Chapter 315: Dust Special Ability
In the operating room, Xia Fei was lying flat on the bed under general anesthesia. Neurosurgeon Qin Fang was skillfully operating with a laser scalpel in hand.
In the technologically advanced Pan-Human Alliance, machines had already largely replaced humans, especially when it came to complex brain surgeries like this. The nimble robotic arm was far more precise than a human's hand, and the main responsibility of the doctor had changed from performing the surgery to being the device's controller.
Logically speaking, machines had the potential to completely replace doctors, but they lacked the important link of an AI system. Due to humans' fear of highly intelligent robots, all the robotic assistants were in a semi-automatic state. They could only perform the surgery according to the human's requirements, but they were unable to judge the patient's physiological state, so they still needed a doctor to monitor them from the side.
It was said that the surgeries of the ancient civilization were completely handed over to robots, and they had been serving humans loyally for tens of thousands of years. Just when humans had gotten used to treating robots like family, these robots suddenly betrayed them, and the epic and prosperous ancient human civilization was annihilated.
Robots born in the hands of humans were like sons of humans, and it was an unimaginable tragedy for a son to kill his father. Perhaps the Pan-Human Alliance hated robots so much because they had loved them too deeply back then.
Xia Fei was unconscious, allowing Qin Fang to open its skull. This was an extremely dangerous situation for a warrior, and a true warrior would not lose control of their surroundings at any time, leaving their lives in the hands of others.
Xia Fei, of course, was well aware of this. He had placed a mental thread that was completely undetectable by the naked eye around him as a remnant of his consciousness. If there was any danger, this mental thread could notify Xia Fei immediately and forcefully wake his brain from its anesthetic state.
To an ordinary person, such fine control over their mind was as difficult as ascending to the heavens, but to a high-rank ability warrior like Xia Fei, who had undergone professional training and had his seventh brain region fully opened, it was not difficult at all.
Besides, Phantoms was also wandering around. Though this Undying Soul was not very sensitive to changes in its environment, it was able to observe the energy and mental fluctuations in detail. The combination of these two senses complemented each other.
Xia Fei would do the same thing when he was sleeping, and he had never made any mistakes, but this time, he had underestimated the danger around him.
There was no shape, no smell, no energy fluctuations.
Vaguely, a form that Xia Fei did not understand was slowly approaching.
Xia Fei's cranium was opened, and his nervous system entered deep anesthesia. He was like a warrior without a weapon. It was not hard to imagine that if he were to be ambushed at this moment, he would only be able to passively take a beating.
Without a sound, an exquisite butterfly knife opened up and nimbly drew a few flowers in the air. The knife wasn't big, but it gave off a soul-stirring, somber aura.
Phantom, Xia Fei, Qin Fang; none of them sensed the Grim Reaper's approach, for none of them could have imagined that he would infiltrate in such an inconceivable manner.
His body had long since turned into tiny molecules and mixed with the air. Even the knife in his hand was just a tiny speck of dust.
He looked very fragile, as if a gust of wind would blow him thousands of miles away.
However, he was also very dangerous. Even if he turned into a speck of dust, he still couldn't hide his unique coldness.
Danger that no one could detect was the greatest danger. Xia Fei could not remember who had said that, but he was currently surrounded by this danger, and it was getting closer and closer!
Dust was a special ability that could turn one's body into a speck of dust.
Back on Earth, Xia Fei had once read an article about when the Muzhuo Temple was being repaired in Tibet. People found a corpse inside the wall, and this corpse belonged to a great lama who practiced Tibetan Buddhism. What was strange was that his corpse was in a scattered state, and every cell of his body had fused with the wall. It was impossible to tell which part was the rock and which part was the lama.
The scientists only had one guess. The Lama had mastered the secret technique of turning his body into microscopic particles. At that time, he turned his body into dust and was about to pass through the thick stone wall. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, he suddenly lost control of his body, and his whole body was left in the stone forever.
Xia Fei was still young back then, so he did not believe that such an inconceivable event could be real. Who would have thought that after so many years, Xia Fei would actually encounter an assassin with the Dust ability?! Moreover, Xia Fei was in the middle of an operation, so he had completely lost the ability to resist!
The butterfly knife continued to dance in Xia Fei's hand, and the assassin moved like the wind, completely untraceable.
With just a thought, the knife in Xia Fei's hand would turn into a solid object, stabbing deep into Xia Fei's vitals. This was also the terrifying part of the Dust ability. It seemed to be invisible, allowing him to disintegrate anything around him at any time, and he could also restore it to its original form at any time.
The assassin inadvertently glanced over from the corner of his eye, and he noticed something strange in Xia Fei's head. There was an inconspicuous mark on his cerebellum, and if one used a magnifying glass to take a closer look, they would discover that it was a star, a black star, with two rings of stars revolving around it.
"Huh?!" The assassin exclaimed. Of course, no one could hear him.
Helplessly shaking his head, the assassin's lips curled into a smile.
"Unexpected. Truly unexpected," the assassin muttered to himself.
With that said, the assassin left the room like a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind. Xia Fei, who was on the operating table, had not even realized that he had just taken a stroll outside the Rasengmen Gate.
…
In the blink of an eye, the assassin turned into a gust of wind and flew out of the wall, drifting into the distance like sand in the desert.
In a dark and narrow alley, a few lazy stray cats were lying in a trash can, searching for food. Unfortunately, even humans in this slum district had a hard time filling their stomachs, and the amount of food that was thrown away could be counted on one hand. Thus, these cats were mostly skinny and had dull fur.
The assassin used his eyes to observe his surroundings, and seeing that there was no one around, he revealed his true appearance.
Just like a scene out of a sci-fi movie, the air quickly solidified, piling up into a transparent person. Very soon, the colors began to brighten, and a young man in his twenties appeared in this alley without any warning.
Whistling, the young man toyed with that exquisite butterfly knife in his hand as he walked toward the intersection as if nothing had happened.
His footsteps were very light, not making a single sound, and he had a frivolous smile on his face.
It had to be said that this young man was very handsome. He was clearly a man, yet he had an appearance that most women would be jealous of. When he smiled, there were even two faint dimples on his cheeks. If he were to change into a girl's attire, he would surely be able to charm thousands of men.
At the intersection was a middle-aged man in a well-ironed suit. The pure wool suit he was wearing was quite expensive, but it was a little out of the ordinary for it to appear in such a shabby slum district. It should be mentioned that the people who lived here might not even be able to afford the sleeves of this suit even if they worked hard their entire lives.
He was wearing a dark-colored round hat, the brim of which was pulled very low, covering half of his face. His body was leaning lazily against the corner of the wall. There were very few places in the slum district that were clean, yet this man did not seem to care if his expensive suit was dirtied or not. It was as if he only cared about how comfortable he was standing, and nothing else mattered to him.
The handsome young man brushed past the middle-aged man in the expensive suit, neither of them looking at the other, just like all the other passersby on the street.
* Whoosh! *
Suddenly, the butterfly knife in the young man's hand moved!
Like a bolt of lightning, the blade brushed past the middle-aged man's face and sank into the wall. The sound was very soft, as if he was cutting through tofu. It could be seen that the knife, which was as delicate as the young man, was not a toy, but a sharp weapon that could kill without spilling blood!
"You followed me?" the young man said with a chuckle as he slowly retracted the knife.
"I don't need to follow you, because stray cats love slums the most," the middle-aged man said with his head lowered. Even when the blade was less than a millimeter away from his face, he did not panic at all. Now, he was even more frighteningly calm.
"You didn't succeed?" the middle-aged man asked.
The young man chuckled and asked curiously, "How did you know?"
"Because your knife doesn't have the smell of blood."
The young man curled his lips and raised his arm slightly. The butterfly knife quickly slipped into his sleeve and disappeared like magic.
With both hands in his jacket pockets, the young man leaned against the wall like the middle-aged man. However, the middle-aged man had his head lowered, while the young man was looking at the scorching sun above his head.
"I never leave blood behind when I kill," the young man said lightly.
The middle-aged man said calmly, "Believe me, as long as it's a knife that kills, it will leave its own smell of blood."
The young man was delighted. "It's been so many years, but you're still as stubborn as before."
The middle-aged man shook his head. "I'm the same as before, but the stray cat has become Clean Knife."
The young man said proudly, "Clean Knife is a good name, isn't it? I named it myself."
The middle-aged man sighed. "I still prefer the stray cat."
"What's the difference? The stray cat uses the butterfly double-edged knife, and so does Clean Knife. "
"The stray cat only wants its life and not money, but Clean Knife only wants money and not its life."
The young man was silent for a while, and then he revealed a bright smile. "I get tired of killing too many people, and I'm more interested in money now. Besides, didn't you also go to someone's side to be a watchdog? So, both you and I have changed. The little dog has become a watchdog, and the stray cat has become a lucky cat. Neither of us is better than the other. "
"The Li family. I went to the Immutable Gold Li family," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice. "You'd best remember that name."
The young man smiled disapprovingly. "I like Immutable Gold, but I don't like the Li family.
"Whether you like it or not, they're still your employer this time. Since you've taken their money, you have to do their bidding."
"I know." The young man flippantly whistled at a middle-aged woman passing by on the street, scaring her into running away.
"Why did you let Xia Fei go if you knew?" The middle-aged man said helplessly. He raised his head to look at the young man beside him, the mustache at the corner of his mouth slightly flying.
* * *: Two things. First, the depressing days are finally over. Jiu 'er doesn't want to talk about the reason and process. From today onwards, Jiu' er will resume two chapters a day, and the storyline will also speed up. More scenes that have been planned for a long time will unfold one after another.
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