It was 11: 03 in the evening.
As it was almost midnight, Feng Bujue didn't have much time to waste on the road. So, he asked Hill to drive straight to the castle and wait for the troops to intercept them.
Unexpectedly, when they were less than two kilometers away from the castle, they ran into dozens of soldiers and police officers who were running for their lives.
These people looked terrified and stumbled. Some of them were injured, and some of them were covered in blood and internal organs.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue quickly deduced what had happened. He sneered and said, "Hmph … Looks like … the Earl has solved the problem of the encirclement for us." Then, he turned to Hill and said, "Step on the gas pedal and rush over before they react."
"Understood," Hill replied and immediately did as he was told.
At this time, the group of policemen and soldiers who had escaped from the castle were all in a daze. Their legs were weak, and some of them were retching. Their means of transportation had been destroyed, and many of them had even lost their weapons. When they saw a car coming towards them, only a few of them reacted and waved at Brother Jue to stop. However, under Brother Jue's instructions, Hill ignored all of these attempts to stop them. He stepped on the gas pedal and quickly left the crowd behind.
"Excellent." Feng Bujue continued, "Mr. Hill, you did well. Your mission is basically complete."
At this point, Brother Jue reached his hand into his inventory and took out his Compound Anti-Gravity Gun Launcher.
"Don't! Don't kill me! "At the same time, Hill saw Brother Jue's hand movement from the corner of his eye. He was so scared that he started begging for mercy.
"Why are you so scared?" Feng Bujue said calmly, "Why do you think I'm going to kill you?"
"Don't play dumb!" Hill replied excitedly. "I've seen this kind of plot many times in movies. When they say 'your mission is complete,' the subtext is' you're useless now! ' You're just like those murderers in the movies, pulling out your weapon as you speak! "
"Hehehe …" Feng Bujue laughed. "What do you think I am? A madman who kills people like flies? "
After this question was asked, Hill did not dare to answer. Anyway, in his heart … he had already given a definite answer.
"Indeed, for the past ten hours or so, I have been threatening you with your life." Brother Jue waited for a few seconds before continuing, "But whether or not to silence them after the deed is done … That requires a motive." He shrugged and continued, "Most of the time, it's to eliminate witnesses or to deny payment … But I have no intention of doing that at all. On the contrary, I'm happy to fulfill my initial promise … to let you live. "
"You …" Hill hesitated for two seconds and mustered up the courage to ask, "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell others what happened today?"
"So what if you tell others?" Feng Bujue said, "Do you think it will affect me in any way?" He tilted his head and cast a meaningful look at Hill. "Besides … how can you be sure … that your act of 'telling others what happened today' … is not part of my plan?"
His words were actually a little mystifying, but when used on Hill, it was very effective.
"Okay …" Hill did not continue to discuss this issue with Brother Jue. For him, he should thank God for being able to survive today. "Then … how are you going to deal with the chip on my back?"
"You don't have to deal with it." Feng Bujue replied, "That thing exists in the human body for a limited time. After a few days, it will dissolve and be metabolized by you. At most, it will cause diarrhea or constipation."
"What? So I can just ignore it? "Hill was shocked.
"Haha … what do you think?" Feng Bujue said, "Although this chip is a product of the combination of magic and super technology, it is only a temporary device that took ten minutes to make. Even its power comes from the bioelectricity generated by your own movement and the energy brought about by your emotional fluctuations. Otherwise, how do you think something the size of a fingernail can maintain its operation?"
"That is to say …" Hill said, "In fact, when I'm away from you, I only need to find a place to sit down and stay calm … The chip will soon automatically fail."
"Yes, Mr. Hill, that's what happened," Feng Bujue replied.
"Ha … Hahaha …" Hill laughed. It had been a long time since he laughed. "If I had known this … I would have run away in the afternoon."
"In fact, if you had taken Van Helsing's diary back a few hours ago and handed it to me obediently, your mission today could have ended early." Feng Bujue continued, "However, you still chose to deal with me as I expected … Haha … So, people like you who are neither smart nor stupid are really a headache."
At this point, the car had arrived at the suspension bridge at the main entrance of the castle.
Hill slowly stopped the car, and Feng Bujue also unfastened his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.
"Hey, you forgot something." When Hill turned his head, he found that Feng Bujue had left the catapult on the seat.
"I'll give that to you." Brother Bujue stepped out of the car and replied, "You'd better keep it safe because you'll need it soon."
"Uh …" Hill still wanted to ask why, but Feng Bujue had already walked forward and crossed the moat without looking back.
In fact, Brother Jue's words did come true in the near future … Three days after the incident, Hill was found and arrested by the military. At that time, the chip in his body had disappeared, and his testimony was not very credible. So, this catapult, which was far more advanced than the level of technology on this planet, became the only evidence that Hill was "coerced" into committing the crime.
It was not until then that Hill realized … the reason why Mr. F had left this item in the car.
As Brother Jue had repeatedly emphasized and promised, as long as Hill listened to instructions obediently, he could "live" after the mission was completed.
Feng Bujue did what he said, even if the price was a piece of equipment without any return …
Brother Jue was such a contradictory person. Sometimes, he would be so meticulous in his calculations that he would not give anything away. Sometimes, he would be so stingy that he would be willing to act shamelessly. But at other times, he would be so stubborn that he would do something that would not be worth it because of a word or a thought. He would not care about the price that he had to pay.
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