Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 485 They are not only crazy, they are also crazy.
A red shadow flashed by, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistle.

The tip of the red dragonfly's tongue opens into three petals under the moonlight, each petal is covered with barbed taste buds and secretes bright green mucus.

The mutated long tongue twisted like a living thing, drawing an "S"-shaped trajectory in the air like an attacking venomous snake, and bit Zuo Bai's ear fiercely.

"You agreed to give us the head?"

"Why are you still hiding?"

The sound waves emitted by the high-frequency vibration of the tongue coating are almost consistent with the resonant frequency of the nanochip.

There was a buzzing sound in Zuo Bai's head, as if the chip inside his skull had been attacked by a virus.

The scene in front of Zuo Bai suddenly began to distort and a flash of blue light exploded on his retina, like a blue screen of a computer.

At the same time, he heard a subtle "sizzling" sound coming from inside his head. That was the noise when the biochip was overloaded.

"The physical attack is just a symptom. There are other insidious tricks as well. Will it have a strong impact on the chip in my brain?"

Zuo Bai's heart sank as he felt like he was being targeted.

In the eyes of the world, the most frightening thing about the [Destiny] organization is their madness.

Yes, madness is indeed the most prominent label of [Destiny], but their madness is definitely different from madness in the conventional sense.

Their [madness] is less like the hysteria of a mental patient and more like a deadly strain carefully bred in a laboratory.

The twisted and chaotic patterns on the surface of the strains are only their outermost layer of skin; peeling off the skin reveals suffocating calculations underneath.

Just like the red dragonfly, before coming here, in order to deal with Zuo Bai, it specially replaced itself with a new... tongue.

The cosmetic bag she slung across her waist had 12 separate compartments, each wrapped with a tongue of a different shape.

Every tongue is her collection, like a woman's lipstick and a man's tie.

For different dates, red dragonflies will use different tongues.

Just like today when she is going on a date with Zuo Bai, the tongue she replaced with has a very romantic name, called "Toxic Science".

Another example is the MC, he rarely uses a gun.

But today, he had to deal with the Corpse Cult, so he brought a sniper rifle and equipped the gun with a "seed".

As soon as he came up, he gave Zuo Bai a "greeting" specially tailored by fate.

You know, Team 103 usually wouldn't reveal their identities easily, but at this moment, their appearance was undoubtedly very high-profile, and they directly showed their business cards.

The effect was also outstanding, and Zuo Bai instantly became a lone commander.

It should have been a team battle, but it turned into a one-on-one fight!
There is a deep manipulation behind this.

To put it bluntly, they are not only crazy, they also know that they are crazy, and they will use this madness to intimidate the enemies, especially to intimidate their peers.

Over the past few decades, [Fate] has always used various reasons to "rectify" the order of the industry and control the number of peers. It is difficult to say whether there is an effect of building a "brand" behind this.

You thought that [Fate] was going crazy again by stepping on the corpses of its peers, but in fact, they were just advertising!

After decades of brand marketing, the [Fate] brand has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, especially in the hearts of villains.

The second wave of tongue attacks followed.

Although Zuo Bai calculated the trajectory of the tongue, the delayed nerve signal made the dodge 0.3 seconds slower.

The three-petal tongue tip rubbed across the cheekbone, and the corrosive saliva instantly melted through the skin and flesh. A sharp pain came from the left ear, and a piece of cartilage was licked off.

The smacking sound of lips chewing——

In front of Zuo Bai, Red Dragonfly held the ear in his mouth, licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, and then spat it on the ground, saying in disgust:

"The taste of science isn't as good as I thought!" Veins bulged in Zuo Bai's temples.

Coolant spurted out of the nose and vaporized into light blue smoke in the air.

He roared angrily in his heart: "You don't want to eat, you bite you numb?"

He said with a little dissatisfaction:

"You can insult me, but you can't insult science."

The red dragonfly licked his tongue and said, "You are right. I will taste it again."

Zuo Bai's face froze, and then, in less than two seconds, he had several more cuts on his face, and his right ear was bitten off.

Zuo Bai was so furious that the chip in his head was smoking with anger. He wished he could blow himself up on the spot and take this woman with him.

However, Zuo Bai's pupil flashed blue several times, but he held back.

There is a high probability that the bomb will not kill the opponent and it will be in vain even if it is used.

There is a small probability that the other party will be killed. The scene will be so beautiful that even scientists dare not imagine it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to give it.”

Zuo Bai wiped his ears with his knuckles, and the remains of nanoworms floated in the blood that seeped out between his fingers. The red dragonfly's tongue coating shattered 37.6% of the nano units in his body.

Zuo Bai had never felt so aggrieved in his life. He wanted to roar hysterically, but his voice always maintained a final politeness:

"You should at least let me know what you want my head for, right? As a party involved, I have a right to know, right?"

It's not okay to be impolite. According to statistics, over the past 874 years, peer organizations have been given the "family portrait" meal by [fate] because of their impolite speech.

"Impoliteness" accounts for 13% of the reasons for the extermination of colleagues, second only to "Don't you want to be friends with me?" at 18% and "What are you looking at?" at 27%!
Zuo Bai is a scientist, and scientists believe in numbers as much as they believe in truth.

It’s not that he loves the organization too much, but he has to love it.

If the Corpse Cult was wiped out, where would he go to do scientific research and get funding for experiments? He could forget about it. No other colleagues would dare to accept him, if he was lucky enough to survive.

"If the organization is wiped out, the probability that I can escape with my life is less than 6.3%." Zuo Bai did some calculations in his mind.

At the back, the bald male captain walked slowly forward and crushed the rotten ear on the ground with his flip-flops.

He scratched his shiny head, and said with a reasonable look of apology:

"Don't be angry. A new member will be joining our team soon, and we've been discussing giving him a welcome gift. One team member suggested that your head would be a good choice, so..."

The beast stood aside and grinned at the right moment, revealing a simple and honest smile, and pointed at himself triumphantly:

"Yes, that's what I suggested."

With every word he spoke, his muscles expanded a little, until in the end his entire body had grown to three meters tall.

The beast laughed loudly, feeling as if he was extremely wise.

Zuo Bai's face darkened, and he asked very humbly:
"Can you tell me which lucky person will be chosen by [fate]?"

boom--

The air suddenly exploded.

The beast, which was 5 meters away a second ago, instantly appeared behind Zuo Bai.

The hand that was powerful enough to crush a tank barrel held Zuo Bai's head like a toy walnut.

His throat moved and he laughed loudly:
"Don't worry, you'll know when he comes to visit you next time..."

(End of this chapter)