Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"do not move."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Shouyun swung the long knife in his hand, sprinkling arc-shaped blood stains on the ground.

A hand holding a satellite phone was cut off, and after a few seconds, a wailing sound was heard.

"I said, don't move." Jiang Shouyun frowned slightly, turned to look at the man and said.

The blade once again looked like splashing ink, throwing out a second arc of blood on the ground.

A graceful lady had a stunned expression. Her satellite phone and broken right hand fell to the ground, and she finally let out a sharp and piercing scream.

Dark red blood dripped on the ground, like a blurry mirror, reflecting their frightened pupils.

And their pupils reflected the man's knife, which was sharp and cold.

Caesar stood next to Jiang Shouyun. After seeing his rough behavior, he opened his mouth and hesitated, but finally closed his mouth.

After seeing that things had come to this point, he reluctantly took off his mask.

"Well done." Jiang Shouyun suddenly praised.

In the darkness, Chu Zihang walked out slowly, with two or three spots of blood foam still on his cold cheeks.

He looked expressionlessly at the guests who were full of fear and looked like dogs, and then at the two unlucky guys who tried to do some tricks but had their hands chopped off.

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble?" He said calmly.

It was obviously something like a rhetorical question, but it still had the same declarative tone as always.

“If there’s an issue, let them go to the school board.”

Jiang Shouyun glanced at the group of guys and said unceremoniously: "If those guys can't even wash the floor, I'll probably consider changing jobs."

From the beginning, no one took these guys seriously, whether it was him, the organizer, or the secret party. At most, this group of wealthy businessmen could only be regarded as an applauding audience, not even as good as the ones in the second-floor box. That cast of supporting characters.

What a willful guy.

No regard for their background at all.

Caesar sighed silently in his heart.

It's obviously not easy to be an S-class partner, but no one expected that things would get so big. If those deadpools were really fully developed, 70% to 80% of the people on the entire ship would die.

Fingel's voice came from the headphones, and he said in a surprised tone: "They also mixed high concentrations of LSD into the ventilation system?"

Caesar, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but change his expression.

LSD, scientific name "Lergodiethylamide", is a strong semi-artificial hallucinogen.

A typical dose of LSD is only 100 micrograms, which is only one-tenth the weight of a grain of sand. It can cause the user's senses, feelings, memory and self-awareness to intensify and change for 4 to 12 hours.

The CIA uses it to torture criminals, and artists use it to find inspiration. It is an absolutely banned drug.

If high-purity LSD is mixed into a nearly airtight space, its terrifying power may be comparable to that of chemical weapons.

"It's okay, it's okay. Even though I'm a mule who's mixed up in credits, I'm not just watching the show."

Before Caesar could say anything, Fingel slapped his chest and said proudly: "I have already invaded the main control system of this ship and turned off the ventilation system."

With their physical constitution, inhaling a trace amount of LSD will not be greatly affected, they will just feel excited.

"You will be credited." Jiang Shouyun replied, then changed the subject and said, "But didn't you notice that those people installed a lot of things in the ventilation ducts?"

"Ah?" Fingel seemed stunned for a moment, "What is it?"

"Bomb." Jiang Shouyun looked out of the glass, and when Fingel was about to jump up in fright, he added, "I dismantled those things easily."

"Dismantled it?" Caesar looked over in surprise, "When and where did you put it?"

"When I came back from the backstage, I was thrown into the sea." Jiang Shouyun was good-natured, but his tone was a little perfunctory.

Chu Zihang glanced at him and said nothing in the end.

"...In the few minutes you left, not only did you deal with the guards, but you also defused a batch of bombs?"

Fingel's expression was particularly exciting, and in the end he couldn't help but complain: "The organizer is also cautious enough, so they have some plans."

There is the woman on the stage who can turn into a complete Deadpool at any time, nearly a hundred people in the backstage who have been injected with drugs and are in a state of sleep, as well as high-concentration LSD in the ventilation system and several bombs.

If it were any other team to complete the mission, even a dozen or so people would probably end up here.

In the end, Jiang Shouyun took the three of them to solve it. Fingel felt that the mission experience was too bizarre.

At this moment, the sound of breaking windows continued.

"What is it again?!"

Like patients suffering from PTSD, everyone looked up at the surrounding portholes in horror.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had opened a dull box, and huge wind and noise surged down from the outside world.

The roar of the propellers and the sharp whistling of the wind poured in from the broken porthole like a heavy rain.

There were several armed helicopters hovering outside the ship. The dazzling light made them unable to open their eyes. Several figures broke in under the projection of the high spotlights.

After landing, they made a tactical roll and landed in various directions. They pointed their guns at everyone, the muzzles of the guns glowing with a deadly cold light.

But in the next moment, his body suddenly froze in place.

They broke into the invisible realm, their thoughts seemed to be stuck in gelatin, their limbs became blocked, and their brains suddenly became muddled.

The only thing that was still conscious was the weak breathing.

Some people who accidentally saw those red gold eyes rolled their eyes and fainted gorgeously.

Until a soft cough came, as if the negative pressure of the deep sea dissipated in an instant.

The armed men were rescued from the confusion and suffocation, just like a drowned person emerging from the water. His whole face turned red, and he was gasping for air in a somewhat embarrassed manner. His chest heaved violently.

"Why didn't you say hello to me in advance?" Jiang Shouyun scratched his chin as he looked at the friendly troops who were accidentally injured.

His blood pressure and spiritual pressure are obviously not something that this group of "ordinary" SEALs can withstand.

Fortunately, these big brothers from the school engineering department are well-trained, and they took over and controlled the entire scene as soon as they came to their senses, and they also avoided the three Jiang Shouyun on the stage in a tacit understanding.

"Commissioner Jiang, Senior Commissioner of the Executive Department in Denmark, Herb Nelson, No. 030121A, would like to inform you..." A male commissioner in a black coat cautiously came to Jiang Shouyun's side.

"Okay, Commissioner Nelson, let's chat later." Jiang Shouyun waved his hand and said calmly, "Did the above say how to deal with this group of people?"