The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

Eight hundred meters away, on the roof of an unfinished building.

Hawkeye lay motionless on the concrete floor like a statue.

That damned oriental anthem in my earphones finally stopped.

Instead, there were the muffled sounds of tanks shattering their sternums and crashing into the walls, along with the devil's flippant whistle.

"Trying to leave?"

"The game isn't over yet, how can the audience leave early?"

These words pierced Eagle Eye's eardrums like an icicle.

He suddenly looked up and, through the high-powered scope, saw the figure walk out of the villa gate.

He didn't run away, he didn't hide.

He walked slowly and steadily along the road, step by step, toward his direction.

Every step felt like stepping on Hawkeye's heart.

Fear and humiliation consumed his reason.

"madman!"

Hawkeye roared and raised his sniper rifle again.

On the gun, a tiny device glowed red.

"Armor-piercing round, lock on!"

He calculated Li Haotian's steps and predicted the location of the streetlight he would pass in the next second.

It's now!

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot pierced the night sky.

The specially designed armor-piercing projectile, carrying a spiraling force, whistled as it shot towards the lamppost hundreds of meters away.

If it hits, the bullet will explode instantly, and the shrapnel can cover a range of five meters.

however.

The figure under the streetlamp simply shifted half a step to the left at the last moment before the bullet hit.

A very small side profile.

The bullet grazed the hem of his clothes and struck the lamppost with pinpoint accuracy.

"boom!"

The metal lamppost shattered with a crack, sending fragments flying in all directions.

Li Haotian stood unharmed amidst the flying metal fragments.

He stopped, looked up, and his gaze precisely locked onto the eagle eye on the rooftop of the unfinished building, eight hundred meters away.

He extended his right index finger and slowly traced the trajectory of the bullet as it flew back through the air.

Finally, his fingertip pointed steadily at Hawkeye.

next second.

The index finger retracted, and the middle finger stood upright.

"FUCK!"

When Hawkeye saw this gesture through the scope, he was so enraged that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is humiliating!

This is the most humiliating disgrace a top assassin has ever suffered in his life!

He wanted to fire again, but then he saw the figure in the camera flicker and disappear into the shadows at the street corner.

The person has disappeared.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

Hawkeye shouted frantically into the headset that had lost signal.

No, the ghost is already dead.

His last teammate, the Poison Master!

"Breaking Bad! The target has disappeared! He's heading in your direction! Quick! Activate Hellfire Breath!"

He shouted as he frantically switched sniper scope modes.

Thermal imaging!

No!

Life detection!

Still no!

The man seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Suddenly, the tactical tablet hanging on his chest emitted a piercing alarm.

"Beep beep beep beep!"

On the screen, a red dot representing a high-intensity energy reaction is hurtling along a path at an inhuman speed toward the coordinates where the drug lord is hiding.

"Run! Bad Guy! He knows your location! Quick..."

Before Hawkeye could finish speaking, the red dot on the tablet had already overlapped with the blue dot representing the Poison Master.

……

In a narrow alley in the abandoned factory area in the west of the city.

A man dressed as a sanitation worker and wearing a mask is adjusting a device the size of a suitcase.

He is the mercenary codenamed "Breaking Bad".

He had just received Hawkeye's incoherent warning.

But he didn't believe in superstition.

"Hell Breath is the boss's latest neurotoxin."

"Colorless and odorless, it can paralyze the central nervous system of an elephant within three seconds."

"Even top-tier players, as long as they are carbon-based life forms, cannot stop them."

He sneered and pressed the start button.

"laugh--"

A pale yellow gas, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, spewed out from the alley entrance and quickly filled the entire narrow passage.

The drug dealer donned a specially made gas mask and hid behind a trash can deep in an alley, quietly waiting for his prey to come to him.

one second.

two seconds.

A figure walked in at the alley entrance.

The drug dealer's breathing stopped.

The target has been identified.

He saw the young man swagger into the area shrouded in poisonous fog.

Without pausing at all, it even looked around curiously.

The poison master's eyelids twitched wildly.

What happened?

The toxin has lost its effectiveness?

impossible!

He saw the young man even take a deep breath and then frown.

That disgusted expression made it seem like he was smelling some cheap cigarette.

Li Haotian walked through the poisonous fog and reached the middle of the alley.

He waved his hand, as if trying to fan away the air in front of him.

"Dude, this secondhand smoke smells weird."

His voice echoed in the empty alley.

"It smells like cheap artificial fragrance, pure technology and ruthless workmanship."

Behind the trash can, the drug addict felt his worldview had been shattered.

Hellish Breath, Technology and Ruthless Skills?

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

Before he could react, the young man was already standing in front of him.

"Come out, we see you."

Li Haotian kicked the trash can open.

The poison master was exposed in front of him, still holding the empty gas briefcase, looking completely bewildered.

"You...how could you..."

"You're asking about this?" Li Haotian pointed to the still-spreading poisonous fog. "This stuff is pretty dangerous."

The drug dealer's face was etched with an expression that said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Li Haotian ignored him and instead leaned closer to examine the briefcase, revealing an expression of interest.

He squatted down and asked a very serious question.

"Hey buddy, can I ask you something?"

"Can this poison kill cockroaches?"

Poison Master: "???"

Li Haotian continued earnestly, "My kitchen has been infested with cockroaches lately, and I can't get rid of them all no matter how many I step on. It's so annoying."

"Your equipment looks quite professional, so your business skills must be pretty good."

"Here's the deal: you'll come back with me. Room and board included, and your monthly salary... will be the market rate. You'll be responsible for pest control in my house. How about that?"

The poison master was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that his brain was no longer able to process the information in front of him.

An elite assassin, using a neurotoxin worth millions of dollars, was mistaken by his target for a pest control technician.

If this gets out, how will I ever be able to survive in the underworld again?

"You...you insulted me!"

Enraged, Poison Master trembled, threw down his briefcase, pulled a military dagger from his waist, and stabbed at Li Haotian.

Li Haotian shook his head.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry?"

"If you disagree, that's fine. There's no need to resort to violence."

He didn't even dodge.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his chest, he extended two fingers.

Index finger and middle finger.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

He held the sharp tip of the dagger firmly between two fingers.

The poison master used all his strength, but the knife could not be moved forward even an inch.

"See, you're being unreasonable."

Li Haotian sighed.

"I kindly offered you a stable job, and you tried to stab me in the back."

"As long as I have no morals, you can't hold me hostage, understand?"

After saying that, he flicked his fingers slightly.

"Snap!"

He managed to break the steel dagger in two fingers.

The poison master stared at the broken half of the knife hilt in his hand, completely frozen.

"Forget it, even if the business doesn't go through, we can still be friends."

Li Haotian stood up and gently waved his hand at the back of the poison master's neck.

"Thump."

The poison master rolled his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

Li Haotian carried the 150-160 pound Poison Master on his shoulder like a chick.

He picked up the suitcase from the ground and weighed it in his hand.

"Although it's a counterfeit product, it looks pretty impressive. I'll take it back and study it."

He carried the person on his back and the box in his hand, and walked out of the alley.

The cell phone rang at that moment.

It's Su Wan.

"Hey? Li Haotian? How's it going on your end? I heard from Liu Hu that there's been a lot of commotion at your villa!"

On the other end of the phone, Su Wan's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Li Haotian spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Just finished cleaning, and while I was at it... I hired a new employee."

"A new employee?"

"Yes, it's related to my major."

Li Haotian looked up and glanced in the direction of the unfinished building.

"Oh, by the way, call Lalamove for me, the biggest kind of van."

"What...what do you need Lalamove for?" Su Wan was even more confused.

Li Haotian, carrying the poison master on his shoulder, walked towards the unfinished building, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"To haul goods."

"We caught the small one, now let's go catch the big one."

"Pack them all up and send them to the mining site."