There's something wrong with me

The car arrived, and I got in.

The driver didn't know what had happened; instead, he naturally looked at Zhang Feng and the other in the back seat.

"Master Meng, where are we going?"

"Go to the outer suburbs first," Master Meng said involuntarily.

But as the car started moving.

Zhang Feng stopped his overclocking, but he still held a hand blade against Meng's neck, "Sit still, be quiet, we'll talk when we get to a less crowded place."

"What?" The driver heard this and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Drive properly!" Master Meng wanted to break down and cry, but facing the ghost-like Zhang Feng, he didn't dare to cry and could only quickly instruct.

"Okay!" The driver felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he assumed that this expert had something important to discuss with Master Meng, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Because earlier in the martial arts hall, Master Meng had taken the initiative to call out to Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng had quickly approached Master Meng.

This made him feel that this 'expert' and Master Meng should know each other.

So, he would go wherever he was told to go.

As the car passed several streets, the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road became less and less.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the outer suburbs.

Master Meng's expression became more and more desperate.

But given a choice between dying immediately and dying later.

He still chose to live a little longer.

Whoosh—

The car kept driving.

Ding-a-ling…

Just as they were approaching the outer suburbs, Master Meng's phone rang.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, "Take it out."

Master Meng did as he was told, taking it out of his pocket; the contact was labeled 'Eldest Disciple'.

"Answer it," Zhang Feng said casually after seeing that there were only a few cars passing by and no pedestrians nearby, "I don't know how you usually talk to your disciple.

But stabilize him first."

"Yes, yes…" Master Meng nodded quickly.

At this moment, the driver, who was driving, completely felt that the atmosphere was not right.

"Just drive your car," Zhang Feng looked at him, noticing that although the driver had some skill, his eyes, behavior, and temperament didn't seem like someone with a lot of fighting experience.

In other words, there was a certain chance that he was a good person.

At the same time, Master Meng answered the phone.

"Master, where are you?" His eldest disciple asked, "A few franchisees might be coming over this afternoon; can you make it back?"

"I have some business with a friend and might be out for a while," Master Meng said, trying to keep his tone steady, "Don't contact me unless it's something urgent.

As for the martial arts hall, you and the coaches can handle things together for now."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Feng pleadingly.

Zhang Feng ignored his pleas and looked at the roadside ahead, "Turn onto that small road."

They continued driving.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside a deserted dirt road.

At this moment, the driver was no longer very natural; instead, he stayed in the driver's seat in fear, not daring to turn his head, only daring to look at the steering wheel.

Master Meng was even more不堪, his body trembling like a sieve.

"Three things."

Zhang Feng looked at him.

"One, do you know where the specific formula and detailed information for your medicine are?

Two, where is Yu Shen?

Three, and that guy surnamed Ling, the one you call Master Ling, where is he?"

"I know one address for Yu Shen…" Master Meng answered directly, "I don't know about Brother Ling, but… the formula! I know the formula!

I'm in charge of that!"

'He's in charge? Looks like I got lucky this time, directly catching a big fish,' Zhang Feng thought after hearing that he had only caught one master and directly gotten two pieces of information he wanted.

This luck was indeed pretty good.

Originally, Zhang Feng had prepared to catch a bunch of martial arts hall masters.

"Tell me about it," Zhang Feng asked, "Is Yu Shen closer to here, or the formula?"

"The formula!" Master Meng pointed in the northwest direction, "The formula is in the laboratory; the laboratory should be about seventy or eighty miles from here… I haven't been on this road before, I don't know exactly…"

As he spoke, he pointed to the road they had come from, "Yu Shen's address is in another province."

"Then the formula first," Zhang Feng looked in the northwest direction, "Give your driver directions."

"Okay… yes…" Master Meng swallowed and said very carefully, "To go there… I have to have him go back to the road ahead; I really don't know this place…"

"Mm," Zhang Feng nodded, allowing him to turn back and first inquire:

"How many guards are there, are there any guns or anything like that?"

"There are guns…" Master Meng replied quickly, "But only eight guards…"

"Such an important place, only eight people guarding it?" Zhang Feng didn't believe it and placed his palm on his shoulder, preparing to inflict a little torture.

"It's true!" Master Meng said in horror, "Because over there… we're not just making medicine, we're also using people for experiments… researching a kind of mental stimulant… similar to new drugs…

Besides the necessary staff… the fewer the rest, the better… to avoid leaks…"

'Making ice?' Zhang Feng didn't expect the seemingly respectable martial arts hall to be involved in this kind of thing?

But thinking about it, it made sense; this was a quick way to make money and was addictive, which was indeed more profitable than medicine.

After all, not everyone can practice martial arts, and not everyone can persevere.

But ice, hehe.

Moreover, their Master Ling and Yu Shen had already killed people, so they really weren't afraid of anything anymore.

Shh—

Just as Master Meng finished speaking, the car suddenly braked, and the driver looked at Master Meng in disbelief.

"Master Meng… is… is it true? You… are drug trafficking?"

The driver really didn't know anything; he was just a driver who picked up and dropped off Master Meng, and he had only heard about Uncle Ling's 'exaggerated hype' for Yu Shen today.

He was still a hundred thousand miles away from the secrets of drug research.

"Drive your car," Zhang Feng was very steady in his seat and saw that the driver's surprise didn't seem fake.

But regardless of whether it was true or false, and regardless of whether he was a good person, this person couldn't be let go for the time being, to avoid leaks.

At the same time, after the car started again.

Zhang Feng thought it over and knew that Yu Shen and that Ling were indeed afraid that he would call the police and afraid of being thoroughly investigated.

Zhang Feng also understood that if he was lucky enough to survive in the coffin.

Then he would probably have to take a trip to their laboratory.

The people there were using living people for medicine, so they probably weren't good people and wouldn't give him a quick death.

Maybe it would be better to be buried alive; at least he would suffocate in a few hours.

But then, Zhang Feng fell into thought.

Because these three points, 'Ling, Yu Shen, laboratory'.

Moving one would definitely alarm the other two.

And this Ling, he didn't know where he was.

Yu Shen's address, he couldn't necessarily catch him directly.

This was indeed a bit difficult to catch.

So, he should deal with the laboratory first.

Maybe if he did that, they would become anxious and take the initiative to come to him at the laboratory.

Thinking about it, Zhang Feng felt it was feasible and asked Master Meng, "If something happened to the laboratory, or if you called and announced some great achievement, could you get them to come to the laboratory?"

"No!" Master Meng shook his head directly, "I'm in charge of the laboratory; I'm responsible for everything here, and I don't contact them directly.

Even if something happens to the laboratory in the future, they'll orchestrate things… to make me take full responsibility…

It can be said… if something happens to this place, they can directly get rid of the relationship…

But… but…"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Feng carefully, "But if you really cause trouble at the laboratory, you'll become mortal enemies with them…"

"That's what I want," Zhang Feng nodded, not saying anything provocative like, 'They're already letting you take the blame, why are you still working for them?'

Because he was already leading the way.

However, Zhang Feng's curiosity arose, and he asked him, "What exactly are they holding over you that makes you work so hard and take full responsibility?"

Zhang Feng felt that he was capable and could make a good living anywhere.

So it was very likely that he was being coerced or forced to join the gang.

Only then did Zhang Feng discover that this Master Meng was no different from ordinary criminals.

He was even worse than a roaming criminal; at least drug dealers and petty thieves had their freedom.

"I helped Yu Shen kill someone; they have evidence of me killing someone."

Master Meng was a little regretful, but also unrepentant, "I've made many similar pledges, but I've also gotten a lot of money and enjoyed most of the treatment I once dreamed of…"

As he spoke, there was some reminiscence in his eyes.

"Mm," Zhang Feng was noncommittal but felt that he was too low-class.

Because the drug dealers he occasionally caught in the police world were basically like this.

Whether they regretted it or not, they didn't regret it, acting like they regarded human life as worthless.

But when the death warrant really came down, they cried more readily than the others, or they were silently desperate.

Most criminals were so weak in the legs that they couldn't walk and had to be dragged to the execution ground.

As for those who talked and laughed cheerfully, Zhang Feng felt that Wang She could be considered half of one; at least he could chat with him for a few sentences and smoke half a cigarette.

At the same time, seeing Zhang Feng looking like he was interrogating a criminal, Master Meng always felt that Zhang Feng didn't seem like a terrifying ghost; instead, he seemed like a professional interrogator.

But it was precisely this official-like identity that slightly eased his mind.

At least he wasn't stuttering anymore.

"Go to the right."

He was a little calmer now, directing the driver to drive.

This smooth speech made Zhang Feng find him much more pleasing to the ear.

…

Noon.

The car arrived at the edge of a mountainous area.

Zhang Feng looked over and listened to Master Meng's introduction.

He learned that the laboratory was underground and that there was a small factory on the surface.

As for the production and operation of this drug, it was all carried out underground.

It was similar to Luo Huo's operation, but far smaller in scale.

Furthermore, Manager Meng's operation wasn't just about researching poisons.

Their martial arts medicine formulas also originated from this place.

There was no need for extra processing or anything like that, to prevent the formulas' ingredients from leaking out.

It sounded fine, but it was terrifying to think about.

The medicine formulas he had taken were processed together with those of drug dealers?

Zhang Feng felt lingering fear when he thought about it, because if it was a new kind of poison, a drug from this advanced world, he really wasn't sure he could detoxify it.

If he got addicted, it might be too late.

These medicine formulas cost 100,000 per dose, and adding a little poison to them might actually be profitable.

But if they did things this way, they might offend many martial arts colleagues. Of course, if it really was some strange poison, an exclusive secret recipe, they might also be able to control many martial arts colleagues?

If it was the latter, Zhang Feng felt that their plan was quite big, but it would also be easy for them to be wiped out by their martial arts colleagues.

… …

After arriving above the laboratory.

Zhang Feng led Manager Meng and the driver into the factory.

Inside the small factory, there were also rotating shifts of medicine formula production personnel, all of whom were their own people.

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Plus, with Manager Meng leading the way.

Zhang Feng quickly arrived at the factory office.

The enhanced medicine formula 'cipher book' was in this room.

At the same time, there was a person on duty in the room, who left when he saw Manager Meng arrive.

"Take it out."

Zhang Feng sat in the boss's chair and looked at Manager Meng and the driver standing in the room.

'Am I an accomplice now?' The driver had been silent all the way, feeling that he had followed the wrong person.

In the past, he felt that Manager Meng was a very good person.

But now he knew what it meant to 'know a person's face but not their heart'.

"I'll go get it now!" Manager Meng only wanted to live now, and felt that this person with strange methods didn't seem to have such a great desire to kill?

Thinking this, he quickly came to a cabinet, opened the door, and looked at the safe inside.

After a series of unlocking steps.

The safe opened, and inside were detailed account statements and a file bag containing information.

"Inside are the code numbers for the medicine formula passwords, and the book 'Science and Medicinal Properties' on the bookshelf behind you is the decryption key."

He put the file on the table, "There is a backup of the medicine formula password in the laboratory below, and Ling Ge and Yu Shen also have a copy, all stored on paper."

"Okay."

Zhang Feng opened the file and flipped through the medicine formula. It was full of number codes like '125' and '4642'.

Because he had been an undercover agent before, and with Manager Meng's explanation, he quickly understood the specific operations.

After a while, he picked up the book and matched the numbers to the text on the corresponding pages and lines one by one.

With Zhang Feng's skilled decoding experience and nerve reaction speed.

Plus, his skillful strength in turning the pages, if he said turn to page 12, it would be page 12.

A password of over five thousand words, in less than two hours, Zhang Feng memorized and decoded it all into his mind.

This was also because Zhang Feng had previously reverse-engineered these medicine formulas, which could be considered analogous, making it easier to remember.

After memorizing these.

Although Zhang Feng's mind was a bit complicated and needed sorting, he was in a good mood.

Because this time's harvest of enhanced medicine formulas could further shorten the research and development time in reality and improve efficiency.

Maybe if he hurried a little, he could 'synthesize' the medicinal elements within a month in reality and let himself have a taste first.

As for grafting, improving and optimizing, and naturally cultivating medicinal materials, it should also be possible to achieve within three months.

'According to the properties of this medicine formula, as long as it is researched in reality, I should be able to add 1 to 10 points of physique.'

Zhang Feng sat quietly, calming his thoughts after the rapid memorization, while summarizing his gains.

'Among them, 1 point of physique will be gained within half an hour after taking it.

The subsequent 9 points will gradually strengthen the body as the medicinal properties gradually take effect.

With my absorption and cultivation speed, the process should take half a year.

My current physique in reality is over a hundred, which is basically a 10% increase in the "base foundation".

As long as I can make it, it can be considered self-creating an 'enhanced epic double happiness' in reality.

And it's for everyone.

It's just that if other people want to get 10 points of physique, it may take several years to decades.'

Zhang Feng thought that the 'knowledge' in the adventure world was the biggest reward.

After all, the current double happiness items are only around 2 points.

But the method of obtaining them is relatively simple.

As long as you survive to the final option enhancement, you will directly have it.

Knowledge, however, takes a lot of time and a lot of thought, and it requires the collective 'backing team power' in one's real world to be able to materialize the items from the adventure world.

The latter is much more difficult, but also much more rewarding.

After resting for a while.

Zhang Feng also looked at the restless Manager Meng, "Let's go, let's go see your laboratory."

Coming out of the office.

All the way was smooth.

Under the leadership of Manager Meng.

Zhang Feng quickly followed a small path and came to this underground area.

At first glance, it was a huge cellar that had been modified.

The instruments inside were dazzling, and there were also production personnel manually decocting medicine.

Also, in the corners around, there were four guards with guns on their waists.

There were also four guards on rotating shifts in the factory above.

At this moment, in the middle of the laboratory, on the left hand side, there was a transparent isolation cloth, inside which were two naked men and women, who were no longer human-like.

When Zhang Feng saw them, he also knew that if he hadn't 'possessed Zhang Feng in this world', then his fate would most likely be the same.

Being studied by them, and then dying.

Because the men and women in the isolation cloth had been dead for many days, they were completely relying on the medicine to keep the corpses from rotting in a short time, for the production personnel to continue studying some messy things, and waiting for new 'sources of goods'.

Also, next to the corpses, there were several production personnel pointing and commenting in the isolation cloth, calmly recording.

The rest of the production personnel were also accustomed to it.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, first looked at the silent and clenched-fisted driver, and then looked at the somewhat eager Manager Meng,

"Call those four gunmen over."

"Okay!" Manager Meng's spirits were greatly lifted, and he had small thoughts in his mind, preparing to go call people, to see if he could find a chance to fire a shot first.

But Zhang Feng pulled his shoulder,

"Shout here, if you can't shout, use the communicator."

"Okay… …"

Manager Meng felt the force on his shoulder, and slowly put away his thoughts, and asked a passing production worker for a communicator.

"Also."

Zhang Feng pointed upwards again, "Call the people resting in the factory above down too."

If you're going to kill, kill them all clean.

Although handing them over to the authorities would be better, according to the sentencing, it should be the most fair.

But if the authorities investigate, if the news leaks, then it might startle Yu Shen and the others into hiding.

It's better to create some kind of private vendetta, so that even if the news spreads, it would mostly be a vendetta.

"I'll call them now."

Manager Meng didn't know that Zhang Feng already had a homicidal intention to wipe out the entire operation, and didn't even consider this aspect.

After all, there were over seventy people here, over seventy lives!

"Assemble… …"

"Boss Meng is calling us down… …"

"Quick!"

As Manager Meng asked them to assemble.

Not only were the people in the factory walking down.

The people in the laboratory also put down their work one by one and gathered towards Boss Meng.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng's palm was on Manager Meng's shoulder.

Manager Meng also lost the right to speak and control, and said to the eight gunmen: "You come to the front."

"Yes!"

They had no doubts and walked towards Manager Meng.

As the distance gradually approached.

"What are we gathering for?"

The production personnel and others were curiously watching.

"I'm sleepy… …"

Some of the personnel who had just been woken up and came down were also yawning and staring strangely.

'He probably wants to subdue them… …'

Manager Meng thought that Zhang Feng wanted to take down the eight people's guns.

But as the eight gunmen continued to approach, when the distance was about to reach ten meters.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng suddenly crossed the last ten meters and came to the front of the first two gunmen.

He reached out with both hands and instantly snatched the pistols from the two people's hands.

Bang bang bang!

Zhang Feng quickly aimed, shot, and killed the remaining six guards. The muzzles of both guns also aimed at all the dazed production personnel.

Bang bang—

In the next second, continuous gunfire resounded throughout the laboratory.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and an atmosphere of fear spread throughout the cellar.

"Help!"

"Don't kill me!"

Blood flowers exploded in the air, and bodies fell one by one.

"He really isn't human… … He no longer has humanity… …"

When Manager Meng saw Zhang Feng shooting and killing the production personnel in the entire cellar, he knew that Zhang Feng would definitely not let him go.

He wanted to run, but the fear of Zhang Feng made his legs weak.

Half a minute later.

The gunfire was no longer continuous, but sounded from time to time.

"Seventy-five, there are two more."

Click—

One gun's bullets were fired again.

Zhang Feng threw away the gun in his right hand, stepped on a pool of blood, and took another gun from the waist of a dead gunman.

Then, he turned around.

Bang!

The bullet accurately hit a production worker who had just poked his head out from beside the instrument.

"There's one more."

Zhang Feng turned sideways and looked at Manager Meng, who had already wet his pants, "Manager Meng, that person is you."