Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Sha Ling leaned in to listen, and although she didn't know what Luo Ren was saying, his face gradually burned up until it turned red all the way to his ears.

He looked at Luo Ren in disbelief, his eyes wide, his face clearly saying, "This really works?"

Luo Ren looked smug. "Brother, learn my trick, and I guarantee you'll be favored forever."

Sha Ling nodded casually, looking shy and unable to accept it, but in her heart she had already replayed those outrageous scenes over and over again.

In the ward.

Lu Weiliang was lying on the bed watching a movie when she looked up and saw Sha Ling returning with a flushed face. She thought she had gotten into an argument with someone.

"Aya, were you in a fight?"

Sha Ling lowered her crystal blue eyes and guiltily looked away.

No, it's just a bit hot.

Lu Weiliang hooked the remote control over her shoulder: "Okay, I'll turn on the air conditioner for you."

But what she didn't know was that it wasn't ordinary heat.

It was a burning heat that reached the very tip of her heart, a dry heat that seeped into her very bones, making Sha Ling feel as if she were about to emit blue smoke from her entire body.

……

The Central Military Region, thirteen stories underground.

The interrogation room was damp and cold, with not a single ray of light penetrating inside.

The assassin was locked in this dark room for three days and three nights, surrounded by deathly silence, without a single living creature in sight.

He hadn't had a drop of water, and his throat was so dry it hurt.

Darkness distorts everything, making it impossible to perceive the flow of time and distinguish whether it is daytime or night.

The assassin felt that every second was stretched out coldly and endlessly, so long that he forgot who he was.

His name is Black Continent, a silver-ranked expert in the assassin organization, ranked in the second stage.

According to the rules, assassins of this caliber have an energy halo embedded around their necks. Once captured, a long-range signal sweep will instantly reduce them to ashes.

However, the entire Central Military Region was covered by a shielding field, and not a single signal could penetrate it.

Black Continent had long heard of Caesar's ruthlessness.

He was determined to die, but he was injected with a large amount of anesthetic, causing his mind to alternate between being clear and confused.

Moreover, while enduring mental torment, he was also completely unable to move, and could not even bite down on the cyanide stuck in his teeth.

He slumped against the wall, completely unaware that the wall behind him was made of glass on one side.

Outside the prison cell, Yan Zhigao leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed and pinned to the table.

He posted the last rumor, and then, quite satisfied, added a piece of sweet and sour potato crisp.

"Oh my god, food tastes better when I'm in a good mood."

"After posting this, does that mean my relationship with Director Lu is officially on? Hehehe, I'm such a genius!"

Yan Zhigao was sighing inwardly when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of military boots hitting the ground behind him.

The steel gate opened with a thud, and Xize Lu, dressed in a moon-white uniform with a military cap on his forehead and a few strands of red hair hanging down his cheeks, exuded a wildness and ruthlessness.

He strode in, draped in a cloak, and sat down in the command chair in front of the control panel. He lifted his eyelids and gave Yan Zhigao a cold look.

"How is he doing?"

Yan Zhigao hurriedly hid the plate of potatoes behind his back.

"Reporting, sir, his psychological index has dropped to -26, and he can be interrogated."

Xizelu turned his back and randomly pressed a red button.

Inside the cell, the chains binding the assassin's hands suddenly tightened and were violently pulled to both sides.

Hei Zhou was violently pulled towards the wall and slammed against it with a "thud," his arms outstretched.

A sharp headache jolted Hei Zhou awake as he looked up at the blurry figure that had entered.

"Kill me if you dare!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a pair of gleaming military boots stopped in front of him.

Suddenly, a cool hand grabbed his hair with an irresistible ruthlessness, forcefully pulling his head up to meet his gaze.

Xizelu held a syringe in his hand, his red eyes glancing indifferently, his silence chilling.

But Black Africa seems to be able to foresee the volcano about to erupt beneath its tranquil surface.

"Black Continent? The mastermind behind this assassination operation."

Xize Lu parted his thin lips slightly, his voice calm and devoid of any emotion.

"My request is simple: just give me the letter of appointment for my mother, Nishizawa Anrou."

In his hazy state of consciousness, Black Continent bit his pale lips and instinctively shouted, "Idiot, you're dreaming!"

Having worked as an assassin for twenty years, the rules of the trade are ingrained in my bones: an assassin can be wounded or die, but he must never reveal his employer's information.

Once this bottom line is crossed, they will be unable to live or die.

He hadn't experienced it himself, but he had seen others suffer for breaking their promises.

Xizelu's gaze slowly moved downwards, finally settling on the energy collar of the Black Continent.

"Inside is Almar-3, a drug that can make people lose their senses and become addicted to mental energy. Every moment without mental energy to soothe them will be filled with the pain of ants gnawing at their bones, followed by an itch on their bones, a cycle that torments their mind repeatedly."

His gaze suddenly darkened, and his eyes seemed to burn with the flames of hell: "You've probably never tasted that feeling..."

"But shouldn't we have seen others experience this firsthand?"

"Want to give it a try?"

Black Continent shuddered. He was all too familiar with that drug. To prevent information leaks, the organization usually linked the appointment letter to this drug in the collar.

Xizelu raised the heavy syringe and pushed it towards the only source of light. A drop of dark blue liquid flowed from the eye of the needle.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Almar-7 is a top-tier banned drug strictly prohibited in interstellar space. Its potency is six times that of Almar-3."

Black Continent trembled uncontrollably, a mental torment, a nightmare for all the sentinels.

Seeing the assassin momentarily lose focus, Xizelu continued slowly and deliberately: "Give me the letter of appointment, and I'll spare your life."

Hei Zhou stared intently at Xize Lu, his eyes filled with mockery and sarcasm: "Don't even think about it! You're a worthless piece of trash, your father's dead and your mother's unloved. No wonder your mother didn't love you, you deserve it! If you have the guts, kill me!"

"If you want a letter of appointment, you'll have to wait until your next life!"

Xizelu remained indifferent, flicking his fingers to stab Heizhou hard in the neck. "Provocation? It won't work on me."

He tossed aside Black Continent's sweat-dampened hair, casually pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped his fingers: "This dose of medicine is 30ml, several times that of the collar."

"Soon, you'll feel tens of thousands of ants crawling, twisting, and wriggling inside your blood vessels, and that's not even the worst part..."

Black Continent certainly knew that the desire for spiritual power was the most devastating.

At the most desired peak, without mental reassurance, a sentinel might even tear open his own skin and rip out his heart to end his life.

"Xizelu, your mother will kill you sooner or later. No wonder she killed you; you deserved it. And that woman too, she deserved to die!"

The crimson glint in Xizelu's eyes suddenly darkened.

He raised his leg and kicked.

Military boots whistled through the air, slamming heavily against Black Island's face.

With a crisp sound and a muffled groan, Black Continent's head tilted to one side, and a trickle of blood instantly spurted from the corner of his lips.

Xize Lu pulled his foot back, the tip of his shoe stained with blood. He simply rubbed it slowly over the bloodstain, his expression chillingly cold.

"If you have a problem, come at me. Don't touch her."

He turned his head, his gaze meeting that of a camera, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Xize Anrou, you too."