Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 231: Our Nisheng Pharmaceutical Company also needs to research some blue pills
The power of ordinary people's guns and cannons has been seen by many aliens or semi-aliens like Boss Zhao. It is indeed very strong, but not invincible.

They all have a problem, they need people to control them, and they need to be able to hit people.

It's a commonplace question. When facing a gun with bare hands, I don't need to be faster than the bullet, I just need to be faster than you. It's difficult for ordinary people to do this, but it's easy for extraordinary people to do it for ordinary people.

Not to mention the cannons.

If they did what the Medicine Immortal Society did, directly pulling the army to the front of the stronghold and bombarding it with several rounds of artillery, no extraordinary person would be able to withstand it, not even the old Taoist version of Zhang Zhiwei.

If they hadn't left the underground cave, which inadvertently served as an air-raid shelter, the people of the Medicine Immortal Society would have been wiped out by He Songling's few rounds of artillery fire.

But what if you suddenly encounter an alien in the wild, especially a powerful alien?
Even a powerful alien like He Songling can only control a few mortars. Can ordinary people use heavy artillery to bombard aliens like a pistol?

Therefore, it does not mean that in the modern era of hot weapons, ordinary people will be completely defeated when fighting against extraordinary people. Unless it is a war of total annihilation at all costs, in small-scale conflicts with a small number of people, it depends on who strikes first.

In this regard, the setting of the aliens in "Under One Person" is actually very similar to the setting of the wizards in "Harry Potter". It is no wonder that the author directly classified two people who resembled Dumbledore and Snape as foreign aliens.

This is the problem Boss Zhao is facing now.

As soon as he saw the person opposite him, he knew he was an alien. Boss Zhao couldn't practice Qi, and although he had a close relationship with aliens, he was not an alien after all.

He had a pistol on him, but would it work? Or would he have a chance to pull it out, aim and fire?

Obviously, there won't be.

As he was talking, He Songling had already arrived in front of Boss Zhao. Before he could even move, Boss Zhao already felt his throat being strangled by an invisible force, and he was lifted up from the bed.

There was no way. It wasn't that He Songling wanted to show off, but he had just finished eating the fruit plate and was covered in mucus. He Songling didn't want to touch him.

"The helmsman of the Ni Sheng Group has fallen into my hands." Under the influence of black magic, He Songling's voice sounded eerie and terrifying, scaring Boss Zhao so much that he broke out in cold sweats all over. This made He Songling even more glad that he did not touch his decision directly.

"Over the years, your Nisheng Group has made a lot of money from overseas pharmaceutical and arms businesses. Now it all belongs to me, hehehe..."

“You are dreaming, don’t say I am just the CEO. Even if I am the major shareholder of Nisheng Group, I still need to hold a shareholders’ meeting if I want to transfer the profits without reason.

Although he has absolute control, if other shareholders disagree, he will have to withdraw their shares and distribute dividends to other shareholders first. Only after everything is settled can he illegally transfer the profits to you.

Do you think the modern company system is the same as the way you do business in the Qing Dynasty, where the shopkeeper and the boss can decide everything?"

Although Boss Zhao had no skills, he was very tough. Although he was so scared that he almost peed, he was not merciful at all.

This was natural. If he didn't have this kind of mentality, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to go to the Tang Sect to assassinate the leader of Bihe. Before he brought a few boxes of dollars and gold bars to find Tang Bingwen, he had already prepared to die.

The same is true now.

Not only did he not say a single soft word, but he also imitated He Songling's tone and mocked these bumpkins who were still living in the Qing Dynasty.

Boss Zhao was prepared for this man to get angry and chop off one of his arms and legs to torture him, but he didn't expect that this man did nothing. Instead, several black tentacles extended from his shadow cloak, rolled up the two fruit plates that Boss Zhao was eating from the bed and threw them out.

Then the black energy surged and filled the entire room. The female scream passed through the air and stopped abruptly. This room became a secret room where even sound could not be heard.

Boss Zhao finally panicked.

The person in front of me is definitely not a good person. His dark aura and the behavior of breaking into people's rooms in the middle of the night are just short of making the words "I am a villain" written on his forehead.

He certainly didn't act like this to let himself off the hook. Although Boss Zhao was close to the Yi Ren, he was not a Yi Ren after all. Even if he was a Yi Ren, many of his Qi-activating methods could produce special effects that most Yi Ren couldn't imagine.

Boss Zhao thought, who knows if this guy will use some evil method like searching the soul and refining the spirit to directly take away the important information in his mind and take over the Ni Sheng Group.

Worse still, maybe they would just kill themselves and, like the "Painted Skin" in the monster stories, wear their own skin on themselves and impersonate themselves.

Even if he was not able to transfer all the profits of the Nisheng Group, transferring a part of it would be a sky-high price. Before leaving, Boss Zhao did not dare to think about how serious the consequences would be if he destroyed half of the Nisheng Group.

"Kill me!" Boss Zhao made up his mind, closed his eyes and shouted, "You bastard, kill me if you can!"

If he hadn't been controlled by the black energy, Boss Zhao would have already committed suicide by hitting his head on the wall.

"Hahahahahaha, Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao!"

What Boss Zhao didn't expect was that the man opposite didn't make any move. Instead, after a moment of silence, suddenly, a sound of crazy laughter came from under the black cloak.

Why does this voice sound familiar?

"Mr. He, is that you, Mr. He?"

Boss Zhao asked tentatively.

"Long time no see." He Songling took off his black magic cloak, revealing his formation.

"Oh my god, you scared me to death, Mr. He." Boss Zhao was obviously relieved, and his body went limp. But as soon as his body went limp, he felt a restraining force on his body again.

"No, we are all family, can you untie it for me?"

"Untie? You're covered in all this dirt. How am I going to untie you? Just float in the sky for a while." He Songling obviously had no interest in eating the fruit plate with Boss Zhao.

"How dare you scold me? I was eating my fruit plate and was about to finish it when you suddenly barged in. I'm telling you, if I suffer any physical damage, you'll have to compensate me!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Have you forgotten what our company does? We make pharmaceuticals! I'll have Fleming and his team research sildenafil for you. Then you can put that little blue pill in your mouth and eat fruit for twenty more years without any problem."

He Songling waved his hand: "Let's talk business first."

(End of this chapter)