Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

As soon as he said this, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but glance at Sakura who was driving.

In fact, when Mo Qiuran first said that Yuan Zhisheng was exploiting labor, Ying was very angry and wanted to speak, but Mo Qiuran quickly continued to talk about those things... So Ying fell into a state of confusion in an instant, her brain was a mess, thinking how could this be possible, I hid so well! How could I be discovered! This is absolutely impossible!

Fortunately, she didn't say it out loud, otherwise she would be defined as the female version of Lu Mingfei in Mo Qiuran's eyes... In terms of confidence in their acting skills and actual class, these two people are really on par with each other.

In short, after realizing that Yuan Zhisheng's gaze shifted because of Mo Qiuran's words, Ying instantly became nervous. As the young master's assistant, although she generally does assistant work, her own strength is definitely strong enough. It is not an exaggeration to say that her predecessor was a top killer, and she possessed the bearing to "remain calm even when a mountain collapses."

Then, the killer who used to kill people as easily as cutting through the Gordian knot became nervous and flustered because of a look. Even Sakura felt her blood rushing up and her face felt a little hot. A blush appeared on her usually cold face, and then the coldness quietly disappeared as if shying away.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned when he saw this scene.

He is a wooden man but not a fool. He would not ask a question like "Your face is so red that you can't even touch a bubble teapot" which only a psychopath would ask at such a time. Of course, there is also a reason why he doesn't know the joke...

"You're blushing like a bubble teapot!" Mo Qiuran said at this time.

This sentence instantly broke the somewhat awkward yet charming atmosphere in the car. Yuan Zhisheng coughed twice and asked, "What does bubble teapot mean?"

"I don't know either." Mo Qiuran answered decisively, "I just vaguely remember seeing this stalk somewhere, but I'm not sure what it means. Anyway, I understand it to mean something like why do you blush? Is it because you hit the nail on the head? This suddenly reminded me of a philosophical question. If you understand the meaning of a word as one meaning and use it that way, but the original meaning of the word is actually another meaning, how should it be calculated?"

Yuan Zhisheng felt a little surprised. How could this neurotic guy be able to think of such a profound question?

"I didn't expect you, my junior, could come up with such a profound question!" Finkel, who had been stroking his belly and saying nothing since getting on the bus, finally spoke. He had a great meal during the entire banquet, so much so that Inuyama He even asked the main family if there was anything inconsiderate when entertaining the headquarters' specialists, such as not giving them food or something like that...

Mo Qiuran's answer was that he had bulimia and would stuff anything delicious into his mouth without thinking, which was why he ate so ferociously. But there was no need to worry about him dying of overeating, as he would stop eating as long as he was full. After all, he was a human being, not a pig. Although this metaphor did not sound very pleasant, it was surprisingly apt.

"You should know that I am also a good young man who is familiar with Ma Yuan, and I have been awarded the title of "Three Good Students" for two consecutive years!" Mo Qiuran said complacently.

"What is a three-good student?" Finkel wondered. "I don't think I've heard of it. Does Kassel College have one? Or is this a title specially set up by the principal for you, considering that if you were allowed to participate in the same selection as ordinary students, it might cause psychological damage to other juniors?"

"I'm not some monstrous creature." Mo Qiuran said, "Senior, if you say that, I'm going to sue you for violating my reputation and ask you to pay compensation, okay?"

"Junior, I was wrong!" Finkel simply admitted his mistake.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was listening in, chose to remain silent. He had originally planned to gain some useful information by listening in on their conversation, but now it seemed...

So what the hell is this team leader admitting his mistakes to his team members? Why is the atmosphere in the specialist team so good? Could it be that this guy who looks like a loser and a foodie was able to become the team leader of the specialist team just because he has enough experience?

Although the focus is on the S-level Mo Qiuran, the other people in the specialist group, such as Yuan Zhisheng, are not to be underestimated. Could the people who can be with the S-level be just two or one useless? Anyone with a little bit of brains would not think so, but now it seems... the other party seems to be disguised very well, even flawlessly?

Yuan Zhisheng was a little unpredictable.

At this moment, Chu Zihang, who had not spoken since getting on the car, spoke up: "There is a car following us, it's obvious."

The car suddenly became quiet, and Yuan Zhisheng became serious and said, "Ying."

Ying swept her cold eyes across the road and turned around at the intersection: "The family has not received any notification about the vehicle following and protecting them. It is also possible that they have not informed me of the secret protection."

"Let me ask." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"It sounds like an enemy is coming?" Mo Qiuran's eyes lit up.

"We can ensure your safety, don't worry." Yuan Zhisheng said with a straight face.

(Kaven)

Chapter 145 Extreme Speed

On the busy street, a few cars are weaving in and out of the traffic. If you add a song called "Superstar" by Saliva, you'll get that classic feeling.

Then, heavy metal-style sound waves rang out in the car, and along with the Hummer's galloping, the male voice of "now has come the day that you take the lead and I'll make you follow" seemed particularly powerful and fitting, making people's adrenaline soar.

"What? This is the soundtrack from The Fast and the Furious 1. It fits our current situation, doesn't it?" Mo Qiuran said to the people in the car who were looking at him, shaking his phone. He didn't feel out of place at all. From his tone, he sounded like he was blaming others for not appreciating it. "You need to have artistic cells! Only in this way can you have sufficient inspiration when you create! Do you know why so many writers often go out to collect materials? This is the reason. Of course, those who update twenty-one videos a year don't count!"

"My junior, regardless of whether the material is true or not, someone who updates twenty-one videos a year is called a eunuch, not an author, right?" said Finkel.

Yuan Zhisheng chose not to listen to their words. If he didn't want to become a lunatic, he shouldn't try to understand their train of thought, such as trying to figure out how they could think of playing music, then talking about novels and then switching to videos when they were being chased like this... It's simply outrageous!

Is this the happy world of psychopaths? Because their brain circuits are never on the right things? How enviable... No, no, how disgusting!

"Let the main family control the roads and arrange for someone to quickly clear the area nearby. These people want to cause trouble so quickly. They don't take us seriously at all!" said Yuan Zhisheng and Ying, who had sorted out their thoughts and focused on their business.

"Yes!" Ying nodded and started to make a phone call, but there was only a dead tone on the line.

"The signal is blocked." Ying said as she glanced at the no signal sign on her phone.

"Let's just get out of the car and fight!" Mo Qiuran said excitedly.

As he said this, a gunshot was heard and a white mark appeared on the glass, but it did not shatter.

"Unless it is necessary, you must never use the power of words in front of ordinary people. I believe all the specialists should understand this." Yuan Zhisheng said after taking a glance at the white spot.

"So even if your car is bulletproof, is it just going to take a beating?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Of course not. You can open the rainproof cloth on the third row of back seats and take a look," said Yuan Zhisheng.

Hearing this, Mo Qiuran turned around and pulled up the thick sky-blue rainproof cloth. The neon lights outside the car shone in, and the colorful light reflected a cold luster on the metallic weapons that were exposed after the rainproof cloth was removed.

"Not bad, not bad! It's kind of getting that idea!" Mo Qiuran whistled.

There was a single-soldier missile and three military shotguns, plus two precision-shooting rifles and automatic rifles that Mo Qiuran couldn't recognize the model of, a box of grenades and various bullets. There were also pistols, but there was no need to mention them since Mo Qiuran didn't recognize them anyway... You have to know that he was just a high school student half a month ago!

What? Can you use it? There is no need to connect knowing how to use it with knowing the model! (Justified)

It is hard to imagine that they had to travel with such a large amount of munitions before. It was only thanks to the Hummer, a vehicle with enough space, that such a large amount of munitions could be accommodated.

"Of course, our family often needs to deal with some fierce gang fights. Sometimes, even the name of our family may not be effective when facing some lunatics, or some like Deadpool also need heavy firepower to solve... What are you doing!" Yuan Zhisheng was talking, and suddenly he saw through the rearview mirror that Mo Qiuran had picked up the individual missile in his hand.

"It hits the target with one shot! This is a great stuff!" Mo Qiuran patted the thing and said happily.

"Put that thing back. It hasn't come to that yet! If we use rockets in the center of Tokyo, our wanted poster will be on the headlines tomorrow!"

Yuan Zhisheng's face turned pale. He had originally planned to use this pile of ammunition to scare Mo Qiuran and others, but it turned out that as a normal person, you should never expect the reaction of a psychopath!

"Ah? With the power of the Japanese branch in Japan, you can't even revoke a wanted order? That's really a pity. I thought you guys could control the replacement of the Japanese emperor or something..." Mo Qiuran said with regret.

"Junior, the Japanese emperor is just a mascot these days. The Japanese cabinet ministers and the prime minister are the powerful figures!" Finkel reminded.

"So that's how it is!" Mo Qiuran suddenly realized, and looked at Yuan Zhisheng, "So can you control the election of cabinet ministers and prime ministers? Logically, it should be possible, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

If we can, why do we need to be gangsters? Why don't we just clean up and become prime minister?

Also, when you talk about these things on a daily basis, can you please put that individual missile back first?

Just as he was thinking this, the Hummer driven by Sakura roared like a wild beast, and he instantly felt a push on his back. The whole car suddenly rushed forward, avoiding the squeeze from the two cars on both sides.

"There are five cars in total, with privacy protection film. I don't know how many people there are." When Sakura was talking, she slammed the steering wheel and directly smashed a car that was catching up to the wall, and turned her head upside down. There was a loud collision, and she said coldly, "Four cars."

"She is sweet and domineering! Mr. Zhisheng, you will regret it for the rest of your life if you miss a girl like this!" Mo Qiuran's voice of advice came, accompanied by Finkel nodding and agreeing with "That's right, that's right".

Yuan Zhisheng could only choose to pretend he didn't hear anything. It was best not to pay attention to these damn lunatics. It was already like this if he ignored them. If he paid attention to them, wouldn't it be like heaven?

So he opened the storage box on the passenger side and took out a pistol from it, shooting at a car that was approaching quickly. The glass of that car was also bulletproof, but the gun in Yuan Zhisheng's hand was also specially made, and he used armor-piercing bullets!

Yuan Zhisheng didn't look back. He just stretched out his hand and fired backwards. Along with the loud gunfire, the two cars fired while moving, and the bullets were all concentrated on one point!

Even bulletproof glass has its limit. The glass shattered, and the last bullet hit the driver directly between the eyebrows. The next second, the car lost control and crashed into other places. The series of bombardments made people's adrenaline surge.

"A classic car battle! Accurate shooting! I love it!" Mo Qiuran applauded, "It's my turn, open the sunroof!"

At this time, fierce gunfire was heard. Perhaps the enemy finally realized that they were not chasing a group of ordinary people but the special commissioners from the Kassel College headquarters and the people who could be arranged to protect these people. The previous vehicle that was easily overturned and the car that was destroyed by several consecutive shots had already illustrated this point. So the windows of several cars at the back were opened, and several armed men who were wrapped up with no exposed skin from head to toe, held various firearms and fired at the Hummer, directly turning this place into a Syrian battlefield.

There was a tinkling sound coming from the rear window of the Hummer, and white flowers bloomed on the glass, and then were covered by the next one, like snowflakes, and in an instant it turned into a sea of ​​white.

When a bullet can break through the snow-like glass, life will be lost. Those people's shooting skills are not as amazing as Yuan Zhisheng's, but quantitative change leads to qualitative change. With their shooting, it is only a matter of time before the bulletproof glass is broken!

"Do we still want to open now?" Yuan Zhisheng was not in a hurry, but asked with a smile and a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course!" Mo Qiuran picked up the precision shooting rifle from the back seat, "I love challenging the hail of bullets the most!"

"...I don't advocate this kind of suicidal behavior." Yuan Zhisheng was stunned and answered aggrievedly. He originally wanted to hear Mo Qiuran say that he was scared and gave up, but he didn't expect... This guy is really a psychopath!

Then he realized that there were many things he had not expected.

such as--

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Mo Qiuran stretched out his hand and put it on the skylight.

"The skylight is also made of the same bulletproof glass and it's even thicker. You can't open it unless we open it..." Yuan Zhisheng was speaking when he heard a clicking sound.

He paused for a moment and turned to look at Mo Qiuran.

Mo Qiuran's hands were white and slender, but still looked strong and powerful. However, no matter how strong they were, they would not have caused the current situation. Yuan Zhisheng just saw Mo Qiuran putting his hands on the skylight without moving, and then countless cracks spread out on the skylight that he had said was "strong" with his palm as the center!

When they heard Yuan Zhisheng say that the sunroof was sturdy, Finkel and Chu Zihang silently moved closer to the car door. They both saw the smile on Mo Qiuran's face. They all knew that Mo Qiuran was generally very interested in sturdy things... This interest refers to the interest in trying out how "strong" this thing is!

After all, he was a fierce man who had to redecorate the equipment department twice after visiting the ice cellar twice!

This guy’s code name is Husky!

It can be said that taking things apart is a kind of fun for him!

"Hmm...it seems not as strong as you said." Mo Qiuran said as he stared at the skylight that had been shattered but was still connected but just one step away from completion.

Yuan Zhisheng: “!!!”

He didn't know how Mo Qiuran did it. Didn't the hand look like it was just placed there without moving?

Just as he was about to speak, time stopped.

In Japan, the word "time stop" always seems to have some special meaning... but not this time.

Everything was just that the world in Mo Qiuran's eyes stopped.

Because, at this moment, his speed has reached an unimaginable level.

This is a speed that even Hilbert Jean-Anger, who is recognized as the fastest hybrid in the hybrid world, cannot see clearly. So, in contrast, in Mo Qiuran's vision, everything stops and he is the only one moving forward!

Extreme speed represents extreme destructive power.

What Mo Qiuran did was very simple. He just put his hand on the skylight, pressed it down, and then relaxed it. That was all.

Then a terrible phenomenon arises... called resonance.

Resonance can even easily destroy a cross-sea bridge, so a piece of specially made bulletproof glass skylight is just a small matter!

This is because Mo Qiuran is not yet proficient in using the ability of "Quicksilver" to keep other parts of the body in normal state except for the high-speed movement of the hands. It took some time to find the true resonant frequency.

In short, the bulletproof glass that was still connected by a thread was completely shattered in the last vibration of Mo Qiuran, but the broken glass just stayed still in the air and did not fall. Mo Qiuran unbuckled his seat belt slowly, stood up holding the precision shooting rifle, broke through the skylight, looked around, pushed away a few bullets, and exclaimed "Wow" in admiration.

This is a beautiful sight. There is no doubt that when everything is still, just like traveling in the world of photos, a wonderful feeling arises in the heart.

Only light can still faithfully enter Mo Qiuran's retina, and then form an image and react.

So...what if it's the same speed as light, or even faster than light, reaching a speed that even light can't catch up with?

What would that be like...?

In the static world, Mo Qiuran thought about this scientific question for a while, and finally chose to give up.

There will be opportunities in the future, but definitely not now.

Legend has it that when the speed is faster than the speed of light, one can travel through time, and time is something... so scary that Mo Qiuran doesn't even dare to think about it.

There are too many examples of speedsters playing with time and then being played by time... Whether it is true or not, at least now Mo Qiuran has nothing to do that requires him to travel through time.

What's more, he is still far from the speed of light!

So, he finally sorted out his thoughts, took out the precision-shooting rifle, held it, impatiently moved away a few bullets that were shot at him, aimed, and fired.

His movements were slow and methodical, like a waiter serving food to customers, except that he looked a little too handsome.

This dish is called death.

When the trigger is pulled, the bullet is slowed down to almost a standstill the moment it completely leaves the barrel. Mo Qiuran is not surprised by this. Kuaiyin's ability is extremely fast, and it can also increase the speed of the object it touches, so , it's not so much speed... Mo Qiuran thinks it's more time.

The bullet was normal in the precision-shooting rifle held by Mo Qiuran, so it could be fired normally. The moment it left the barrel, it would be out of the "accelerated" state.

Mo Qiuran pressed the freeze button on everything, and everyone in front of him was a still living target!

There were a total of sixteen shots, but no gunshots were heard because Mo Qiuran's speed was much faster than the sound.

After everything was done, he put away his gun, sat back in the car, and even moved the shards of glass to prevent them from hitting Chu Zihang and Fingel on both sides.

Then, the screen finally moved.

In what sounded like a single gunshot to everyone else.

All the armed men who showed their heads were hit in the forehead and died instantly!

This is extreme speed!

Chapter 4: Mo Qiuran and Uesugi Eryi's first meeting (k)