Zhan Wu was driving the best single-person combat boat of the Poseidon family and heading towards the No. 119 transfer station.

With sufficient energy supply, of course you don’t have to worry about speed.

Just as the task of assassinating Tang Ling fell on him this time, Elder Bibilikli gave him a lot of things regardless of the cost.

Including resources, equipment, and even some one-time, massively lethal super-tech items.

There is no reason to fail.

Zhan Wu stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and the light of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He never dreamed that he could earn such an opportunity for himself by just a trip with Elder Bibilikri.

Although there are coincidences, luck still belongs to you.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wu's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he seemed to be able to see the back in the darkness.

Although thin, it has perfect muscle lines on the back, with long silver-white hair and blood dripping at the ends.

Looking back, that face was so delicate, but that face was not his own, like a combination of Tang Ling and Tang Long, but had amber-colored eyes like himself.

Zhan Yi! Zhan Wu couldn't help but shivered when he thought of him.

No matter how powerful the Gemini Tang Ling and Tang Long are, in Zhan Wu's heart, there is only one young god of this generation - Zhan Yi!

He has the strength far beyond his peers' youth. He can fight against the third-level Purple Moon Warrior with the identity of a Purple Moon Warrior who is not even a Purple Moon Warrior.

He is perfect, he cannot find any weaknesses or flaws in his personality, and has a very high IQ.

As for talent, Zhan Wu never knew how terrible the talent of Zhan Yi was?

The Sixteenth Master Xingchen is nothing. They are just puppets placed on the surface of the Star Council, including Tang Long.

The real core of the Star Council is their generation of "war".

Zhan Yi is one of the best, the real king.

It is logical that killing Tang Ling is a good thing, but it just falls on one's own head.

Neither early nor late, just right.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, Zhan Yi will appear in this resource grabbing battle, and it will not be my turn at that time.

Since it was his turn to his head, Zhan Wu had recovered from his awakening at this time. He stretched out his right hand and suddenly a very weird-looking tentacle appeared in the palm of his right hand...

"Then, I will become the real Zhan Yi!" A sneer appeared on Zhan Wu's face.

Even though Tang Ling now thinks he cannot compare with Zhan Yi, he is omnipotent. The great Father God said that whoever obtains Tang Ling's genes will be the real core and will grow into a king with an unlimited future.

How could God the Father be wrong?

Zhan Wu's eyes became firmer, and God the Father was his unshakable and greatest faith.

Why did Presbyterian Bibilikri send him to assassinate Tang Ling alone this time? The biggest reason is that they want to steal Tang Ling's genes.

So when they were killing Tang Linghou, they had to get in touch with Tang Ling's body as soon as possible and they had to spend some time stealing genes.

Finally, he used some methods to hand over a fake Tang Ling's body to the Dogo and his wife.

You should know that Father God attaches great importance to Tang Ling, and even surpasses some of his strategic deployments.

Although I don’t know why God of Father values ​​Tang Ling so much, nor do I know why God of Father does not send thunder power to kill Tang Ling since he values ​​it so much? But Zhan Wu knew that whoever can complete God of Father’s plan for Tang Ling will soar into the sky in the Star Council.

The advantage is not just that the first person to steal Tang Ling's genes, but that he can get the most complete gene fragments.

Thinking of this, how can Zhan Wu not be excited?

Even though the speed of the single-player combat boat had reached its extreme at this time, Zhan Wu still thought it was not fast enough.

At this speed, it is probably more than an hour before reaching the No. 119 transit station. During this period, some preparations are still needed to be done in order to be safe.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wu looked at his watch that looked extremely sophisticated and began to debug such a watch.

Just a few seconds later, a clear projection appeared above the watch, and the projected image happened to be the No. 119 transit station 24 hours ago...

**

‘Puff’, Tang Ling pulled out the last steel nail from Manto’s body. Manto screamed in pain, still not daring to move because a fatal dagger was still inserted into his back.

Tang Ling looked at Manto with a funny look. The so-called bold evildoer was nothing more than that.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling pulled out the dagger from Manto's back.

"I will die." When Tang Ling pulled out his dagger, Manto fell down and curled up on the ground, with a weak face.

Tang Ling casually pulled a rag from the room, wiped the dagger cleanly, and said, "You won't die, why don't you check yourself?"

This is not difficult for the first-level Purple Moon Warrior. Manto has already developed a fear and belief in Tang Ling. He really checked himself.

Then he was surprised to find that although there were many wounds in his body, none of them were fatal.

That includes Tang Ling's previous insertion of more than a dozen steel nails on him and inserting a dagger into his back. This did not cause fatal damage to him?

But the insertion of the dozen steel nails clearly made his body unable to raise any strength? He also inserted his back and forth casually, even for the Ziyue Warrior, it would be a fatal injury. But how could the dagger avoid the internal organs like his eyes?

These are not magical to Tang Ling at all, because they are all the effects of precision instinct.

Under his spiritual visualization, he was able to see through human weaknesses. To put it bluntly, the flow of power is the route of flow, although not all, it is not detailed enough.

But this was completely enough for Tang Ling to deal with a Manto. The positions where he inserted the steel nails were all key points of power flow. More than a dozen key points were nailed, and Manto naturally could not raise his strength.

As for the last dagger, it was just to prevent Manto from causing trouble on the road and to threaten Manto.

In the eyes of others, Manto, the third person at the No. 119 transit station, made a new friend. They walked out with arms around, while their two men were carrying a man wrapped in a sack.

Then they talked and laughed, got on a human tool similar to a "sedan", left the peripheral area, and returned to the inner cabin area.

That's how it is.

Undoubtedly, the fact that the absence of injury made Manto convinced Tang Ling's mystery much more. He was almost unable to resist Tang Ling.

But Tang Ling didn't care about Manto at this time. His inner uneasiness was getting more and more boiling, and the sense of crisis became obvious.

What must he hurry up and do?

"Tell me, all the arrangements of the 119 transit station, I think you can't take any precautions in your own nest for many years, right?" Tang Ling said in a sensible manner.

The only thing he can use to the extreme now is the No. 119 transit station itself.

**

Wuzi looked at the boat in front of her and left, looking at her excited mother and sister standing on the side of the boat, and looking at Wuzi's reluctant eyes and her hands that kept waving, Wuzi felt that her heart was empty all of a sudden.

He was a little panicked and even more confused. The person he had always guarded left himself, as if he would be unable to find his direction in the next second.

But in the salty and fishy sea breeze at the dock, Wuzi still clenched his fists. He did not regret his decision now. He wanted to change his life, and hope was on Mr. Tony.

Thinking of this, Wuzi's heart beat fast. He took a deep breath and watched the boats at the port gradually fade away. He decided to go back now and return to the Mamba Tavern.

If you can help Mr. Tony, that would be the best.

If you can't help, just follow him. It shouldn't be a wrong decision.

Thinking of this, Wuzi was about to turn around and leave.

And at this time, a new, very unique, handsome single-player combat boat happened to drive to the dock.

On weekdays, even if the five sons cannot win, they will definitely rush forward to see if they can meet their fortunes. But now that he has a goal, he doesn't want to do such things anymore.

It was very lively behind me, and there was another fatal fight without thinking.

But Wu Zi did not look back. When he thought of meeting Mr. Tony again, he felt excited. He had a premonition that his life would change greatly today.

With such beautiful hope, Wuzi walked towards the periphery of the dock with one hand, but at this time, he put one hand on Wuzi's shoulder.

Wuzi was instinctively shocked and turned around and saw a man wearing a cloak and a hoodie.

This person is definitely not from the 119 transfer station. What kind of customer should he be? What luck is this? He was selected one after another by the customer today?

"Sorry, sir, I didn't..." But Wuzi politely refused. He had just sent away his mother and sister, and he had decided not to do such a business.

However, before Wuzi finished saying anything he refused, the man in a cloak grabbed his neck: "Take me to find the person before."

The hand that grabbed his neck was very hard, and Wuzi suddenly turned red. He couldn't nod, but he didn't dare to shake his head. There were people watching the fun, and no one wanted to help him. This is the reality of the 119 transfer station.

"I don't have the patience. I just save some time when I look for you. I'll ask you again. If you don't agree, I will kill you directly." The cloaked man used his fingers again. He didn't mean to be joking.

Wuzi was almost suffocated, and he didn't understand why he was in such a big trouble.

But he is just a little man, what else can he do? So he can only nod desperately.

The cape man let go of his hand, and Wuzi began to bend down and cough desperately.
Chapter completed!