My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 567 Adapted from a true story

Chapter 567 Adapted from a true story
Two minutes later...

"that……"

"Shut up!"

"Hi!"

This sentence silenced Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who was swallowing his saliva and cautiously wanting to ask something. He stood in front of several corpses with a bloody sword in hand, closing his eyes and feeling the strange mental state as if the whole world had slowed down slowly fading away.

After a long time, Ning Shisan slowly opened his eyes, with residual obsession and loss still in his eyes.

That feeling was like Superman suddenly losing his power and becoming an ordinary person again. The extreme gap made the determined Ning Shisan almost unable to resist giving himself another injection.

This thing... seems to be addictive if you use it too much...

Looking at the killers lying on the ground at his feet and then looking at his own hands, Ning Shisan was shocked.

This actually...did he really do it alone?

Although the enemy this time did not have hot weapons, when Ning Shisan thought of the "god-like state" that seemed to have been turned on just now, he doubted whether his nerve reaction speed just now was fast enough to even dodge bullets?
Even if the bullet leaves the barrel, you still can't see it clearly, and even if you can see it clearly, your body can't keep up with the speed.

However, it is not difficult to predict the opponent's movements and approximate trajectory and dodge in advance by relying on rich battlefield experience.

If this thing is deployed in batches on the battlefield...

Ning Shisan shuddered at the thought of that brutal scene.

The effect of this thing seems to be very similar to the NZT-48 in the movie "Limitless".

It really is an unscientific organization. They can actually create something like the black technology in my imagination. This world has really become something I don’t recognize…

I looked at the watch. Although my sense of time was a little confused under the effect of the drug, the entire effect of the drug lasted only about five minutes from beginning to end.

Physical condition...except for a little dizziness and shortness of breath, there are no other adverse reactions...

He secretly wrote these down. He didn't forget that at the end of this mission, he was required to write a "medicine experience report" of at least 3,000 words...

Ugh!
He turned his head and looked at Iwasaki Hideyoshi, who had a strange little star in his eyes.

Strictly speaking, drug testing is just a side job. This is the real mission goal tonight...

"Come with me!" He uttered a few words coldly, speaking authentic Japanese.

As a former top international mercenary, being proficient in multiple languages is a basic skill.

However, his grandfather had participated in the War of Resistance against Japan, and Ning Shisan had never had a good impression of the Japanese.

Hearing this authentic Japanese language, Iwasaki Hideyoshi's eyes lit up.

Could this be a fellow villager? His vigilance was slightly reduced.

That's right, if someone wanted to harm him, they wouldn't save him from the killer. The difference in fighting power between the two is just a matter of one sword.

"Master Jianhao, where are you taking me?"

Master Swordsman? What the hell?

"Surely it's a safe place, or do you want to stay and wait for the police to come and take you back to take a statement?
I can't guarantee that they won't continue to send people to kill you."

"Them? Do you know who wants to kill me?"

"Don't you know who wants to kill you the most?"

Isn't it just the same as the fight between the rich and powerful for the family property?
Although Ning Shisan was quite unhappy that he was asked to rescue a Japanese man right after being cured, the organization's "mission intelligence" was still so flawless.

Time, people, place, cause of the incident, process...

When he read the intelligence report, he always had the illusion that he was reading a movie script. There was even a storyboard in it!
It's outrageous!
"You mean... Iwasaki Yuhei?"

Iwasaki Hideyoshi frowned. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he still couldn't understand why Iwasaki Yuhei suddenly became so crazy?
Could it be that his mission to find the Buddha head failed because he suspected that he had leaked the secret?

But even if he died, he would definitely be the first suspect, and he would never be able to get past his grandfather...

Wait! Grandpa!
"Could it be... that you were secretly sent by my grandfather to protect me?" His imagination ran wild.

Yes, that must be the case, otherwise how could a super master appear out of nowhere to protect himself?

Maybe grandpa has already seen through Iwasaki Yuhei's conspiracy?
"Your grandfather? Haha! I'm afraid he can't protect himself now..."

"what?"

Iwasaki Hideyoshi was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to have thought of something, and gradually his eyes widened in horror...

……

Fuso Kyoto.

"Grandpa, I brought back some authentic Da Hong Pao from China. How do you think it tastes?"

"Ok!"

Gently putting down the teacup in his hand, Iwasaki Hanzo hummed lightly, saying neither good nor bad.

Looking at his grandson who was so respectful in front of him, he felt no emotion in his heart. Instead, he felt a little disgusted with Iwasaki Yuhei's deliberate flattering behavior.

But after all, he is one of his most valued grandchildren...

"Okay, now that we've finished our tea, let's go back. I still have some things to take care of."

However, facing the unquestionable majestic voice of Iwasaki Hanzo, Iwasaki Yuhei did not stand up and leave respectfully as usual, but instead showed a weird smile.

"Haha! Grandpa, you are still so cold to me. From childhood to adulthood, you only look at me differently when Hideyoshi is attentive to you.

Don’t you think you’re too biased?”

Iwasaki Hanzo looked up in surprise, then frowned.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Why? You can do it, but you can't let your grandson tell you?"

“Bang!” “How dare you!”

Iwasaki Hanzo slammed the table and was about to scold this disrespectful grandson, but suddenly his face froze and he felt dizzy, and the next moment his vision went blurry.

"Ugh~" Iwasaki Hanzo covered his chest and collapsed weakly on the table. The teacup on the table was knocked to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

Looking at the fragments on the ground, Iwasaki Hanzo suddenly thought of something, and he looked at his grandson with an incredible expression.

"You...you actually..."

"That's right. I put poison in the tea. It's a neurotoxin. The poisoned person will become stiff and weak all over until he gradually loses consciousness. He is no different from a living dead person..."

At this time, Iwasaki Yuhei finally revealed a ferocious smile. He stood up leisurely, walked to his grandfather, and bent down to look at this old man who made him both afraid and terrified.

Only now did I realize that he was just an old man who was about to die.

"you you……"

Iwasaki Hanzo raised his head with difficulty and looked at the other party, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Iwasaki Yuhei had the courage to do such a cruel thing to him.

"Beast! Come... someone come! Someone come quickly!" Using his last bit of strength, he tried to call out to the guard at the door with a hoarse voice.

However, there was no response...

"Haha! Are you counting on them?" Iwasaki Yuhei laughed and opened the sliding wooden door of the room.

At this time, in the courtyard outside the door, seven or eight men in black suits, each holding a silenced pistol, looked murderous.

On the ground, there were already several bodies of Iwasaki family guards lying, and the scene was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Grandpa, I have been planning for this day for a long time, please don't waste your time.

Tomorrow, your grandson will announce the unfortunate news that you have suffered a stroke.

By then, I will legitimately become the only heir designated by you!"

Iwasaki Yuhei announced his plan with a proud look on his face, but when he turned around, he saw Iwasaki Hanzo's slightly mocking eyes.

"Yes, yes, you must be thinking that even if you are not here, there is still Second Uncle. He will not watch me inherit the Iwasaki family, right?

Unfortunately, I promised my second uncle that I would give him an additional 10% of the group’s shares and control, but guess what happened in the end?

He said he wanted 15%, hahahahahahahaha..."

Iwasaki Yuhei covered his forehead and laughed wildly.

Iwasaki Hanzo's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh! By the way, I haven't forgotten your precious grandson, my Hideyoshi Ododo..." Iwasaki Yuhei showed an evil smile.

"It's a pity that he has probably been chopped into a bloody mess now. Tsk tsk! Thinking of my lovely and delicate Ou Doudou, I feel really sad..."

Shedding a crocodile tear, Iwasaki Yuhei, who had clearly entered into a crazy criticism mode, vented his dissatisfaction with Iwasaki Hanzo and his hatred towards Iwasaki Hideyoshi.

Hearing this, despair was already in Iwasaki Hanzo's eyes.

However, just when Iwasaki Yuhei was showing off and thought he had complete control of the situation...

"Bang!" A very abrupt and crisp gunshot rang out. A man in black in the courtyard outside the door tilted his head, blood spurted out of his temple, and he fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" More gunshots followed, and Iwasaki Yuhei's men fell down one by one with screams.

"Quick! Rush in!" "Protect the master!"...

Hearing the shouts of a large number of people and horses coming from all around, Iwasaki Yuhei's smug smile froze on his face!

Before he could recover from his shock, several bodyguards in black suits rushed in from outside the door and pressed him to the ground.

"Father, father, I'm here to save you, what's wrong with you!"

A figure passed through the crowd and headed straight for the collapsed Iwasaki Hanzo.

Hearing this familiar voice, Iwasaki Yuhei's eyes widened, and his heart was filled with fear of failure and confusion.

Hideyoshi's father, his uncle...why did he suddenly appear here with these people?
……

"This is the terrifying absolute information gap..."

Thousands of miles away, Meng Lang crossed his legs and watched the development of the situation closely.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that just a piece of informant information could change the future trajectory of the top chaebol in Fuso and make it go in another completely unpredictable new direction...

This is not the first time that Meng Lang has used someone else's life script to manipulate the gears of fate.

It's like a horseshoe nail causing a general to fall from his horse, which in turn led to the defeat of the army and the destruction of a country.

Human history has come to this day through the interweaving of necessity and chance.

"Drip~"

A reminder came from the special communication software in the mobile phone. Meng Lang saw the words "Black Cat" displayed on the caller and chose to answer it.

"Hey!"

[The mission has been completed, and the target has been temporarily placed in a safe house. ]

"Well done. I watched the battle video. The swordplay is pretty good."

[Uh...that's because the medicine you gave me was effective. I didn't expect that you could even research something like this.

But... a few days ago it was anti-cancer drugs, and today it's superhuman drugs, you don't want to train me as a 'drug tester', do you? 】

"What? You don't want to?"

[Ahem! This... Can you give me a few more tubes of today's medicine? ]

"Oh! Aren't you afraid of side effects?"

[I came back from the battlefield. Compared with my life, what does a little side effect matter?
If this thing is used properly, it can save your life. 】

“Although your spirit is commendable, I’m sorry, this medicine is currently a limited edition, and you’ll have to queue up for the next batch.

Knowing that it is used to save your life, use it sparingly."

[Yes! Thank you for your care, I will go through fire and water...]

"Alright, alright, the organization doesn't like flattery, so if you have the free time, go and consolidate your Fuso language.

After a while, you might have to go on a mission to Fuso..."

[Going to Fuso... Is our target this time the Mitsubishi Group? ]

"Don't ask about the organization's affairs. You are also a cat, don't you know that curiosity kills the cat?
I still like your cautious look before."

[Hehe! I’ve died once, so I don’t care about many things anymore. Besides, don’t you know that cats have nine lives?

I just want to know why you can easily get the internal information of a top chaebol like the Iwasaki family.

Logically speaking, if Yuhei Iwasaki had the courage to rebel, he would not be so careless as to maintain the most important confidentiality work.

If you say it's a coincidence, it was the same thing last time at the welfare home. It seems that you can infiltrate the enemy every time, and the secrets you get are only accessible to the enemy's top brass.

This is really unbelievable, how did you do it? 】

"Oh! This is the most core secret of our organization. The exchange price is ten lives. What do you think? Do you still want to exchange it?"

【Uh……】

After sending away Ning Shisan, who had just recovered from a terminal illness but whose curiosity could not be cured, Meng Lang touched his chin.

Originally, his plan was to provide timely assistance and use the benefits to win over Iwasaki Hideyoshi, making him a thorn in Fuso and carrying out his "interventionist" plan.

But Iwasaki Hideyoshi is different from Gao Yuan.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts, and the Fuso people fear power but not virtue. Even if they cooperate with you temporarily for the sake of benefits, you cannot guarantee that this guy will not turn against you and bite you after he becomes powerful enough.

This kind of cooperation can only be regarded as a bad strategy.

But now...

He has a magical brainwashing tool that can cure "rebellious people"...

"Kacha!" "Uncle, I'm here to borrow books again!"

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Meng Lang looked at Xiaoyu with a smile.

"There's no rush to borrow books. Come, take a look at this first. It might be useful in the future..."

Ten minutes later...

"Uncle, the plot of the movie 'The Younger Son of a Chaebol Family' that you showed me is so horrible.

For the sake of the family property, he even spared his own brother and grandfather. Isn't this villain too evil? "

Xiaoyu flipped through the so-called "movie script" that Meng Lang gave her, with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"hehe!"

In response, Meng Lang could only smile.