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The four of them hid beside the huge rock in the cave and held their breath.

About five or six hundred meters away from here, a line of small black dots suddenly appeared on the horizon.

As the distance grew closer, the tiny black dots began to reveal their true form. They were high-speed flying aviators, each with a ferocious expression on their face. They looked like they were not to be trifled with, but fakes with only rudimentary skills.

The special protective suits they wore looked like those of ancient warriors, but their appearance looked very technological. They were Frieza and his group.

Poor thing, their hearts were beating fast, their faces were filled with panic, and they clung to the wall tightly.

coming!

All I heard was a whooshing sound passing by my ears. It was the sound made by the high-speed friction between an object and the air, similar to the sound of a supersonic fighter jet.

Dozens of beams of light flew towards the horizon along the gap in the cave.

Although they were moving fast, Klin and the others could still see them clearly with their current cultivation level, especially that one person, the one in the center of the team. Klin and the others seemed to stop breathing in an instant!

At the same time, Slag also noticed it, but his face did not show a look of extreme fear. Instead, he seemed to have a hint of a smile.

The poor creatures finally breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for air.

Bulma said, "Let's go. Luckily they didn't seem to notice us."

Although he was an ordinary human being, he could vaguely feel the strong aura from the other party.

"But who are they? They are so fast, I can't see clearly."

Krillin and the others felt as if they had just woken up from a dream. The feeling of oppression was no less than that of having just experienced a life-and-death fight, especially Gohan, who was still a child and was gasping for breath.

Krillin supported his knees with his hands, bent over and said, "Bulma, you, you take a look at the Dragon Ball Radar."

Bulma asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Krillin explained, "It seems they've already got the four Dragon Balls, if I'm not mistaken."

When Slag heard this word, he was stunned for a moment.

Bulma took out the Dragon Ball radar and, as Krillin said, with a click, the radar turned on. Sure enough, on the radar screen, a huge light spot marked with the number four was moving towards the south at high speed.

"Yes, that's right, there are four dragon balls in total!"

Klin said a little frustratedly, "That's true."

Slag interrupted and said, "Oh Longzhu, you came here to look for Longzhu?"

Krillin looked a little embarrassed. After all, the other party was a Namekian, and the Dragon Balls were the precious things they created. It would be okay if he kept it a secret from them, but once he told them, it would be like borrowing money from someone else. After all, it was something that could fulfill any wish.

"Oh yes, we are here to look for Dragon Ball." Krillin smiled sheepishly.

Slug laughed and said, "In that case, I don't think I can be of much help. I don't know what happened to the Dragon Balls, or where the rest are scattered. If it were the original, they would be kept by the elders of each village. Only those who have the approval of the elders are qualified to inherit the beads. But how did you know about the Dragon Balls? This should just be an ancient legend on Namek."

"Ah, well..." Bulma touched her head and smiled foolishly.

Gohan was a child after all, so he was quite outspoken. Although Krillin and Bulma tried to stop him, it was too late. "There are also beads like this on the planet we live on. My father said they were made by gods. Later I heard that the gods were Namekians who were exiled to Earth. But we don't have any other purpose, we just want to use them to save people."

"Oh, I see." Slag thought for a while, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chapter 597 The Watcher

A large amount of blood splattered out. Qin Yang stood aside coldly with his hands behind his back. There was no sympathy in his eyes.

He stood there like a god, as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him.

Dr. Gero coughed, clutching his chest, and stood up. Surprise filled his eyes as he stared at his chest. Although his clothes were torn and bleeding profusely, there was no wound. Or had that massive wound healed instantly?

He couldn't understand it, but he was really scared. He thought Qin Yang had changed his mind and was bluffing. After all, he had already accepted his choice in his heart in the end.

This was the second time he bowed his head to others, and at the same time, it ignited the hope in his heart. It seemed that in addition to Sun Wukong Card, there were some little-known masters in this world. He wanted to find out what kind of magic these people were using. This was far beyond the level of Sun Wukong, so bowing his head was only temporary. He believed that with his scientific mind, he would be able to figure out the truth. By then, he would put everything under his feet, bow his head, endure humiliation, and bear heavy burdens. If he wanted to become king, he must endure.

But in fact, in Qin Yang's view, his ambition is just a joke!

Tolerate? No, for Qin Yang, ignoring the indulgence of such a small character is tolerance rather than tolerance.

But the blood did not come out of thin air, it did come from Dr. Gro's body. Qin Yang made this attack with a purpose, but his target was not Dr. Gro himself, but it!

Behind Dr. Gero, something was kneeling there, but Dr. Gero did not notice that thing and could not see it at all, because the dimension it existed in did not belong to this world. Perhaps he might have been in this world when he was alive, but he was no longer a human being, but he was not a quick-made evil spirit either. It was a soul, a free soul, with silver-white skin all over its body, a bald head that looked like an egg, and eye circles that were black for some reason. He was wearing a red robe with a high collar, but his lower body, under the cloak, was a tights.

What a strange outfit! It seems there must be something behind it.

At present, he has been subdued by Qin Yang and is completely unable to move. Qin Yang discovered its existence when he was reading the doctor's memory. It seems that he is just a monitor, a master of hiding, who possesses Dr. Gro's body and makes him completely unnoticed. And as long as he doesn't want it, there will be no abnormality on Dr. Gro's body!

That's why Qin Yang pretended to kill Dr. Gro! If the carrier died, the soul possessed by the carrier would definitely leave the carrier, but he never expected that this was exactly Qin Yang's strategy. The moment he came out, he was like a turtle in a net.

This ability is similar to the Demon Shadow under Qin Yang, and in some aspects it seems to be more advanced than Mo Yan, because it is just a soul, a word, and is not bound by death.

Qin Yang stared at the soul. Dr. Gro didn't understand what was happening to him. He only realized that Qin Yang was staring closely at the back of him. But even if he looked back, he couldn't see any clues. This was no longer a scientific field that he could master, but a more unfathomable level.

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Yang's eyes were still fixed on what was behind him.

"You're just looking at the air. Let's get down to business."

Dr. Gero looked a little frustrated and said, "How else can we talk? I agree to your deal, Cell, right? I promise you, and what do you want me to help you make?"

"No, you're wrong. Let's put Cell aside for now, but don't get involved. I don't want you to help me make it either. Remember that masked man and the thing he entrusted me with? If he contacts you next time, just call my name softly in your heart. That's the deal."

"what?"

Dr. Gro was amazed! To a utilitarian like him, this lacked scientific basis. Could it be that his experiment involved something very secret? Dr. Gro was becoming more and more interested in this.

"My name is Qin Yang. Remember, just call me in your heart."

Dr. Groh was still skeptical about this. "Are you kidding me?"

Qin Yang replied coldly: "Do you think I look like you?"

Although Qin Yang's gaze did not escape him, the vague aura that came from him was definitely not a joke.

As the sweat passed the doctor's head, the cold sweat that had already dried up broke out again.

… “Okay, I got it.”

"Good, then our deal is done. Let me remind you one last time that I will come here regularly to check on your brain. If I find out you're lying to me, you know the consequences. It'll be just like what happened just now, but I won't be healing you again."

Dr. Gro recalled the scene of blood just now. It seemed that he was not mistaken. That was his own blood, coming from his chest cavity.

After thinking for a moment, Dr. Gero's Adam's apple moved. "But I still have many questions."

"explain."

"Who are you? And who is that masked man? Are you rivals?"

Qin Yang glanced at him and said, "I'm Qin Yang. Who is that masked man? I want to know too. Yes, we are competitors."

"About some kind of energy?"

"Regarding this, it's better not to hit him too much. As for your research, that's up to you. And he and the experiment he entrusted to you, I won't interfere at all. Are you relieved now?"

"Also, how did you know me and how did you get here?"

"Are you asking me these because I'm easy to talk to?"

Dr. Gero remained silent.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Some secrets you think are secrets are not secrets in my eyes. The same goes for that masked man. We have our own intelligence network. As for how I came here, have you forgotten? I was sitting on your micro detector."

"But why should I believe you? Perhaps you have set your sights on my artificial human?"

"Just because I'm Qin Yang."

"Just because I'm Qin Yang..." Dr. Gero stood there for a full five seconds, his mind pounding. It seemed he was overthinking it. The masked man and Qin Yang, whoever wanted to control him, would have already done it. With their abilities, they could easily crush this place. Besides, his android technology wasn't even 100% mature yet, so why were they going to all this trouble? It seemed there was always someone better. After figuring this out, he suddenly let out a wild laugh.

"Yes, this is the best basis."

Chapter 598 Breath

"So that god on your Earth is quite powerful. I heard that this kind of thing can't be created by ordinary Namekians. He must be a descendant of the dragon clan."

Slag suddenly said this, leaving everyone confused.

"Dragon, what is that?" Bulma asked.

"From what I know, they're an ancient race from Namek. They once ruled this land, or maybe I shouldn't use the word 'ruled'; they were simply responsible for management. There's never been war on Namek, and we're born to yearn for peace. Of course, peace doesn't mean a complete lack of combat capability. I imagine that person on your Earth must be very powerful."

Perhaps because his hometown was being praised, Klin was a little excited and said, "Of course he's amazing!"

Gohan also responded, "Of course, Uncle Piccolo is very powerful!" But then he remembered Piccolo's death and became very sad. He added, "But he has..."

"Is he dead? He seems very close to you. Could it be that you are searching for the Dragon Balls just to revive him? No wonder you came all the way here even though you have the Dragon Balls on your planet."

A sudden burst of resentment flashed in the eyes of the young Gohan, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of those Saiyans. If it weren't for them, my father would have died once."

Slag's expression remained calm as he said, "Saiyans? It seems your planet has been attacked, but it appears you've repelled them. It was a heavy price to pay, but you're quite impressive to have been able to defeat the Saiyans."

Klin sighed and said, "Don't mention it. We almost died there, and it took a lot of effort to get here. But it looks like it's not very peaceful here either."

Krillin looked outside the cave, recalling the scene that just happened before his eyes, and said, "Gohan, Slug, you just saw it, right? The second person."

Gohan nodded with lingering fear and said, "Yes, I saw it. His power seemed to be extremely strong, like the sun. An evil sun."

"That guy is even more powerful than Vegeta. It seems that once he stares at you from a distance, you'll never be able to get rid of him. Although the others around him are also very powerful, he is the only one who is different."

Bulma didn't seem too concerned about this and said, "Who is more powerful than Vegeta?"

Klin shook his head and said, "I don't know, but their clothes are exactly the same as the one carrying the guitar! You must be in cahoots with him!"

Slug interrupted silently, "Are you talking about Frieza?"

"Frieza?"

"Yes, he's no ordinary character. He's even capable of destroying an entire planet. He's a well-known ruthless character in this universe. I don't know which Vegeta you're talking about, but he must be one of his men. They've been selling planets for quite some time. They specifically select inhabited planets, send people to eliminate all life forms on them, and then sell them to other forces at a high price. The Saiyans are indeed strong, but in this universe, there are only a few races that can compete with them, and Frieza is one of the best. It seems your perception is quite sensitive."

Although Slug's description of this was light and casual, the meaning behind it made people think deeply. What kind of guy is he who is even more powerful than Vegeta?

A layer of gloom shrouded the hearts of Klin and others.

"How could the damn Dragon Ball fall into the hands of someone like that?"

At this time, the Dragon Ball radar sounded again. Bulma pointed at the blip on the radar and said, "Hey, look! They're heading straight for the fifth Dragon Ball! Strange, why is this happening?"

Bulma pointed in a direction and said, "It's about thirty kilometers from this direction, right there."

Gohan said, "It seems like there were Namekians over there with Uncle Krillin just now."

Klin nodded and said, "I have to go over there and take a look." It seemed that he had made up his mind, although the current situation was very dangerous.

Gohan clenched his fists and said, "I'm going too!" He looked at Slug again. Because of his master Piccolo, Gohan has always had a good impression of the Namekians.