Chapter 124 Chapter 124 The extremely efficient Mo Shiyu. ...

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In the banquet kitchen, a waiter in a black suit was humming softly as he placed the empty wine glasses he brought in into the sink.

He took the towel and dried his wet hands.

The scene of an international agreement signing became turbulent simply because of the appearance of one person. All parties were on high alert, but they did not dare to alert the enemy.

It has to be said that Mo Shiyu is now being treated like a terrorist.

He turned around and slowly walked out of the kitchen, then walked back into the banquet hall, carrying his plate.

Countless eyes were secretly focused on him. He yawned, and a faint teardrop mole under his eye gently curled his lips.

The clock ticked by, and soon it was seven o'clock. The bell rang, and the camera was focused on Councillor Jiuchuan who was in the front.

An old man with a dignified face, dressed in a kimono, and a foreign old man in a military uniform walked up to the podium step by step.

"This contract signing was broadcast live worldwide, and the news was released in advance." A young official looked at the screen with a bitter expression. "Now that the Nest Mother has come to disrupt things, should we broadcast it live or not?"

"Broadcast it! Why not?" another older official slammed his desk and cursed, "It's like we're so scared of him! Look at you all! The Nest Mother just showed her face and you're so scared! My three-year-old daughter is braver than you!"

No one present dared to speak.

Who wouldn't be afraid of the Nest Mother after watching that livestream two years ago? The young official dared not speak out, only to complain in his heart. They've already come to your door, and you still dare to livestream? Who knows if this world's most beautiful crazy woman will repeat the same livestream incident from two years ago?

After all, there are still some people who are sensible. They know that being embarrassed is a small matter, but live streaming is absolutely not allowed.

Even all the surveillance cameras in the venue were turned off, and everyone was almost observing the movements of the nest mother with their naked eyes.

In this way, even if Mo Shiyu uses his ability, he will not be able to kill everyone in an instant.

"It's already 7 o'clock."

The young official clung to the window, cautiously searching for the dark figure. He also looked at the two calm-faced dignitaries on the stage, "You two gentlemen are just hallucinations."

"We sent a sniper with superpowers to monitor him. Once his bullet locks onto a target, it will reach the target's body even if it breaks through time and space. He has never missed."

"He's an excellent sniper, 1,500 yards away, Nest Mother. Even with your treacherous abilities, is it possible that you could actually see him from over a thousand meters away?"

If you dare to show up tonight, be prepared to be caught in a trap.

Mo Shiyu had been wandering around the banquet for so long that he had completely stopped pretending. He gently swayed the red wine, leaned against the table, and quietly looked at the phantoms of the two big men signing the contract on the stage.

"Pollution hides enormous opportunities. While resolutely combating pollution, both countries are conducting in-depth research on its potential value and turning it into energy."

"Now, I declare that the Pacific Ocean Pollution Research Base is officially completed!"

There was warm applause from the audience that lasted for a long time.

He drank half a glass of wine in one gulp, his eyelashes drooping.

On the field are the power holders who have long been hiding behind the scenes, and off the field are the self-righteous speculators.

There were stealthy, dense footsteps outside the door.

Armed soldiers surrounded the site, and helicopters appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

"Team 3 is in place! Team 4 is in place!"

"Sniper in place, nest mother's location confirmed, requesting sniper permission!"

"license."

He straightened up, without dodging or avoiding, but turned his head and looked out the window.

At a distance of more than a thousand meters, through high mountains, distant woods and tall towers, the sniper lying in a car on the mountain road saw through the telescope that pair of smoky gray, non-human eyes slowly moving, and without any tools, they accurately met his gaze.

In an instant, the sniper's whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted, and it went numb.

He simply couldn't believe his eyes. There were more than a thousand meters between them.

How did he see me?!

The chief's urgent voice came from the headset.

"Sniper, shoot immediately! Do you hear the order? Answer immediately!"

At this moment, the sniper could no longer utter a word. Only overwhelming fear gripped his mind. He heard his own dying breathing and felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen.

The tip of his nose was instantly filled with the smell of blood. His trembling gaze slowly shifted downwards.

In his stomach, a hand as transparent as white jade tore open the mucous membrane of flesh and blood, and gently placed it in the pool of blood in front of him as if it had no bones, and wrote bit by bit with blood.

“Leave.”

"Okay, okay..." The sniper opened his mouth and trembled amid the strong smell of blood and dizziness and tinnitus, "Please let me go..."

"Great Mother..."

Mo Shiyu pulled off the wig, letting the smoky gray hair spread in the air, and chuckled lovingly, "This is a good child."

The entire military's radio system was in chaos.

"Sniper, the sniper is incapacitated!"

"Damn it, the Nest Mother has taken action!"

"How did he see it? Over a thousand meters away. Are his eyes radar?!"

"This is not something a human can do! This is a monster, a monster!!"

No one noticed that not far behind the sniper, a dark, slender figure in military uniform, with his hat brim held down, slowly retreated and finally disappeared into the darkness.

A nest mother never has more than one pair of eyes.

Mo Shiyu stood in the center of the banquet nonchalantly, but no one could do anything to him.

His tone was gentle, yet his voice was clearly heard by most people. "Pollution hides opportunities. The so-called opportunities are transforming it into thermal weapons and new weaponry for use on the battlefield. As long as pollution is kept within a controllable range, it will become the trend and trump card of future wars."

“Pollution represents the future, and this is the future.”

"All advanced technology will be used first for plundering." He narrowed his eyes, the trembling light from the roof reflected in his pupils. "Honestly, I'm not surprised by this development."

"But can you really control it?"

Mo Shiyu drank the wine glass in his hand, smashed it on the table, picked up a piece of the wine, and cut his palm.

"To all those who are ready to use pollution as a weapon in war, let me see if your technology can control this pollution. Can you represent the future?"

He opened his hand, and there was a bloody knife wound on his palm. Bright red blood, wrapped in a dark seed, came out of the wound and fell silently to the ground.

The seed began to grow wildly as it touched the ground, and its branches, with their fangs and claws bared, emitted thick black smoke. In a few breaths, it broke through the roof and the buildings, and grew into a huge black tree on the top of the mountain.

The pitch-black branches stretched out in all directions like blooming flowers, piercing those who were unable to dodge, piercing into their bodies to absorb blood, making gurgling sounds.

The guests at the banquet venue screamed in fear and everyone rushed out to escape.

The young official suddenly raised his voice, "High pollution level detected!"

The older official yelled at him, "Quickly control it! The whole world is watching. It's just a mischievous mutant! Are all the anti-pollution technology we've been researching for two years just for nothing?"

The only answer he got was the soaring numbers on the screen: "Uncontrollable! Uncontrollable!"

That night, the shrill sirens, the crashing helicopter and the terrifying shadows of the trees became the nightmare of everyone present.

The older official slammed his fist on the table and sat down dejectedly.

"Go report," he whispered. "Today's agreement was obstructed, resulting in heavy casualties... and forced to be suspended."

The young official replied "yes", stood up and stumbled out of the house.

His heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He couldn't quite process what had happened tonight as a terrorist attack.

"The Nest Mother... The Mother of Pollution."

"Everyone knows that you've been secretly controlling the pollution from spreading over the years. But how many people are truly grateful to you?"

"No."

"All people see are the interests behind it. Whoever gets the nest mother will be able to control pollution and control the future."

"You're trying to tell us that pollution can't be exploited?" the young official sighed inwardly. "But how can we curb human greed?"

"Your actions tonight, the many people you killed, aside from putting you in the spotlight once again, how long can they scare those in power?"

The young official could not see clearly the good and evil of the Nest Mother.

Because his methods are also radical and cruel, and his hands are already stained with the blood of innocent people, will the Nest Mother of evil desires bring opportunities or disasters?

The young official didn't know.

Perhaps the best outcome would be for the Nest Mother and pollution to disappear from the world together.

****

The night was like thick ink spread out, soaking into the river.

"Wooo-woo-woo--" The sound of sirens blaring as cars drove quickly up the mountain, one after another.

The moonlight scattered on the mountain road, and no one noticed that a small yacht was docked in the shadow behind the coast.

A figure emerged from the woods, dodging the passing vehicles and their headlights, flipped over the railings of the mountain road in the darkness, slid down the slope flexibly, climbed silently onto the prepared yacht, pushed open the hatch, and slipped into the cabin.

Moonlight poured into the cabin, shining on the visitor's long gray hair, rising in the air like naturally dyed smoke.

Mo Shiyu sat in the cockpit of the yacht, started the yacht skillfully, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out with his back to the mountain.

"Ha--" He yawned and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. The bloodstains on his palms were still oozing blood, leaving faint marks on his face.

"How many people died tonight?" he said to himself.

A group of speculators who sacrificed their conscience have died, and more people who pursue profits will stand up.

There is no end to war. His actions tonight may be meaningless.

Only one thing is certain.

He was indeed getting further and further away from the self in his memory.

He sailed to the middle of the sea far away from the shore, and was already far away from the scene of tonight's conflict. The air in the cabin was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It's too quiet.

Abnormally quiet.

Mo Shiyu turned around suddenly, and the next second his wrist was grabbed and he was pressed on the platform.

"Ha..." He laughed intermittently with a hoarse voice, "You idiot, why did you follow me?"

The black leather covering pressed against his ear said nothing, only reaching out with its other slender hand to cover his eyes with its leather-wrapped fingers.

"..." He made an indistinct sound slightly lower than Mo Shiyu's natural voice, and rubbed the silver metal buckle on his face against his neck, leaving a brightly colored mark on the skin that was easily stained.

"Let go...the boat is still moving." Not knowing what he was nervous about, Mo Shiyu lowered his voice and said.

The fingers that stroked him were long and strong, and when they were bent, one could even see the distinct joints on them.

The mask covered his hands, dug into the gaps between his fingers, and wrote words on his palms.

“Nothing has changed.”

“…” Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then slowly shifted his gaze and looked at the sea outside the window.

"One or two..." After a while, he sighed softly and fell on the ground, letting Fumian hold him in his arms. "I'm not that weak."

"You know, everything I do here tonight is secondary." He let out a low laugh, filled with uncontrollable sarcasm. "You're right, Fumian. I haven't changed. I can't be a great man. If it weren't for what I'm about to do, I wouldn't bother caring about the lives of the people in this world."

"My favorite is still..." He stretched out his fingers, stroked the face covered with black leather, and gently kissed the latter's face where the mouth should be.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

****

The toilet door couldn't be opened and was locked from the inside.

Kikyo asked the flight attendant to retreat to a safe place, then reached out and grasped the door lock. A few green vines stretched out from her sleeves and deftly drilled into the lock buckle, twisting the lock with a "click".

“…” The door opened silently.

There was a person standing in the toilet.

Hearing the sound, he slowly turned his head and looked at the person outside the door.

Kikyo thought he would see something horrible, but unexpectedly saw a normal person, "Co-pilot?"

The entire plane was filled with members of their family. Seeing that they were familiar faces, Kikyo relaxed a little, but still asked one more question.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't the stewardess knock on the door just now and there was no sound?"

The first officer removed his hand from the mirror and said slowly, "I'm sorry, Master Kikyo, I didn't hear you."

His tone was strange, and Kikyo narrowed her eyes slightly, "Why did you touch the mirror just now?"

"Well," the first officer said, turning his head to look in the mirror again, his voice slightly mechanical, "I saw someone I've been dreaming about. I was so happy that I couldn't help but want to touch him."

What does that mean? Kikyo glanced at the mirror. There was only the reflection of the co-pilot, nothing wrong with it.

The person who haunts my dreams...

This word has almost a fixed meaning among villains like the mafia. Kikyo's expression changed for a moment, but then returned to normal.

No, that person is stirring up trouble at the signing event in Japan. He doesn't have the energy or time, and it's impossible for him to know where they are.

what is going on?

But the next second, the co-pilot's eyeballs bulged and exploded, and blood spurted onto the ceiling.

"Mother..." The co-pilot took a step towards Kikyo, his voice intermittently calling out as he was about to die, "Look at me..."

He fell to the ground, his stomach bulging strangely, revealing the outline of something inside.

A certain sound started out softly and gradually grew louder and louder, becoming more and more obvious and harsher.

"Tick, tick. Tick."

Kikyo's expression changed drastically, and she turned and ran towards Bai Lan at full speed, "Master Bai Lan——!"

The next second, the plane exploded violently from the inside out, exploding like a fireball and instantly engulfing the entire plane.

A trace of remaining shadow was reflected in Bai Lan's suddenly raised violet eyes.

“Mom, you…”

I see. No wonder your true form showed up at the conference. You weren't trying to stop the Pacific Pollution Base from being built. You were just trying to divert my attention and then exact the same revenge on me...

Just to avenge the destruction of his family.

But is this possible?

Two big things in one night?

Mom, what secrets are you hiding?

Thick smoke and flames engulfed his body. Bai Lan laughed wildly and happily, and the Mare ring on his finger emitted a dazzling light.

"What should I do? Mom, you want to kill me, but I like you more."

****

The mirror has long been broken.

Two shadows stood on the streets of Tokyo.

The white-haired boy sat cross-legged on the ground, his head tilted to one side with an ambiguous expression. He watched the other person's reflection in the glass as he slowly wrapped the untied white bandages around him.

He looked at the all too familiar, gloomy, beautiful face wrapped in bandages.

"Xiao Yu..." Xiao Mo touched his face with his bandaged hand and let out a soft laugh from his throat.

"Tell me, did Bai Lan finally recognize the difference between you and me?"