RBCT Chapter 258 K Organization Leader: Are you a human or a ghost?
Chapter 258 K Organization Leader: Are you a human or a ghost?
"It's nothing."
"It's just that there's a clown who's not quite dead yet, and he dialed the wrong number again."
Lin Zhou's voice was extremely soft.
His large, calloused hands, covered in gunpowder and dust, gently and reassuringly patted Nuonuo's back.
He very carefully pressed the little guy's head, which was trying to turn away out of curiosity, back into the crook of his neck.
I must never let her see the abandoned factory behind me that looks like a hellish place.
"Bloodhound".
Lin Zhou didn't even turn his head, coldly uttering two words.
"Your subordinate is here!"
Bloodhound, the fully armed overseas mercenary king, immediately knelt down on one knee in front of Lin Zhou with utmost respect.
This notorious killer, infamous on the international dark web, didn't even have the courage to look Lin Zhou in the eye at this moment.
Lin Zhou turned around very slowly.
He carefully handed Nuonuo over.
The movements were as gentle as if they were holding an extremely fragile, priceless treasure.
"Cover her eyes."
"Plug her ears too."
Lin Zhou's eyes changed instantly, the extreme tenderness just now was instantly replaced by an extremely terrifying coldness.
"Take her to the bulletproof helicopter and wait for me."
"If she saw a drop of blood, or a missing hair."
"Your entire mercenary group might as well commit suicide together."
Bloodhound suddenly felt an extremely violent chill run through his body.
He took Nuonuo with utmost seriousness and wrapped the little guy up tightly in the large tactical bulletproof vest.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured!"
"Even if the bloodhound is reduced to dust, we will never let the little princess be frightened in the slightest!"
Nuonuo nestled obediently on the bloodhound's broad shoulders.
She didn't cry or make a fuss; she just called out to Lin Zhou in an extremely soft and sweet voice.
"Daddy, come back soon! Nuonuo's tummy is hungry."
"Okay. Dad will be right there."
Lin Zhou smiled at his daughter with extreme tenderness.
It wasn't until they watched Bloodhound, under the fierce protection of a group of heavily armed mercenaries, safely board the extremely sturdy heavy attack helicopter.
The extremely rare tenderness on Lin Zhou's face finally disappeared completely, like the receding tide.
Instead.
It is an extreme form of violence and chilling cold that can completely freeze the surrounding air.
He turned around very slowly.
Once again, I faced that steel gate that had been violently smashed by the motorcycle.
They stepped back into that abandoned chemical plant, which resembled a slaughterhouse of carnage.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken arms.
The air was thick with an extremely pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, so strong it was nauseating.
But Lin Zhou's steps were extremely steady.
The tactical boots made a sickening slapping sound as they stepped into the extremely sticky pools of blood.
The encrypted satellite phone was still ringing out in a piercingly harsh voice deep within the ruins.
It was like an extremely urgent death warrant.
Lin Zhou walked through the dark and dilapidated corridor and returned to the control room, which resembled a battlefield.
The assault team leader's body lay in a pitiful state beside the iron cabinet.
The skull, completely ripped open by a nine-millimeter dumdum bullet, was sprayed with a striking red and white substance.
And that extremely advanced black satellite phone lay quietly in the center of that pool of extremely thick blood.
The screen was flashing an extremely eerie red signal light.
Lin Zhou walked to the body.
He didn't even frown.
He bent down very casually.
With those large hands stained with gunpowder and blood, he coldly picked up the phone from the pool of blood.
Dark red blood dripped very slowly down the edge of the phone.
Lin Zhou pressed the answer button with extreme decisiveness.
Then he placed this extremely expensive communicator very steadily against his ear.
He didn't speak first.
An eerily silent silence fell over the other end of the phone.
There was only a series of extremely heavy, extremely rapid, and even extremely noticeable trembling breaths.
Like a broken bellows, it echoed very clearly in the microphone.
A good ten seconds or so passed.
A hoarse voice, filled with intense panic and exasperation.
It was only with great difficulty that the message finally arrived from across the ocean.
"What...what kind of monster are you?"
He is a Black bishop.
This is the supreme leader of the K organization, who wields immense power and influence in the Asia-Pacific underworld.
The voice at that moment was filled with utter despair, terror, and horror.
Lin Zhou gave a cold laugh with utter contempt.
"What's wrong?"
"You're scared already?"
"Weren't you just now extremely arrogant, trying to kidnap my daughter?"
The black bishop on the other end of the phone seemed to have been subjected to extremely strong stimulation.
He roared hysterically.
His voice became extremely sharp and shrill due to extreme mental breakdown, and even cracked.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"I just witnessed the entire process with my own eyes through the hidden main control probe in the control room!"
"Those are fifty fully armed, top-tier overseas mercenaries!"
"They were equipped with an extremely dense crossfire network of heavy machine guns!"
The Black Bishop pounded the table frantically on the other end of the phone, making extremely frantic banging noises.
"Even the world's elite Navy SEALs could not possibly wipe them out in five minutes!"
"And you!"
"You fucking slaughtered them all like pigs and dogs with just two pistols and hand-to-hand combat!"
The black bishop's breathing became increasingly heavy.
He seemed to recall the extremely bloody and horrific afterimages he had just seen on the monitor screen, images that defied the limits of human physiology.
That Asian man.
The speed at which he dodged bullets was practically like teleporting in the dark!
Every single shot he fired was incredibly precise, hitting the mercenary right between the eyebrows with an error of less than 0.1 millimeters.
There were no unnecessary movements.
There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
That wasn't a battle between humans!
It was an extremely pure, extremely precise killing machine with absolutely no room for error!
"You're not even human!"
The Black Bishop screamed in utter despair, completely breaking down.
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"
"What exactly did that old madman Lin Zhenguo do to you back then?!"
"Did he completely activate the 'original code' in your brain?!"
"Did he use those terrifying futuristic technologies to transform you into a painless, tireless cyborg monster?!"
Listening to the utterly absurd yet perfectly reasonable questions on the other end of the phone.
A mocking coldness slowly surfaced in Lin Zhou's deep, peach-blossom eyes.
original.
In the eyes of this self-proclaimed godfather who claims to be in control of everything.
The maximum power that the human body can unleash can only be attributed to the physical modifications made by machines.
They are a bunch of rats hiding in the gutter.
I will never understand how terrifying potential a father driven to extreme anger can unleash.
They couldn't comprehend how devastating the ultimate killing technique infused by the system was.
"Source code?"
Lin Zhou leaned against the extremely dilapidated blast door with extreme laziness.
He casually raised his left hand, the one not holding the phone.
On his extremely cold fingertips, there was still warm blood splattered from when he killed the mercenary.
"You went to great lengths, lying low for seven whole years."
"We will spare no effort to use all the spies hidden in the upper echelons of the capital."
"They even went so far as to provoke me and kidnap my four-year-old daughter."
Lin Zhou's tone grew softer and softer, yet it carried an intense sense of oppression that sent chills down one's spine.
"Just for what's in my head?"
The Black Bishop was breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.
He had been driven completely mad by Lin Zhou's extremely nonchalant attitude.
"What the hell are you bragging about?!"
"You think you've won just because you killed dozens of my men and rescued your daughter today?"
"I'll tell you!"
"Now that you've revealed your monstrous strength, the entire global underworld's super-capital will go completely mad for you!"
"They'll pounce on you like sharks smelling blood, tearing you to shreds one after another!"
"You'll become the world's most expensive guinea pig! Your wife and daughter will definitely not fare well either!"
Faced with the Black Bishop's extremely vicious curses and threats.
Lin Zhou didn't even blink.
He raised his blood-stained finger very slowly.
Lin Zhou wiped the blood from his cheek with his blood-stained fingers, and spoke into the microphone with an extremely calm tone: "You want to know what I am?"