Chapter 205 They Are Scared
The early morning in Suqin City is busy, and no matter what the situation in Qingyun is, it seems that it cannot affect the prosperity of the capital.
The middle-aged man in formal clothes got out of the car and frowned before entering the office.
Because he saw a young man standing at the door.
Seeing the man approaching, the young man immediately walked up with small steps. He didn't suddenly stop until the distance between the two parties was close to five meters.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately realized that something was wrong. His originally relaxed attitude immediately tightened and he quickly walked into the office building.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
The soundproof structure was unfolded. Although he was still in the corridor, the middle-aged man still asked. When the young man heard the words, he immediately said:
"Webmaster, the news came back from the black market this morning..."
"Oh? Found someone? Mercenaries? Or people from Hongying?" The stationmaster raised his brows slightly, but the young man shook his head and said:
"No, all the mercenaries who entered the mountain before have withdrawn..."
"Say...ahem, what did you say?" The stationmaster, who was so excited that he almost spoke in dialect, pinched the bridge of his nose, but then reached out to stop the young man from continuing to answer. It wasn't until the two of them entered his office that he took a deep breath. , calmed down and said:
"Tell me more specifically, what exactly happened?"
"According to the information we received, those mercenaries met that person after logging into Dreamland at night."
"And then you lose? The mercenaries are just unreliable. It looks like they need to add some bounty..." The stationmaster thought to himself, but did not interrupt the young man again. However, the young man's next speech almost made him almost Not tight——
"All the mercenaries who met him died in the dreamland, and more than two-thirds of them had their confidence shattered. The structure technique completely collapsed and they were unable to continue the mission..."
"Crush, are you sure?" The webmaster pinched his eyebrows, doubts unavoidable in his tone.
Those who can be mercenaries are basically masters who lick blood with their swords. Their strength of will is not comparable to that of ordinary architects, not to mention that they dare to accept the commission from that person, so they should not be weak.
"I have verified it. It is indeed crushed. They even include the main battle members of the front-line mercenary group. Even Mercury has decided to give up the mission."
The young man took out a USB flash drive and handed it to the webmaster. The webmaster did not open it immediately, but confirmed:
"Mercury? Which mercury?"
"It's the swordsman Mercury, the assassin who only accepts commissions to target the strong, the one who successfully assassinated the visionary."
When the young man said this, the stationmaster's brows were already twisted into knots. He adjusted his sitting posture, was silent for a moment, and then said again:
"Has anyone at Hongying responded?"
"Although this matter cannot be hidden, they will not enter the dreamland when performing tasks, so they may not know yet." The young man was careful not to say anything. The stationmaster nodded and said:
"The news is passed to Hongying through the 'next door' channel, and then a copy is given to the 'opposite door'. Don't pass it to the top, upload it directly from the bottom to let those naive brats see how hypocritical their leaders are. By the way, Orchard, Judah, Yazhong, Lou’s...haven’t those companies taken orders yet?”
"Judas has clearly expressed his refusal. Yae has accepted Hongying's commission. The orchard requires us to release Joshua Johnson before they are willing to take over the commission. As for the Lou family, although they said they can accept it, the station manager, Lou Are you really trustworthy? They and that person are..." The young man said this, but was interrupted by the stationmaster raising his hand -
"I know, but the person is dead, isn't he? If he really married into the Lou family, there would naturally be nothing to say, but now, business is just business, and these ancient families are always trustworthy in their foundation."
"Okay, I understand."
As the young man spoke, he planned to deal with the follow-up issues, but was stopped by the webmaster:
"By the way, didn't you find a nail before? Let's give him some information..."
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"It's strange, my brain seems to suddenly have an idea..." Feng Xue, who was trying to connect Lao Ma's light and breathing, suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was clear and bright, and the barrier that had been difficult to cross before seemed to disappear at this moment.
However, he is no stranger to this feeling of enlightenment. In the meat pigeon [Feng Xue and Longchang Enlightenment], he could always feel this kind of strengthening when he fought against the Hongying Army.
"But it's been a few hours. Are these people's reflex arcs a little slower? Or has the news spread? But can areas with thin G·I particles like the Xiongling Mountains also receive enhancements?"
Feng Xue didn't quite understand the current situation, but that didn't stop him from seizing this opportunity.
Although he hadn't slept all night, his energy at this time was unexpectedly good. The exercise of the Frame Technique was not boring. In other words, if he continued to practice when he felt bored, the power of the Frame Technique would actually be reduced.
"I seem to be able to feel the trick. Try it again, phew..."
Taking a long breath, Feng Xue tried to chase the feeling of fluctuation. Through his previous epiphany, he had realized that trying to simulate the fluctuation of light with breathing was nonsense. If he really wanted to develop this feeling, It should be the other way around, using light to match your breathing!
"It's the so-called feeling of swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon."
As Feng Xue thought this, the watch on her left wrist suddenly made a rapid sound.
Realizing that the time had come, Feng Xue quickly pressed the function in his mind, and then placed his finger on the first button on the right.
At this moment, his temperament suddenly changed. If he looked like a middle-aged office worker before, now, his eyes without any highlights looked more like a numb killer.
This was acting, in order to give himself a better hint. When this hint was close to the peak, he suddenly held his breath, and a voice sounded in the slight vibration of the air——
Inherent time control 10 times faster!
As the voice fell, Feng Xue pressed the button synchronously, and everything around him slowed down at this moment. At the moment of holding his breath, Feng Xue only felt his heartbeat was beating fast.
Standard time is one second, and the somatic time is ten seconds.
In this short period of time, he used the voice of Emiya Kiritsugu as a bridge to connect the somatic time acceleration of the watch with his own behavior of holding his breath, and then produced a feeling that when I hold my breath, time will really slow down.
If the first time at the beginning was a bit self-deceptive, then now, Feng Xue can enter that state very freely.
After counting for ten seconds, Feng Xue took a deep breath without any time difference, and set the alarm for the next hour on his tactical watch at the fastest speed.
"Next, it's time to train swordsmanship, cancel backswing, and substitutes."
Feng Xue thought, and the substitute Splice appeared in front of him. Although it was a little blurry due to the thin G·I particles, it was barely enough for sparring.
Feng Xue separated his thoughts and issued an order. Although the long sword had not been unsheathed, Splice still swung a punch.
But at this moment, Splice's action stopped abruptly, and Feng Xue turned his head calmly and looked in the direction of the deep forest.
"Pa Pa..."
A crisp applause came from the forest, and a guy who was probably a man with only his eyes exposed walked out of the forest, clapping his hands and saying in a colonel-accented Qingyun language:
"I didn't expect Mr. Feng to have the taste for morning exercises while on the run. I admire you..."