The strongest talent

In the small dormitory, Yuan Qing stabilized the mid-level fifth level, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the dinner invitation sent by Yang Chaowei at the first sight.

"Captain Yang's invitation message?" Yuan Qing read the message and frowned slightly.

After getting along with each other at Baiyun Base, I know a lot about Yang Chaowei. He is thirty-eight years old and has experienced the brutal battles in the last ten years of the Cataclysm. There was no Evolver Academy at that time. In his second year of college, he checked out his Evolution qualifications and joined the army. , all his skills were honed in battles. He followed the troops to launch counterattacks against mutant beasts, participated in the construction of survival bases, and served as a civilian cadre for a period of time.

However, the invitation text message sent this time was somewhat inconsistent with his position as company commander and college degree. The tone is very affectionate, but somehow it looks weird - Xiao Yuanzi, come out for a drink with your brother, see you at Jingxi Bar in the northwest suburbs!

"Something's wrong." Yuan Qing frowned more and more.

The soldiers most often go to the Wolf Warrior Bar opened by Luo Ershao, and Yang Chaowei and his brothers from the special battle company attend the celebration ceremony together and live in a military guest house. Why go to a place so far away in the northwest suburbs? There is also the title "Little Yuanzi". Captain Yang has never used it. When joking, he would call him Iron Man. Professor Yuan has definitely never called him Xiao Yuanzi!

"What the hell is going on?" Yuan Qing thought for a while and dialed Yang Chaowei's communication number.

The call got through, and it rang ten times. No one answered until it automatically prompted that the communication had timed out.

"Something happened!" Yuan Qing's heart tightened, and he shouted in his heart with almost no hesitation: "Zhi Nao, check it out!"

Yuan Qing didn't say what to check, but Zhinao instantly understood what Yuan Qing meant - to check Yang Chaowei's location.

"Yuan Qing, Yang Chaowei is the commander of the special operations company and has a special status. To check his geographical coordinates, we must use the Trojan horse in the Qijia satellite base." Zhinao reminded: "I can break through all firewalls within three minutes, but I can't guarantee whether the Trojan will be discovered."

Yuan Qing shook his head and said in a deep voice: "If the Trojan is gone, it can be implanted again. Check now!"

Fortunately this time, the Trojan was not exposed. He quickly overcame the satellite base's authority blockade and found Yang Chaowei's location in just 2 minutes and 47 seconds. That is "Tianjing Jiayuan" in the northwest suburbs. The name is not unpleasant, but in fact they are old residential buildings that are about to be demolished. It is one of the few residential areas that survived the catastrophe.

"Yuan Qing." Zhinao's survey coordinates were very accurate, but he still emphasized: "This is Building 16. The floor cannot be checked. You..."

Before Zhinao could finish speaking, Yuan Qing had already rushed out of the small dormitory. He didn't even close the dormitory door. As he ran, he took out a high-efficiency recovery potion from his belt buckle and put it in his mouth. He rushed out of the dormitory building in just a few steps. Almost turned into a gray line.

It is now close to eight o'clock in the evening. There are students and couples in the academy talking about each other on the playground, and there are also teachers scattered on the quiet tree-lined road. They only see a looming figure rushing outside the academy like a strong wind. Only a few masters are strong. Only a patient could barely see clearly that it was the most recent celebrity, the recipient of two blue star badges, Assistant Teacher Yuan.

Yuan Qing's figure was like lightning, and real thunder and lightning flashed under his feet, exploding at the ultimate speed that he had been able to reach since reaching the middle of the fifth level. He did not take a taxi because his speed was much faster than that of a taxi; he avoided the endless traffic and the bustling crowds of people in Kyoto, ran and jumped from the top of buildings, and moved in a completely straight line, heading straight to Tianjing Garden. .

The Kyoto base is too big. Tianjing Jiayuan is a full 130 kilometers away from Kyoto College. Yuan Qing was almost soaked with sweat. He rushed downstairs to No. 16. He didn’t need to know which floors and households were at all. He just sensed it a little and immediately The distinction was clear - there were two corpses in the west door on the top floor of the second unit, including Yang Chaowei!

Whoosh!

Yuan Qing jumped up and rushed up to more than 40 meters, completely parallel to the 16th floor. Then he reached out and grabbed the window edge. His tyrannical body directly smashed the metal guardrail and tempered glass, broke through the window, and landed in a whirlwind. He rushed into the living room normally.

On the ground, the two corpses were still a little warm, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, staining the living room floor red.

"Crunch, crunch..." Yuan Qing was gritting his teeth!

Yang Chaowei and Qi Tongyong, one is a comrade in life and death, and the other is related to the "Desert Assassination" incident; Yuan Qing has only seen Qi Tongyong's photos, not the real person. Even during the morning celebration ceremony, he only saw them from a distance. After a quick glance, there was no further contact.

However, they died here at the same time, being attacked from the front, with almost no scars visible on the surface. However, Yuan Qing only made a slight inspection and immediately felt clearly that their hearts were blasted, and their internal organs were all shattered. He is definitely a strong person above the holy level, and he can kill him with one move!

"Gulu!" On the ground, Yang Chaowei's "corpse" seemed to feel Yuan Qing's body temperature. His throat moved, and a stream of blood foam mixed with internal organ fragments came out of the corner of his mouth again.

Yuan Qing's heart was shocked, and his movements were almost faster than lightning. Without any hesitation, and he didn't mind being dirty, he spit out the highly effective recovery potion in his mouth, then leaned down, mouth to mouth, and sucked out the dirt from Yang Chaowei's mouth. Blood; the same potion was quickly stuffed into Yang Chaowei's mouth.

"Yuan..." Yang Chaowei opened his eyes a slit and saw Yuan Qing's blood-stained face. He grinned with a wizened smile and his eyes were slightly moist. He seemed to be about to say something, but when the corner of his mouth moved, his organs began to exert force. , more blood foam gushes out from the mouth, and the high-efficiency recovery potion that has just been stuffed in has just melted into a small amount and rushes out.

Yuan Qing's eyes were hot and red, and his heart was like a knife.

He was injured too badly, and now it is just the last flash of light, or in other words, it is the strong will that is supporting the remaining life of him. Even if he takes the recovery potion, it can only make his death slightly more comfortable, and he won't even be able to enjoy the final "comfort"!

Yang Chaowei didn't try to speak anymore. His right arm trembled slightly, as if he was about to raise his arm.

"Brother Yang." Yuan Qing instantly guessed what Yang Chaowei was going to do, grabbed his right hand, helped him lift it up, and dipped some blood on his hand. After doing all this, Yuan Qing's heart ached unbearably, and tears burst out unsatisfactorily: "Brother Yang, I'm here, I'm here, who is the murderer, tell me, tell me!"

Yang Chaowei's bloody fingers moved slowly in Yuan Qing's palm, writing stroke by stroke with great difficulty. Writing, writing... His arms began to feel heavy, and his eyes gradually dimmed. The last trace of nostalgia for the world, as well as the guilt and nostalgia for the past, were forever fixed in Yuan Qing's eyes.

His life breath had almost completely disappeared, and now there was not a trace left. Even his extremely strong will could not allow him to finish writing his last words. He never closed his eyes, and at the end of his life, he just wrote three words: "Be careful, king..."

I don’t know if I have exhausted all my strength, but the last word "王" is very small. The small one is pitiful. The small one is like all the living beings in this world. In the eyes of those high and mighty people, the small one is even worse than an ant. Yang Chaowei, the eighth-level peak fighting master and commander of the special operations company, died just like that, in front of Yuan Qing's eyes, beside his comrades, and in his brothers' arms.

Yuan Qing held Yang Chaowei's gradually cooling body, looked at his face full of regret and guilt, looked at this once extremely vivid face, looked at the three crooked words in blood in his hand, his heart ached so much that it almost bled. His eyes were already red with anger.

"Check, check it for me!" He screamed in his heart: "Zhi Nao, check it for me. In the entire China, there are several saint-level powerhouses in the Kyoto base. Who is named Wang? Their traces, itineraries, activity areas, all Check for me and find him for me!"

Zhinao didn't make any sound, and even Ting, who was always considerate, didn't say anything.

It's just the word "王", there are too few clues. Maybe it's a certain king, maybe it's a strong man named Wang, or it may be a reminder to Yuan Qing to pay attention to the safety of a certain king - this king may be The King of Siberia may also be the King of Yadonggara, the King of Nanhai Dongyang, or even the King of Heijiang and the Ghost Ape King.

All kings who do not belong to the Chinese military are the targets of the hawks' eradication. Their ambitions are extremely crazy!

"Check it for me, why not?!" Yuan Qing knew everything in his heart, but he was still roaring in his heart; tears rolled down his face, and he hugged Yang Chaowei's already cold body and refused to let go - he had been It was already reminding him, and he deliberately made a loophole in the text message to remind Yuan Qing that he could not attend the banquet and not come.

Yuan Qing could even guess that Yang Chaowei, like Qi Tongyong, belonged to the Chinese hawks. But they deserve the title of "warriors". No matter what ideals they hold, they are heroes of China and Yuan Qing's comrades-in-arms. They don't deserve to die!

"Yuan Qing." Deep in her mind, Ting spoke slowly, being careful not to touch Yuan Qing's pain: "Captain Yang's body needs to be disposed of, as well as the body of this soldier. Their identities are not simple. You have to take them." It’s a good idea.”

Yuan Qing's face was full of tears, dripping down on Yang Chaowei's face; he endured the grief, arranged Yang Chaowei's appearance, carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at his face for a long time, then closed his eyes and whispered in his heart He said: "Zhi Nao, put Captain Yang and Qi Tongyong in the biochemical laboratory temporarily. They will not decay at all. We will deal with them after tomorrow."

On the right arm, the six-pointed star pattern lit up slightly, and the bodies of Yang Chaowei and Qi Tongyong disappeared out of thin air, entered the biochemical laboratory, and were stored in a biological prison, without any change even after tens of millions of years. Ting was a little confused, but didn't dare to ask - why did it have to be dealt with after tomorrow?

"Because the timing is unlucky." Yuan Qing and Ting have merged perfectly. Even if she doesn't ask, Yuan Qing will still know as long as she has this idea. His voice was low and his expression was extremely complicated: "Tomorrow is Lin Qiaoyin's concert. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. I don't want them to know about Captain Yang's death now, and I don't want to ruin their good mood."

Neither Zhinao nor Ting said a word, but Yuan Qing endured the pain alone, slowly leaving this empty and dilapidated residential building, recalling the three bloody words in his hand. Beware of the king, who are you being careful about, or whom are you trying to be careful about?

"The only one who has the closest relationship with me is the King of Siberia. Captain Yang may have reminded me that someone wants to assassinate the King of Siberia. However, I am not familiar with the King of Siberia himself. Although it is very late now, this matter is too important, so I still contact him Princess." Yuan Qing thought silently for a while, raised his wrist, quickly operated on his smart watch, and dialed the number of the Princess of Siberia.