed with various numbers, the curves fluctuated violently, and tubes were connected to the skin of the humanoid creature. Let's call the black-red blood scab skin.

"It only takes two weeks for his bloodline to change from explicit to recessive, and his appearance can be restored, and he can still retain that god-like power."

“Can this technology be scaled up?”

"It seems impossible."

A young man wearing glasses smiled wryly.

"This man is very strange. His genetic fragments are 70% similar to that of a lizard. He looks like a human being, but in fact he is not. This is a biological miracle. If you want to study the mystery, within a short time, you may be able to

No, we still need a large number of specimens..."

"Have you tested your combat power? Are you really the strongest among the same batch?"

"Yes, and he is much stronger. He can deal with a small army by himself. The most powerful thing is that his regeneration ability is extremely strong and he cannot be killed."

The young man with glasses pushed up the frame on his nose, his eyes were very enthusiastic.

"His head and heart were beaten to pieces, but they can still grow back. We still haven't figured out where his thinking system is, and he can still communicate normally."

"Well, it's him. Let him go to Qing Country... If we don't teach them a lesson, it will appear that our country has no one. We are still afraid of a yellow man. Isn't it a joke?"

…

The Federation of Wills, Sealand Country, Grape Country, and the Three Yuan Kingdoms all mobilized.

Not only did they send out troops, but most importantly, they sent out powerful warriors.

Zhang Khun Na Thong's arrogant declaration has completely angered these countries.

Their contempt for the Daqing Kingdom and their confidence in the strength of their own country made these people unable to tolerate even the slightest stain in the diplomatic history.

They all prepared their troops vigorously, with the generals going first to the Far East.

But at this time, the former Prime Minister of Sakura Kingdom Itou was in a good mood.

Better than ever.
Chapter completed!