Chapter 158 The Scribe
The first time I got shot, I was paralyzed.
This time it's even worse, a bullet straight to the soul...
Meng Lang rubbed his cheek, struggling to emerge from the sudden shadow of death.
Who on Earth killed me?
Based on the description, it must have been a top sniper who took me out from a distance.
It doesn't matter who killed me; what matters is, who is the mastermind behind it?
There are plenty of suspects; since Changqing Biological has reached a level of global attention, it has surely disrupted the interests of many.
Not to mention something as sensitive as "over-frequency drugs" for military use.
Imagine, both sides are fighting a street battle, and just as one side is suppressing the other, someone injects themselves with a shot, and suddenly their speed, strength, and agility skyrocket.
Then it's a spree of one, two, three kills, ending in a frenzied massacre... and ultimately becoming invincible...
Who wouldn't break down in the face of that?