Soul Trigger

Chapter 700 Love Comes from the Secret Service King

Before he could finish speaking, the man in sunglasses slammed his head to the ground, and the other two were instantly severed by the steel wire.

The man's muscles bulged, and his golden beastly eyes burned fiercely.
"Bitch...you're insane!?"

With a roar, the explosion sent plumes of smoke and dust billowing into the sky, washing over the entire alleyway.

But after several sounds of flesh being torn apart, a muffled groan followed, and the smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

The man knelt on the ground, covered in blood, his neck bound by countless spiritual steel wires that gleamed sharply in the sunlight.
"Star Gate... will not let you go..."

Jasmine remained expressionless and casually pulled it off her leash.

Blood gushed out, and the head fell to the ground.

With a tearing sound as the air snapped shut, all the myriad spirit steel wires were collected into his palm.

"You shouldn't have investigated me."

She never used the name Jasmine again after arriving on White Island.

She glanced at the mess on the ground, her nostrils twitching slightly.

I acted impulsively. Killing the Star Gate people like that will only escalate the conflict... I need to get her here as soon as possible.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked around to make sure there were no witnesses, quickly began to stage the scene, and then left.

After an unknown amount of time, the head on the ground suddenly opened its eyes and bared its teeth:

“Damn it… Connie Lee is an Illuminati…”

His body writhed with difficulty, trying to piece itself together towards his head:

"We must report this to the Star Lord immediately..."

Snapped!
With a soft thud, his body was stepped on.

"who is it!?"

Looking at the writhing corpse on the ground, the newcomer grinned mockingly; it was Ji Li.

"A mere high-level overlord with such tenacious vitality... Is this a characteristic of the Keton Federation?"

"...I am from the Star Gate. If you save my life, the Star Gate will reward you handsomely!"

"Well, I'd like to know what clues you've found out about Connie Lee, is that alright?"

The head felt a cool touch on the back of its head, along with surging, turbulent spiritual energy fluctuations—

Immortals?!

……

On her way back to the Saint Martin Museum, Jasmine saw a group of Dark Side agents rushing around. She calmly stopped them and showed them her identification.

"What happened?"

“A murder has occurred on a nearby street involving an awakened individual. We have been notified and are on our way there.”

The Awakened Ones on White Island are indeed very efficient at responding to emergencies... Jasmine nodded:
"Go."

"Yes, sir!"

The man quickly ran to his police car and pressed the intercom on his chest:

"They're on their way. Make sure those two bodies are preserved intact; don't disturb the scene! I..."

Snapped!
A hand slammed against his window, startling him.
"Sir...?"

Jasmine stared intently at the other person:

"Tell me what's going on at the scene."

"Um... in a deep alley, two dead bodies, it looks like a clandestine society killing, but their personal belongings are well preserved, and there are two of them..."

Two… Jasmine's eyes hardened. She was about to turn away and return to the scene when a sudden voice came from beside her, exploding in the depths of her soul like thunder:
[Junior Lieutenant, you forgot to finish him off.]

On the building, looking at Jasmine who had suddenly frozen in place, Ji Li laughed out loud:
He almost forgot that she had her own nest seed inside her, so he wondered how the little girl had advanced so quickly.

Through the transmission of the nest, Jasmine was planted with the nest seed by Ji Li, which gave her three special abilities from the Silla period. She then combined these abilities with herself to develop different paths.

Similarly, as her "superior" in her colony, Ji Li can also communicate with her remotely through whispers, but there are distance limitations.

After a long period of disorientation, Jasmine's pupils gradually returned to normal.

A surge of surprise, astonishment, and disbelief welled up in his eyes.

Then, those complex colors quickly transformed into fear and anger.

She forced a smile to hide her emotions, turned quickly and walked toward the Saint Martin Museum, her voice trembling slightly:
【Who are you? 】

Who do you think I am?

【He is dead.】

That was a setup. A setup?

[Like a cicada shedding its shell.]

"...I won't believe you, Dead Apostle."

[In that case…]

Jasmine's pupils contracted, her heart raced, and even her steps quickened unconsciously, but having already entered the Saint Martin Museum, she still hadn't heard the rest of what the other person was saying, and suddenly stopped in her tracks:
"Hey, are you still there?!"

The red-clad guards not far ahead looked around, then finally pointed to themselves at Jasmine:
I?
Have you changed your mind?

Hearing that voice again, Jasmine unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded to the red-clad guard to make him move aside, then strode into the San Martín Museum.

I want to see you in person.

Shortly after, in an exhibition hall.

Despite it being peak tourist season, this less-visited venue wasn't crowded.

Jasmine looked at the exhibits in front of her, feeling increasingly anxious.

Is it excitement or fear?
The footsteps behind her made her turn around countless times, only to see guards approaching with coffee, eager to curry favor.
"?"

"Um... Miss Li, I've noticed you've been standing here for quite a while..."

Jasmine sized up the other person; it was the guard from the door earlier.

She sighed, accepted the guard's offer of hospitality—which was now number one—took a sip of her coffee, and then suddenly froze—

It was cold and smelled of alcohol.

Looking down, I could smell the wonderful aroma of alcohol.

This isn't coffee, it's whiskey!
The spiritual steel wires exploded, and the guard was instantly bound and killed on the spot, completely bewildered.

The surrounding tourists turned around and swarmed forward, throwing out all sorts of spiritual spells and communication tools, surrounding him in layers, completely locking him in.

Several others are preparing a large-scale spell, ready to pull the other party into the reflection world at any moment.

"Wait! What does this mean! I..."

"Beware of the power of words, seal his mouth!"

Then his mouth was sealed shut. Jasmine nodded to a plainclothes officer, who approached him cautiously, as if dealing with a prehistoric beast.

A few seconds later, he let out a long breath and looked up:
"He is a human spirit, and his identity is unmistakable."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then all their puzzled gazes focused on Jasmine.

At that moment, Jasmine, holding a glass of ice-cold whiskey, said coldly:

"Who gave you this?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I came back and saw this thing on my desk! There was a note attached! I thought my colleague gave it to me!"

This scene terrified the guard. He was just a minor ruler who had never seen anything like it before, and he was speechless.

"What's on the note?"

"It says...you'll like this thing, love comes from the King of Spies..."

This familiar dry humor made Jasmine's eye twitch slightly:

"Let him go."

He doesn't dare to come and meet us. So he really is a Dead Apostle...

What kind of spy king is he? That's certainly the director's style, but he's no longer himself. He's just a dead agent wearing his skin and possessing his memories.

Jasmine's hope gradually faded, returning to a deathly stillness, and her rapidly beating heart rate gradually returned to normal.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, sweeping aimlessly across her surroundings:

What a waste of time...

But if it really is him...

But in that fleeting glance, she felt a gaze briefly meet hers at the entrance, and she was suddenly stunned—

That person... was it the new guy who stared at me this morning?
Jasmine's heart was suddenly stirred:
"catch him!!!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked back at Jasmine:

Sir, have you heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?
But Jasmine threw down her water glass and rushed forward, instantly traversing the entire venue and grabbing the black-haired youth—

That is, Ji Li.

(End of this chapter)