Chapter 2443 Different Stage (Fourth Update)
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"I know everything."
Before Somchai could speak, the masked man spoke calmly: "I know how anxious you are, but you must not lose your position now."
Somchai exhaled a puff of smoke: "I can't figure it out. I can understand the attacker saving Babu, but why did he kill Babu?"
The masked man obviously knew about the Jade Mansion, and he kept a calm tone: "This is indeed a bit puzzling, and I haven't figured it out either."
"After all, for fame and fortune, he should save Babu."
At this point, he changed the subject: "Didn't you kill nine attackers? Didn't you find out their identities?"
Songchai shook his head: "We killed nine intruders, but there is no information about their identities. At least we don't have their information on hand."
"But judging from the tactical movements and marksmanship, he should be someone from the police force or the army."
"These are just cannon fodder, used to attract the firepower of the guards. The real masters quietly sneak into Building No. 3 to kill people after the firefight."
"That guy was so brave that he broke in single-handedly, killing people along the way. All seven guards had their throats slit, and he shot Babu in the end."
"No one expected the killer to be so tough. When the soldiers discovered the clues, the killer had already left the No. 3 building."
Songchai's tone was cold: "We also arranged booby traps to blow up dozens of soldiers."
The masked man's voice deepened: "This killer is most likely the Supreme Dragon you mentioned the day before yesterday."
Songchai was stunned for a moment, then replied loudly: "Although I framed him, there is no substantial evidence. How can you conclude that it is him?"
The masked man quickly made a judgment: "Whether it was a bloodbath at the Peace Casino or a raid on the Jade Mansion, they all showed how powerful the attackers were."
"It is rare for a powerful enemy to appear in this place like Cui Country. How could two powerful enemies appear at the same time?"
He gave another piece of information: "So I judge that they are the same force, and the leader may be the Supreme Dragon."
Songchai showed a hint of shock: "Supreme Dragon? Is it really him?"
"If it's him, brother, who is this Supreme Dragon?"
Songchai took a sip of wine, his expression no longer violent, only gentle and respectful: "The dragon has no tail, but its force and wisdom are still so powerful."
"Although you have no surveillance, the portrait is messy, and the descriptions are contradictory, but judging from his behavior, he is probably Ye Tianlong."
The masked man sighed softly: "This kid is extremely destructive and is a ninth-grade master. You must be careful."
Songchai said in surprise: "So it's that martial arts genius Ye Tianlong? I don't seem to have any grudges against him. Why is he here to deal with me?"
He once wondered whether Ye Tianlong had a relationship with Babu, but if he had a relationship, he should save people first instead of fighting against the National Defense Forces.
Most importantly, Babu is dead.
"Not sure yet."
The masked man's eyes flashed: "I've only been focusing on experiments these days, thinking about copying the mysterious swordsman, and I haven't had time to stare at him."
"But give me another two days and I will contact Mr. Meihua. Mo Ningran should be able to know his purpose and we will have countermeasures by then."
He added: "Don't be afraid of him. A ninth-grade master is really powerful, more powerful than ten mysterious swordsmen, but you have a gun in your hand."
"You have 50,000 guns in your hand. If you rush to die one by one, you can make Ye Tianlong die from exhaustion."
The masked man expressed relief: "So as long as you don't act alone and a loophole is found, Ye Tianlong can't hurt you."
"The thing now is not whether he can hurt me, but when I find the opportunity, I will kill him."
There was a murderous intent in Songchai's eyes: "What's wrong with the ninth-level master? Is the ninth-level master really awesome? I'll shoot him to death randomly."
After cutting off three of his ways of making money and killing a bunch of his good brothers, Songchai felt a murderous desire in his heart. He would kill gods when gods blocked him, and ghosts when ghosts blocked him.
"A ninth-grade master is really awesome. There is only one in a billion people."
The masked man sighed: "It's almost reached the limit of human beings."
Songchai shook the red wine gently, and then asked: "How did your experiment go?"
"Three hundred people died, billions were spent, and the laboratory almost exploded."
The masked man replied very calmly: "If it weren't for the success of the mysterious swordsman, I would suspect that the data is false."
Songchai coughed and said, "Tian Yao No. 1, you have repeatedly demonstrated and tested it, but it is barely stable. There is no problem with the data at all."
"The diaries and experiments of the Mi Army were obtained with great effort. The Mi Army will not adulterate, so how can there be any problem with the data?"
He asked curiously: "Is it the combination of Chinese and Western medicine that causes the medicine to collide and cause accidents?"
The masked man smiled faintly: "I suspect that the data is false because the failure rate is too high. One in three hundred lives can't afford the cost."
"Mi Jun's diary and experiments are indeed not mixed with water, but they stayed in Ye Tianlong's hands for a while before they fell into my hands."
"I'm worried that Ye Tianlong has tampered with something."
"However, the success of the mysterious swordsman gives me a glimmer of hope. I am ready to see if the second experimental subject can achieve another breakthrough."
"This subject, regardless of age, blood type, or physical health coefficient, is similar to the mysterious swordsman."
"If this experimental subject is also successful, then there will be no problem with the data. The 300 death probability is just a problem with the experimental subject."
"If this experimental subject fails again, then the success of the mysterious swordsman is accidental, which means that the US military data was really tampered by Ye Tianlong."
The masked man's voice has a chill: "If that's the case, then we can only use him for experiments."
"In my opinion, your experiments for so many years and spending so much money are meaningless."
Songchai slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "With this time and money, it is enough to build an army of 100,000 people."
For Songchai, experiments are a waste. Only guns and people are the most valuable and meaningful things.
"The stage is different."
The masked man laughed loudly: "Your stage is in Cuiguo, and my stage is in the world."
"Fifty thousand national defense forces can only conquer Cuiguo, and cannot affect the world at all, but my experiment is different."
"There are only four tenth-grade, eight ninth-grade, and less than a hundred eighth-grade in the world."
"Think about it, eight billion people, only a hundred masters above the eighth grade, how difficult is it?"
"If my medicine is successful and can mass-produce eighth-grade masters, I can make two hundred, three hundred, five hundred, who can match me?"
"If I am luckier, a few ninth-grade masters will be transformed from the eighth-grade, who can fight me?"
He was full of confidence: "One ninth-grade can turn Cuiguo upside down. If it is magnified by hundreds or thousands, it will be easy to control the world?"
He didn't say another sentence, that is, hundreds of billions have been invested, and it is impossible to stop, and he can only go all the way.
Songchai was stunned for a moment, then he shuddered when he thought of the output of a bunch of eighth-grade masters, as if he could feel the power.
Then, he smiled bitterly: "It would be great if you could mass-produce now, I would first ask for two dozen to deal with the Supreme Dragon."
"Be patient for a few days."
The masked man warned: "The more chaotic it is, the more calm you must be, otherwise you will only hurt yourself more."
"Okay, listen to you, I will be patient for a few days."
Songchai let out a long breath: "By the way, pretend to be righteous and hold Babu's funeral..."