Assassination?

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The sound of Zhou Junkai's calling came from the neighboring room, apparently caused by excessive fatigue after cultivation.

The two had already fallen asleep. At this moment, they were in Kyoto.

"Report, the Enforcement Department intercepted the assassin targeting the freshmen a total of 981 times!" On the top floor of the Enforcement Department building at the National Defense University of Huaxia, a man in a suit reported to his superior.

"I feel like aside from Huaxia's SS-level, these assassins are worthless. Are they out of their minds? They tried to assassinate our SS-level 32 times without success... Those two kids from Yangzhou City were actually assassinated 6 times!"

Most of these assassins were low-ranking members of profit-oriented terrorist organizations from America and intelligence bureaus of other countries, but their strength far exceeded that of the freshmen.

Five years ago, due to the lack of written protection measures for the freshmen at the time, Huaxia produced an S-class. It quickly attracted dozens of assassins, although they didn't succeed, but the freshman was seriously injured. The Huaxia military had to send troops to suppress to save his life. The remaining freshmen were also assassinated by 20%, with about 90% of the freshmen seriously injured. On that day, the freshmen suffered heavy casualties, and the National Defense University also formulated protection measures for freshmen to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Qin Feng got up from bed and pressed the alarm that had been ringing incessantly. "Damn, stop bothering me!" Qin Feng wanted to sleep a little longer, but for the past six years, getting up at eight to grab food had become his habit, engraved deep into his biological clock, becoming a habit he couldn't change.

Qin Feng was about to wake up Zhou Junkai, who he thought was still asleep. He went to Zhou Junkai's room but found a figure sitting on the bed, surrounded by a projection of star maps. Then, the star map shattered and turned into energy flowing into Zhou Junkai's body. Zhou Junkai let out a roar towards the ceiling, waking up, but feeling like someone was following him, he stopped the flow of energy, lay back down and fell asleep, forgetting that he had already put on his training suit.

"You're pretty good at pretending." Qin Feng said coldly, frightening Zhou Junkai. "Who are you? Are you an assassin?"

"You actually broke through to the upper tier without me knowing, bro, impressive." Qin Feng flashed behind Zhou Junkai with his hands in his pockets.

"Wow, you know everything!" Zhou Junkai pretended to be angry. "It's almost time, let's go out and wait."

After Qin Feng nodded in agreement, he went back to his room to pack his things, put on the windbreaker from his closet, stepped out of the room, and saw a shadow covering the entire empty space. Qin Feng looked up and saw a helicopter hovering four meters above the ground. The cabin door slowly opened, and a rope ladder was thrown out from the open door.

"People from Kyoto..." Qin Feng glanced at the sign on the plane and the email reminder on his phone that the specialist had arrived, then climbed up the rope ladder.

Without hesitation, Zhou Junkai climbed up as well.

At the moment the cabin door closed, "Personnel in position," the pilot was reporting seriously. The next second after hanging up the phone, his smile became more and more sinister. "These two, worth ten million euros!"

Qin Feng obviously didn't know about this, sitting in the cabin of the helicopter, practicing the Phantom Knife Technique in his mind.

Zhou Junkai was still resting, but seeing Qin Feng taking advantage of this time, he had no reason to continue resting and began to practice his family's treasure — an S-class combat technique — in his mind.

"Reached the maximum specified altitude. Proceed with the operation?"

"Proceed. Proceed according to plan."

"Yes!"

Two hours later.

When they were dozens of kilometers away from Kyoto, a smell of oil smoke wafted over. Qin Feng, upon smelling it, had to leave his state of comprehension and quickly cover his mouth and nose. As he took in a breath of the foul air, he felt his meridians resisting the gas, but the gas infiltrated his body, making him feel numb.

At the same time, Zhou Junkai, beside him, also quickly snapped out of his state of comprehension, sneezing heavily, completely disregarding his image. "Damn, what's this smell, it's so strong!" As he inhaled, his limbs seemed to weaken, and he felt like he wanted to vomit.

"Poison gas!" Qin Feng shuddered suddenly. "Zhou Junkai, open the window!" He waved to Zhou Junkai beside him, while his other hand quickly grabbed a black dragon-shaped token from his pocket, emanating black energy. "It works indeed." Qin Feng quickly put away the token. By now, his body was also feeling shaky.

Zhou Junkai formed a shield around himself, trying to prevent the poison gas from seeping in, but his body was already weak.

Qin Feng saw Zhou Junkai's lack of response, gathered his strength, and struck the door connecting the passenger cabin and the cockpit with all his might. The door only trembled slightly, not shattering into countless shards as he had expected.

Two years ago, Qin Feng could shatter F-grade metal, and his current strength was several times greater than before.

"A pseudo-C-grade metal door!" Qin Feng was drenched in cold sweat. He had no weapons on him now, and his abilities seemed to have little effect under this poisonous fog. The lightning that used to be able to shatter second-tier lower level demon bears now felt more like weak electricity, even weaker than weak electricity, more like static electricity!

Zhou Junkai's giant rock phantom appeared behind him, kneeling on the ground, trying to support his weak body with his hands, panting heavily.

"This is... Lingering Incense, a must-have in every prison!" Qin Feng had been in prison several times for his offenses and knew about this substance that could make ordinary people weak and fatigued within its range, rendering abilities of superhumans ineffective!

Zhou Junkai was knowledgeable, and his family had a little private stash of Lingering Incense. Sometimes he used it to punish his subordinates for misbehaving.

"It depends on Zhou Junkai now. His family must have given him some spirit tools," Qin Feng shook Zhou Junkai, who had fainted, awake, and then took out his storage bag from Zhou Junkai's pocket, cutting a small wound on his finger and letting blood drip onto the bag, which then opened a gap.

Qin Feng rummaged through the myriad of spirit tools inside, not just a few, but billions!

Qin Feng randomly took out an instruction manual from inside, picked out a disposable wind attribute spirit tool, and took it out, opening the switch of the spirit tool. He injected his own limited energy into it, and a gust of wind gushed out from the crystal in the center of the spirit tool, focusing on the indestructible door. With the force equivalent to a full-force blow from a third-tier upper level being, under the impact of the wind blade, cracks appeared on the door;

On the second attempt, the crack grew larger, and soon the door, which was only a step away from C-grade material, began to crack as Qin Feng envisioned, and the poison gas spread out from the crack.

On the third attempt, Qin Feng decided not to continue driving. He injected a little bit of energy recovered from himself into the crystal, causing the energy inside the crystal to go out of control, leading to an explosion. At the moment before the explosion, Qin Feng dug out the core crystal from the spirit tool and stuffed it into the crack in the middle of the door. "Boom!" The door absorbed most of the explosion, turning into scrap iron, but it also caused the black smoke and the purple Lingering Incense to mix together and then cancel each other out.

"As long as we can escape from here, Zhou Junkai shouldn't blame me for anything!" Qin Feng shook the unconscious Zhou Junkai and went to the cockpit to take a look. The cockpit was filled with various bombs, and the pilot was holding a red button, with a parachute device ready on his back.

Qin Feng grabbed a short knife from Zhou Junkai's storage bag, infused it with his paralyzing lightning, and threw it at the pilot with all his strength.

"Hahaha..." The pilot laughed maniacally, as if he had gone insane, the moment before pressing the red button.

He knew he would not survive this operation. From the moment the two boarded the plane, he had prepared to die with them.

At the moment when the pilot's thumb was about to press the red button, the short knife with lightning cut off his finger, but at the same time, it pressed the red button, causing the bomb to explode!

The loud noise of the explosion completely woke up Zhou Junkai. "Qin... Qin Feng?" He found a rough scratch on his thumb.

"Zhou Junkai, lend me your spirit tool!" Qin Feng had read through Zhou Junkai's storage bag earlier, and all the information was already recorded in his mind. Qin Feng took out a spirit tool named Hundred Beasts Shield from it. Its strength could withstand a full-force blow from a third-tier lower level being. "Zhou Junkai, infuse energy into it!"

Zhou Junkai reached out his hand and infused a little energy recovered from himself into the Hundred Beasts Shield. At this time, the red light above their heads kept flashing, warning of danger to the passengers, but the light was of no use at this moment.

The Hundred Beasts Shield seemed to like Zhou Junkai's earth attribute energy very much. Rocks formed on the shield, and an energy shield spread out, enveloping Zhou Junkai and Qin Feng in a sphere. Then, dense rock crystals pressed tightly against the energy shield. In an instant, all the bombs were activated. Qin Feng and Zhou Junkai, wrapped in the rock sphere, only heard a rumble.

The explosion of the helicopter blossomed into a sea of fire at an altitude of 500 meters. From the sea of fire, something like a meteor was rapidly falling towards a deserted area near Kyoto.