The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Two minutes later...

"That..."

"Shut up!"

"Hey!"

This sentence made Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who was swallowing his saliva and wanted to ask something carefully, silent. He stood in front of several corpses with a bloody long sword, closed his eyes and felt the strange mental state that seemed to slow down the whole world slowly fade away.

After a long time, Ning Shisan slowly opened his eyes, with residual obsession and loss in his eyes.

That feeling was like Superman suddenly lost his power and became an ordinary person again. The extreme gap made Ning Shisan, who was determined, almost couldn't help but give himself another shot.

This thing... seems to be addictive if used too much...

Looking at the killers lying on the ground under his feet, and looking at his own hands, Ning Shisan was shocked.

This actually... really did it by himself?

Although the enemy this time did not have hot weapons, when thinking of the "god state" that seemed to be turned on just now, Ning Shisan doubted that his nerve reaction speed just now might even be able to dodge the bullet?

Even if the bullet was out of the chamber, it was still not clear, and even if it was clear, the body speed could not keep up.

However, it is not difficult to dodge in advance by relying on rich battlefield experience to predict the opponent's movements and approximate trajectory.

If this thing is deployed in batches on the battlefield...

Ning Shisan shuddered at the thought of that brutal scene.

The effect of this thing seems to be very similar to the NZT-48 in the movie "Never Ending".

It is indeed an unscientific organization. They can actually create such a fantasy black technology. This world has really become unrecognizable...

He looked at the watch. Although the sense of time was a little confused under the effect of the drug, the entire drug effect lasted only about five minutes from the beginning to the end.

Physical condition... Except for a little dizziness in the brain and a little shortness of breath, there were no other adverse reactions...

He wrote these down secretly. He didn't forget that at the end of this mission, he was required to write a "drug experience report", and it had to be at least 3,000 words...

Alas!

He turned his head and looked at Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who had a strange little star in his eyes.

Strictly speaking, drug testing is just a side job, this is the real mission goal tonight...

"Come with me!" He uttered a few words coldly, in authentic Japanese.

As a former top international mercenary, being proficient in multiple languages ​​is basic.

However, his grandfather had participated in the war of resistance against Japan, and Ning Shisan had never had a good impression of the Japanese.

Hearing this authentic Japanese, Iwasaki Hideyoshi's eyes lit up.

Could this be a fellow villager? His vigilance was slightly reduced.

Yes, if someone wanted to harm him, they would not save him from the killer. The difference in their strength is just a matter of one sword.

"Master Jianhao, where are you taking me?"

Master Jianhao? What the hell?

"Of course it's a safe place, or do you want to stay and wait for the police to take you back to take a statement?

I can't guarantee that they won't send people to kill you."

"They? Do you know who wants to kill me?"

"Don't you know who wants to kill you the most?"

Isn't it just the same as the rich children fighting for the family property?

Although Ning Shisan was asked to rescue a Japanese just after being cured, he was quite unhappy, but the organization's "mission intelligence" was still so flawless.

Time, people, place, cause of the incident, process...

When he read the intelligence description, he always had the illusion of reading a movie script, and there was even a storyboard in it!

It's outrageous!

"You mean... Iwasaki Yuhei?"

Iwasaki Hideyoshi frowned. Although he had some guesses in his heart, he couldn't figure it out. Why did Iwasaki Yuhei suddenly become so crazy?

Is it because he suspected that he leaked the secret that led to the failure of his mission to find the Buddha's head?

But even if he died, he would definitely be the first suspect. He couldn't get past his grandfather...

Wait! Grandpa!

"Could it be... that you were secretly sent by grandpa to protect me?" His mind was full of ideas.

Yes, it must be like this, otherwise, how could a super expert come out of nowhere to protect himself?

Maybe grandpa had already seen through Iwasaki Yuhei's conspiracy?

"Your grandpa? Haha! He might not be able to protect himself now..."

"What?"

Iwasaki Hideyoshi was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and gradually widened his eyes in horror...

...

Fuso Kyoto.

"Grandpa, I brought back the authentic Dahongpao from China. How do you think it tastes?"

"Hmm!"

Putting down the teacup in his hand gently, Iwasaki Hanzo hummed lightly, neither good nor bad.

Looking at the respectful grandson in front of him, he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, but was a little disgusted with Iwasaki Yuhei's deliberate flattering behavior.

But after all, he is one of his most valued grandsons...

"Okay, tea is finished, go back, I still have some things to deal with."

However, facing the unquestionable majestic voice of Iwasaki Hanzo, Iwasaki Yuhei did not stand up and leave respectfully as usual, but instead showed a weird smile.

"Haha! Grandpa, you are still so cold to me. From childhood to adulthood, you only look at you differently when Hideyoshi is attentive to you.

Don't you think you are too partial?"

Iwasaki Hanzo raised his head in surprise, and then frowned.

"Do you know what you are saying?"

"What? You can do it, but you can't let your grandson say it?"

"Bang!" "How dare you!"

Iwasaki Hanzo slapped the table and was about to scold this disrespectful grandson, but suddenly his face froze, and he felt dizzy, and the next moment his eyes were blurred.

"Um~" Iwasaki Hanzo covered his chest and collapsed on the table weakly. The teacup on the table was knocked to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking.

Looking at the fragments on the ground, Iwasaki Hanzo suddenly thought of something, and he looked at his grandson with an incredible face.

"You...you actually..."

"That's right, I poisoned the tea, a neurotoxin, and the poisoned person will be stiff and weak until he gradually loses consciousness, just like a living dead person..."

At this time, Iwasaki Yuhei finally showed a hideous smile. He stood up leisurely, walked to his grandfather's side, and leaned down to look at this old man who made him afraid and scared.

At this time, he felt that he was just an old man who was about to die.

"You...you..."

Iwasaki Hanzo raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Iwasaki Yuhei had the guts to do such a cruel thing to him.

"Beast! Come... someone! Come quickly!" With his last bit of strength, he tried to call the guard at the door.

However, there was no response...

"Haha! Are you counting on them?" Iwasaki Yuhei laughed and opened the sliding wooden door of the room.

At this time, in the courtyard outside the door, seven or eight men in black suits were holding silenced pistols, murderous.

On the ground, there were already several bodies of Iwasaki family guards lying, and the scene was full of murderous intent.

"Grandpa, I have been planning for this day for a long time, please don't waste your time.

Tomorrow, your grandson will announce the news of your unfortunate stroke.

By then, I will legitimately become the only heir designated by you!"

Iwasaki Yuhei announced his plan with a proud look on his face, but when he turned around, he saw Iwasaki Hanzo's slightly mocking eyes.

"Yes, yes, you must be thinking that even if you are not there, there is still the second uncle, he will not watch me inherit the Iwasaki family, right?

Unfortunately, I promised the second uncle that I would give him 10% more shares and control of the group, and guess what happened in the end?

He said he wanted 15%, hahaha...hahaha..."

Iwasaki Yuhei covered his forehead and laughed crazily.

Iwasaki Hanzo widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Oh! Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten your precious grandson, my Hideyoshi Odoudou..." Iwasaki Yuhei showed an evil smile.

"It's a pity that he has been chopped to pieces now, tut tut! Thinking of my cute and delicate Ou Doudou, I am really a little sad..."

Squeezing out a drop of crocodile tears, Iwasaki Yuhei, who has obviously entered the crazy criticism mode, vented his dissatisfaction with Iwasaki Hanzo and his resentment towards Iwasaki Hideyoshi.

Hearing this, Iwasaki Hanzo's eyes were already desperate.

However, just when Iwasaki Yuhei was showing off proudly and thought he had completely controlled the situation...

"Bang!" A very abrupt and crisp gunshot sounded, and a man in black in the courtyard outside the door tilted his head, a stream of blood spurted out of his temple, and he fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" Followed by more gunshots, Iwasaki Yuhei's men screamed and fell one by one.

"Quick! Rush in!" "Protect the head of the family!"...

Listening to the shouts of a large number of people and horses around, Iwasaki Yuhei's proud smile froze on his face!

Before he could recover from his shock, several bodyguards in black suits rushed in from outside the door and pressed him to the ground.

"Father, father, I'm here to save you, what's wrong with you!"

A figure passed through the crowd and went straight to the limp Iwasaki Hanzo.

Hearing this familiar voice, Iwasaki Yuhei widened his eyes. In addition to the fear of failure, his mind was full of doubts.

Hideyoshi's father, his uncle... Why did he suddenly appear here with people?

...

"This is the terrifying absolute information gap..."

Thousands of miles away, Meng Lang crossed his legs and paid close attention to the development of the situation.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that just a piece of informant information could pry the future trajectory of Fuso's top chaebol and make it go to another completely unpredictable new direction...

Holding the life script of others and using it to pry the gears of fate, this is not the first time Meng Lang has done this.

Just like a nail in a horseshoe caused the general to fall from his horse, which then led to the defeat of the army and the destruction of a country.

The history of mankind is like this, interweaving necessity and chance, and has come to the present.

"Ding~"

The special communication software in the mobile phone sent a reminder. Meng Lang saw the two words "Black Cat" displayed on the caller and chose to answer.

"Hello!"

[The mission has been completed, and the target has been temporarily placed in a safe house. ]

"Well done, I watched the battle video, and the knife skills are good."

[Uh... That's because the medicine you gave me is effective. I didn't expect you to research such things.

But... a few days ago it was anti-cancer drugs, and today it's superman drugs. You don't want to train me as a 'drug tester', right? ]

"What? You don't want to?"

[Ahem! This... Can you give me a few more tubes of today's medicine? ]

"Heh! Aren't you afraid of side effects?"

[I came from the battlefield. Compared with life, what is a little side effect?

This thing can save your life if used properly. ]

"Although your spirit is commendable, I'm sorry, this medicine is still a limited edition. You have to queue up for the next batch.

You know it's for your life, so use it sparingly."

[Yes! Thank you for the organization's care. I will go through fire and water...]

"Okay, okay, the organization doesn't like to listen to flattery. If you have this free time, go and consolidate your Fuso language.

After a while, you may have to be sent to Fuso for a mission..."

[Go to Fuso... Is our target this time the Mitsubishi Group? ]

"Don't ask about the organization's affairs. You are also a cat. Don't you know that curiosity kills the cat?

I still like your cautious look before."

[Hehe! You have died once, and you don't care about many things. And don't you know that cats have nine lives?

I just want to know why you can easily get the internal information of the top chaebols like the Iwasaki family.

Logically speaking, since that Iwasaki Yuhei has the guts to rebel, he shouldn't be so careless about keeping the most important secrets.

If it's a coincidence, it was the same last time at the welfare home. It seems that you can get into the enemy every time, and the secrets are only accessible to the enemy's top leaders.

This is really unbelievable. How did you do it? 】

"Heh! This is the most core secret of our organization. The exchange price is ten lives. What do you think? Do you still want to exchange it?"

[Uh...]

After sending away Ning Shisan, who had just been cured of a terminal illness but couldn't be cured of his curiosity, Meng Lang touched his chin.

Originally, his plan was to help him in times of need, and to use the interests to win over Iwasaki Hideyoshi, so that he could become a nail in Fuso and implement the "interventionist" plan.

But Iwasaki Hideyoshi is different from Gao Yuan.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts, and Fuso people fear power but not virtue. Even if they cooperate with you temporarily for the sake of interests, he cannot guarantee that this guy will not turn against you after he has grown wings.

This kind of cooperation can only be called a bad idea.

But now...

He has a brainwashing artifact that is specifically for "rebellion"...

"Kacha!" "Uncle, I'm here to borrow a book again!"

Speak of the devil, Meng Lang smiled and looked at Xiaoyu.

"There's no rush to borrow a book. Come, take a look at this first. It might be useful in a while..."

Ten minutes later...

"Uncle, the plot of "The Youngest Son of a Chaebol Family" you showed me is too scary.

For the sake of the family property, he didn't even let his brother and grandfather go. Isn't this villain too bad?"

Xiaoyu flipped through the so-called "movie script" given to her by Meng Lang, with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"Haha!"

Meng Lang could only smile at this.

For some scripts, the most terrifying thing is often not the plot.

But the last sentence "based on a true story"...