National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

Useless details?

With a gentle smile, he said, "We prefer to call it a 'clue'."

His gaze then fell on the intricately crafted hidden dart on Morrison's left arm, the needle that had just been fired...

"For example, you killed Jiro Sato."

"Also, did you... receive some assistance beyond your sequence abilities?"

Morrison showed no sign of anything amiss, nor did he answer any questions. Instead, he suddenly sprang into action, aiming straight for any vital point with a whooshing sound.

It was precisely this reaction that gave Renzi the answer he wanted.

Leaning back to avoid the attack, he turned and pressed close, his five fingers grabbing at the starting point of Morrison's upper arm muscles.

Morrison's attacks were fierce, swift, and deadly. Although Ren Yi was unarmed, he brought out the best in his skill and agility, always managing to avoid vital points at the last second while counterattacking Morrison's wrists, joints, throat, and other vulnerable areas.

He became increasingly alarmed as he fought.

The person in front of me may seem weak, but in reality, his understanding of the human body and his control of the rhythm of combat are superb. Every move he makes seems to be predicted!

Morrison couldn't understand why this man, knowing he was hiding nearby, still had the audacity to send the bear away.

His intuition told him he couldn't delay.

Morrison suddenly distanced himself from Renyi.

Just when everyone thought he was about to change tactics, he pulled a flintlock pistol from his tactical boot, and from raising the gun to pulling the trigger—

"Bang--!"

Smoke filled the air, and the sound of gunfire carried far through the woods.

As he slightly turned his body, pain shot from above his left chest, and blood quickly seeped into the dried snake blood on his clothes.

Morrison's eyes narrowed. He hadn't hit the heart, a vital spot.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger again, it went silent with a "click".

Morrison decisively threw away the flintlock pistol, took a step forward and delivered a side kick, sending Renyi flying. His back slammed hard against the tree trunk, and he slid to the ground.

Before Ren could even try to stand up, Morrison lifted his right foot and stomped heavily on Ren's calf.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking.

He let out a muffled groan, and fine beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

"Why... target China?"

Morrison grabbed a stray hair from Renyi's forehead to force him to look up, and at the same time raised his military dagger, the tip pointing at his throat, only to hear the man ask this question.

Why?

"It's just a mission." Morrison said, as if he were staring at prey destined to die.

"Task?"

That must have been at the behest of the United States...

With his eyes lowered, seemingly too weak even to lift them, he asked, "Your system is called Nyarlathotep? Hydra?"

Morrison paused slightly, a fleeting look of confusion crossing his face.

He really didn't understand why people would ask such nonsensical and irrelevant questions when they were on the verge of death.

Is this a delaying tactic to pique his curiosity?

Morrison wasn't going to waste any more words, and thrust his right hand forward with force—

Just before the bayonet touched his skin, Ren Yi's left arm, which had been limp and hanging limply after being shot, rose up and grabbed the bayonet.

"...It seems you really don't know," Renyi said.

This happened too fast.

Morrison only managed to utter a furious "You—" before being thrown to the ground by an immense force, his back slamming heavily into the mud, and a metallic taste immediately filling his mouth.

"What a pity..."

The positions of hunter and prey suddenly reversed.

With one hand on each side, he gripped Morrison's neck, his knee pressed against his chest, and in a flash, the military dagger he had seized was pressed against Morrison's heart below his ribs.

As he fell, Morrison instinctively struggled for a moment.

His hat was askew, the brim sticking up and about to fall to the ground. Morrison froze, too afraid to move.

From any angle, one can glimpse a blurry blonde in the corner of the photo.

Even so, the hat slowly tilted up, and a hint of fear and panic finally appeared on Morrison's face.

If... if his family is exposed on live stream and known to the whole world—

With a flick of his left hand, he gently placed the hat back on Morrison's head.

"..."

Morrison's throat bobbed, his gaze fixed on Ren Yiping's calm face with a complex expression, before he finally spoke in a hoarse voice:

"......Thanks......"

"You're welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger missed its mark and pierced straight into his heart.

"Pfft—"

Morrison's pupils dilated, eventually reflecting the swaying shadows of the trees against the night sky, before falling silent.

[You have defeated America's number 3 player, Jack Morrison, and gained 10 Evolution Points.]

Let the secret of the photo be buried with him.

"break down."

[How many players did he kill before? He could die a hundred times over!]

[Expert advice: Make use of waste, turn trash into treasure.]

[Why did the big shot help him adjust his hat just now?]

[I'm just worried about Morrison dying; I hope the next one to come in is some good-for-nothing...]

[Decomposition successful!]

[Rewards: 25 Fresh Meat Chunks, 5 Tough Cloths, 5 Compressed Rations, 1 Complete Human Skeleton, 1 Echo, 1 Sea Soul Stone Dagger]

Ok?

Sea Soul Stone Dagger?

Renyi casually took out the small dagger from the warehouse.

【Sea Soul Stone Dagger】

[Special Feature: Creates a miniature force field in the deep sea, trapping attacked creatures in a deep-sea environment.]

[Evaluation: A stone disguised as a weapon; its lethality comes entirely from its raw material. PS: Suggested to be recycled.]

"..."

Okay, okay, I know you're annoyed.

He casually put away the dagger, intending to return it to Klaus to see if it could be modified, given the unique characteristics of that deep-sea force field.

At least we can give it to Ivan to try...

Isn't the deep sea equivalent to a buff for the [Deep Sea Barbarian]?

Just as he was thinking this, it seemed that shouts and yells came from the north.

"Boss!"

Good heavens, is it Cao Cao's?

However, it came at the wrong time.

He paused slightly in any movement, allowing the lead bullet lodged in his shoulder to exit through the wound.

He glanced down at his shirt, which was already stained with blood.

Hmm, we don't need to worry about that.

As for his messy hair, he casually smoothed it back a few times, tucked his shirt into his waistband, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

perfect.

"Here it is."

He calmly replied and prepared to get up.

With this movement, a sharp, tearing pain shot through my calf—

No, it's definitely broken!

Based on his professional judgment, the leg had been dislocated just now. Even if it could be cured, the bones would need to be realigned first. Otherwise, even if it was cured, the two legs would not grow on the same side, affecting the appearance.

He casually rolled up his trouser leg and touched the bulge on the outside of his calf.

"hiss!"

He looked around, selected a large, square-shaped rock, placed his leg sideways on the ground, visually assessed the point of contact, gritted his teeth, and lifted the rock high—

Ivan and Klaus ran towards the sound and saw this scene, which terrified them.

The axe and hammer fell to the ground.

"Anything!!!"

"Holy crap, boss, calm down!"

"No matter what happens, we absolutely cannot harm ourselves!"