"Ian, you've got work to do!"
In a luxurious villa, the young man who drove the luxury car to pick up Ian opened the door and spoke to Ian, who was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone.
Ian gestured for him to keep quiet. He smiled and said, "Honey, let's go to the movies tonight. I'll pick you up at the University of Washington at seven o 'clock. Be there or be square. Love you!"
After that, he hung up the phone.
The moment he hung up, the smile on his face disappeared. His entire temperament had undergone a drastic change. At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast.
He asked coldly, "The higher-ups want me to kill the Thousand-faced Killer, Xiao Han, right?"
"Yes."
The young man nodded. "They want you to set off immediately. Use your tracking ability to find him. The President has already …"
WHOOSH!
Ian appeared in front of him in an instant. He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the young man by the neck, and pressed him against the wall. He said coldly, "What if I refuse to carry out the order?"
Although he was being strangled, the young man's face showed only a trace of panic. He said calmly, "Ian, you used to be a prisoner on death row. You should feel honored that the federal government chose you to participate in the genetic warrior research. Because of this, you can live and fall in love like an ordinary person.
There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and there is no such thing as absolute freedom. What you gain must be lost. Everyone has shackles that restrict them. Let me remind you, everything you have now, including your life, was given to you by the federal government. You must obey the orders of the federal government. Otherwise, you will soon lose everything you have. "
Ian's eyelids twitched. He let go of the young man and punched the solid wall in front of him.
The wall was as soft as tofu. His fist easily punched a hole in it.
Ian was like a panting beast. He said with a murderous look, "If I want to, the federal government will disappear from this world!"
"But you won't do that, will you?"
It was obvious that this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. "Without the special medicine formulated by the federal government for you, your body will rot and ooze with pus in less than half a month. You will become food for maggots. When your entire body is crawling with maggots, you may not die, and your consciousness may still be very clear. You will only die when they have eaten your brain. This is probably the most disgusting and miserable way to die in the world."
These words seemed to have touched Ian's weakest nerve, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead. The murderous aura that was emanating from his body also dissipated a lot.
The young man patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Ian, take it easy. Everyone lives like a dog in this world, and I'm no exception. When the shackles on my body are tightened by my master, I have to do my best to complete the task given to me by my master. Otherwise, death and elimination are the only things that await me. Think about it. You are actually luckier than most people.
As long as you obey the orders of the federal government, you will have endless money to spend. You can also pursue your love. I know that you love that Hua Nation girl very much, and you want to be with her forever. That is something that I am certain of. Since you love her and want to be with her forever, then fight for this goal. There is no such thing as reaping without sowing. Only by risking your life can you get what you want. "
Ian was silent. All his conflicting emotions slowly dissipated.
…
…
The Pentagon had been bombed, and the headquarters of the Department of National Defense had been moved to an underground base in Washington.
President Bama and the cabinet ministers were now in the base. There were a lot of high-tech equipment there. Four 82-inch monitors were set up on the wall. The military command and control system was also on the side. Several young male and female officers were busy working.
"Sir President, the genetic warrior has set off. It is now in the Mojave Desert!" a technician reported to President Bama.
"What is it going to do there? Is it going to be destroyed in the Mojave Desert?" President Bama asked coldly.
The technician nodded. "It should be."
Then what was Mie doing in the Mojave Desert?
Everyone present was puzzled. Of course, they had full confidence in the genetic warrior's tracking ability. As long as it had smelled the scent of the target, the genetic warrior would be able to find it in any corner of the world.
"Could his target be the Mojave Stealth Fighter Development Base?!" a cabinet minister suddenly exclaimed.
Hiss …
Everyone could not help but gasp. The Mojave Stealth Fighter Research and Development Base had cost a lot of money to build. Moreover, the latest Phantom 5 was in the most critical stage of development. If it was interrupted, the huge investment in the early stages would be for naught.
"I found it! I found it! Mie!" a technician suddenly shouted excitedly.
President Bama and the others leaned forward to take a look. They could only see a black dot moving on the monitor. When the technician lowered the resolution, they could see that it was a running figure.
The technician explained, "I followed the genetic warrior's direction and used the satellite to scan and record it. I accidentally captured Mie's figure." He continued, "Unbelievable! His running speed is close to 150 kilometers per hour!"
What？
Everyone's eyes widened. They could not believe such a report.
"Are you sure he is running on his own and not using other means of transportation?" the Minister of Defense asked.
"The satellite photo shows that he is running. The distance of each step is about 50 to 80 meters," the technician said.
"What's going on? Is he a genetic warrior developed by Hua? "
The Minister of Defense took a deep breath and turned to look at President Bama. "Our genetic warriors are only at this level."
President Bama did not respond. His face was as cold as ice.
After the technician analyzed the satellite photo and various other data, he could not help but exclaim, "He doesn't seem to be running. He is … flying."
Flying?
My God, what kind of joke is this? How can a human fly without the help of other means of transportation?
How is this possible?
Everyone was shocked again. The Minister of Defense said angrily, "What the hell are you talking about? Flying? Are you saying that he is a superhuman? "
"Minister, these are the photos taken by the Mojave Base's scouts."
The technician projected a set of photos on the huge screen. They were all photos of the desert, which was unusually flat. The technician explained, "The desert in these photos is where Mie walked. He did not leave any trace. But how can a person run in the desert without leaving any footprints? Unless he is flying and his feet are not touching the sand of the desert."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt a heartfelt shock that came from the depths of their souls.
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