Nanfeng was no longer in the mood to mourn the ten-million-dollar eyeball. He watched as Curly Hair scampered around, licking here and there like he usually did. The sky was dark, and Curly Hair would disappear without a trace. After a while, he would pop out from another place covered in dust and leaves.
In the past, he would have gone over and carried Curly Hair back.
But now, he didn't dare go over. He didn't even dare shout. He could only ask Yan Biao.
"What is Curly Hair doing?" Nanfeng asked.
Yan Biao glanced over at Curly Hair. "Didn't Boss say to clean up the battlefield? Curly Hair is sniffing around to see if there are any bombs … "
"Bombs?!!" Nanfeng jumped up in shock. "Isn't the security system able to detect them?!"
"Just in case. If the other party tampered with them, they might not be able to detect everything. Besides flammable and explosive items, there are also other dangerous chemicals, radioactive substances, and so on. Curly Hair also served in the spaceport inspection team before and received a military medal. He is very sensitive to the smell of dangerous substances. "
"No … That's not how you put it! Is it reliable for him to search by himself? Also, what do we do if he discovers dangerous items? I don't even see an explosion-proof barrel! Don't just stand there. Get moving! Do you have any detectors or the like? I can help too. "
Nanfeng was about to rush into the house to look for equipment when he heard Yan Biao say, "Boss said …"
Nanfeng stopped in his tracks and turned his head stiffly. "What did Boss say?"
"Boss said to leave it to Curly Hair to handle."
Yan Biao shifted his gaze to Curly Hair's actions. His expression turned serious as he pointed over. "He found something!"
Nanfeng also looked over.
He saw Curly Hair pick up a badly deformed mecha and toss it to the side. His mouth suddenly widened to an exaggerated size and swallowed the object under the mecha.
Following that, the sound of intestines squirming could be heard. Then, Curly Hair burped and farted loudly.
The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air.
Nanfeng: "…"
Yan Biao said calmly, "Oh, it's a bomb."
Nanfeng: "…"
He sat down stiffly, his face pale and his eyes blank.
This scene seems a little familiar?
As expected of our family dog worth close to 300 million! Even basking in the sun gives off a metallic luster!]
[This is the first time I've seen dog fart with my own eyes. As expected of a dog worth close to 300 million yuan. Whether it's a burp or a fart, the breath is so long. If I take a closer look, there's even the smell of gunpowder.]
Nanfeng was in a daze. How did I find the courage to stop that dog?
Yan Biao patted Nanfeng's shoulder. "Therefore, just leave this to Curly Hair. It's safe and efficient. We just need to deal with some miscellaneous items, or find someone who's still breathing and shoot them. "
Nanfeng: "…"
— —
While Nanfeng was struggling to reorganize his worldview, Fang Zhao was walking through the forest on the small island, dealing with the hidden intruders.
In the war between the Inter-planetary Fund and Tomorrow's Empire, the main battlefield wasn't here. Instead, it was on an unnoticed planet.
The target of the people who attacked the island today was Little Bear.
Something must have gone wrong for these people from Tomorrow's Empire to be able to find this place. Perhaps there were spies within the Inter-planetary Fund, or perhaps the other party had used some means to locate Little Bear.
Fortunately, regardless of the situation, the Inter-planetary Fund was prepared and had intercepted most of the attacks outside the island. Otherwise, even if he and Curly Hair were on the island, they wouldn't have been able to protect Little Bear.
Ever since Little Bear had arrived, he had continued to use the excuse that he was in seclusion to compose and rejected all visitors. He had also shifted the matter of salvaging cultural relics to a place outside the island for Nanfeng to handle. This also reduced the number of times Nanfeng visited.
Today, Nanfeng had bumped into one.
Fang Zhao raised his gun and finished off the people hiding behind the bushes before continuing his search. Fang Zhao didn't need to look. He could accurately locate every hidden enemy just by hearing. Their breathing, heartbeats, and even the tiniest sounds couldn't escape his ears.
The darkness of the night didn't affect him at all. Although explosions could still be heard in the distance, it was already quiet enough for Fang Zhao. During the Period of Destruction, chaos was the norm.
Somewhere.
One of them used the rocks and plants as cover to hide himself. Not only was he concealing his presence, but he was also concealing his scent.
He was one of the ringleaders in today's mission to attack the island. In their plan, they would spare no expense to break through the Inter-planetary Fund's encirclement and capture Little Bear. They would definitely be able to do it within half an hour.
But the reality was that half an hour had passed, and they hadn't even gotten close to that building. They had already lost contact with most of the people attacking the island. There were so many mechas in the front yard, but none of them could be contacted!
He suspected that the information he had received was wrong and that this was a trap set up by the Inter-planetary Fund!
He wasn't sure about the situation in the front yard, but in the back yard …
The person who had brought them the shadow of death was too strange.
There was no hesitation or warning. It was hard to tell who he was aiming at next. One shot after another, logically speaking, there was no time to aim. He didn't even have time to catch his breath. At first glance, it looked like he was shooting randomly.
But the reality was that every shot had a person collapsing. It was the kind that killed in one shot.
If he hadn't retreated quickly, he probably wouldn't have been able to survive.
However, based on the blurry image that had been transmitted, was that Fang Zhao?
In the past, he had felt that Fang Zhao had been overpraised. Music aside, no matter how good he was at gaming or how godly his operation was, it was just a game. Even if he had a military background, there was no need to take it to heart. But the experience just now had refreshed his understanding.
Also, didn't the outside world say that Fang Zhao was a good-natured person who treated others with tolerance and had a benevolent spirit?!
Benevolent my ass!
The world lied to me!!
You could say that he was a professional assassin or an experienced mercenary!
Was this a f * cking artistic youth??
What kind of artistic youth could kill a bunch of people in one shot???
No, there was another possibility …
That person just now wasn't Fang Zhao at all!
He recalled everything that had happened just now. It was as if every scene had been slowed down and zoomed in. Some fine details gradually became clearer.
There was clearly only one person, but he had suppressed them from start to finish.
He couldn't sense any intent or killing intent. Looking at the way he had kicked the mecha, it was very likely that he had some kinetic exoskeleton technology that the Inter-planetary Fund hadn't made public yet. Or perhaps it was some sort of biological modification technology?
He had reason to suspect that the person just now wasn't Fang Zhao but a killing machine groomed by the Inter-planetary Fund!
Was it Fang Zhao or not?
His eyebrows were almost knitted together. Then, his expression suddenly froze.
A pair of feet stopped not far from him.
He could feel a gaze that was as sharp as a knife landing on his body. Cold air rose from his feet as cold sweat dripped down his back.
He raised his head and looked at the person standing not far away.
The silhouette of the person in the night was blurry, but following the explosion in the distance, he clearly saw the other party's appearance and met that pair of ice-cold eyes.
It was a face that he often saw on screen, but at this moment, it felt unfamiliar.
He carefully observed every part of Fang Zhao's body for any abnormalities, especially his face.
This face was indeed Fang Zhao's face. This face appeared in advertisements and publicity on various continents every day. He was too famous, so it wasn't impossible to not remember him.
Even when the lively Fang Zhao on the screen wasn't smiling, his eyes carried a kind of peace and tolerance. The celebrity Fang Zhao that was known to the masses shouldn't be like this.
But at this moment, he wished that the person before him was Fang Zhao, that genius composer of the music world. That way, he would still have a sliver of a chance at survival. After all, musicians always had their emotions run ahead of their rationality, so it was easier for them to be affected.
As he thought this, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Don't shoot!" He tossed the gun in his hand to the side and raised both hands.
"You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? "he bellowed.
Fang Zhao looked at him.
He gritted his teeth. "I am a descendant of the Period of Destruction's Fang Zhao!"
Bang!
What he got in response was a bullet.
The hand that had been about to reach the dagger in his sleeve drooped down powerlessly.
Even in death, he still couldn't understand what the Inter-planetary Fund had promised Fang Zhao. Why didn't Fang Zhao have the slightest bit of hesitation when firing his gun?!
Didn't they all say that musicians were emotional?! Fang Zhao had also acted as the "Fang Zhao" in "Founding Era." Hearing the "Period of Destruction Fang Zhao" should have some fluctuations, right?
If he was still alive, he would surely have roared at Fang Zhao: You aren't Fang Zhao!
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