Chapter 662 Even the IBI is Too Tough to Mess With, the Fortune Teller [10 Updates]
The experimental base is surrounded by a fortress, with a structure similar to the city where the Pazzi family lives.
The defense system is fully activated, and the weapons inside the fortress will also be turned on.
Once someone enters the attack zone of the defense system, they will be attacked indiscriminately, regardless of whether they are friend or foe.
The mercenaries were also terrified and their bodies went limp.
The defense system can only be operated by Manuel, and the fingerprint button is also located inside the experimental base.
It was obvious that Manuel sensed something was wrong and activated the protection system.
But they're still outside; wouldn't that mean they'd also be killed?
"Click, click—"
One after another, heavy firearms were set up, their cold muzzles pointed at the people outside the fortress.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The bullet exploded instantly, sending sparks flying.
Valence roared, "Everyone take cover!"
The agents were quick and agile, immediately finding cover, crouching down, and reaching for the guns at their waists.
However, Fu Yunshen didn't move at all, he just raised his hand.
A surge of immense internal energy erupted instantly.
It only took a moment!
"Buzz—"
All the bullets stopped steadily in mid-air just before hitting their targets.
A few seconds later, they lost their energy and fell down with a crackling sound.
That's not all.
Valence watched helplessly as those heavy firearms exploded one after another under the influence of powerful internal energy.
The more than two hundred firearms equipped in the fortress were reduced to scrap metal in just one minute.
They don't even qualify for recycling anymore.
Valence, who hadn't even drawn his gun yet, stared in disbelief: "..."
What kind of strength is this?
Is it something that humans can truly possess?
Fu Yunshen withdrew his hand: "I'm leaving."
Valence gripped his gun and followed.
Then, in a daze, he remembered something.
Li Xini mentioned that their commander was also a practitioner of ancient martial arts.
**
Inside the experimental base.
After activating the protection system, Manuel stopped there and continued his experiments related to poison.
Rather than benefiting humanity through medicine, he preferred inventing things that challenged human nature.
Manuel adjusted his glasses and mixed the potions from the two vials together.
He had just picked up a new test tube when the lab door was violently kicked open.
Before Manuel could react, there was a loud "bang" and the test tube in his hand exploded.
He looked up abruptly, startled, at Valence and the others who had burst in: "How did you get in?!"
The protection system was custom-made by the Taylor family from the NOK forum at great expense.
Once activated, it could absolutely wipe out 50,000 mercenaries.
Therefore, Manuel didn't take the external attacks seriously at all.
The experimental base was heavily fortified, and the Taylor family would have arrived long before anyone could even reach the core.
But now, not only have people broken in unscathed, but the Taylor family has also disappeared without a trace.
Valence stepped forward, grabbed Manuel's clothes, and lifted him up with one hand.
He smiled slightly, his eyes cold: "Professor, if you enjoy making poison so much, why don't you continue making it in prison?"
Fu Yunshen glanced indifferently at the medicine bottles in the laboratory, then raised his chin: "Put them all away and take them back with you."
The agents acted quickly, carefully placing all the vials into the secure container.
Manuel's expression finally changed.
He realized that everything he had asked his assistant to do had been exposed.
But those two bottles of poison were his masterpiece, truly capable of killing without leaving a trace.
Even if they failed to kill him, they would never be able to find out who poisoned him.
How come IBI has come knocking on our door in less than a day?
"No...you can't arrest me!" Manuel struggled to his feet. "Do you know how high my international standing is? If you arrest me without authorization, are you trying to undermine public trust?"
Manuel knew that once the IBI made a move, even the Taylor family couldn't protect him.
No international power would dare to oppose the IBI. Even some gray transactions are conducted in private and not brought into the open.
After all, the IBI is responsible for maintaining world peace and the safety of its citizens, and no one can guarantee that they will not be threatened by international criminals.
"What a coincidence, the other scholars should also know your true colors, Professor." Valence not only didn't let go, but gripped even tighter. "Sir, should we take him straight back to headquarters?"
Fu Yunshen raised his eyes: "Bring the people who studied with him back to headquarters for a thorough investigation to find the scapegoat. He handed them over to me first."
Manuel clearly had connections with people from the City of the World.
Moreover, it is 100% the evil force symbolized by the black skull.
"Yes, sir." Without saying a word, Valens tied Manuel up and kicked him again. "Behave yourself."
Manuel was drenched in sweat.
What happened? Did the Taylor family really give up on him?
“If you’re waiting for the Taylor family, don’t worry, they’re not coming.” Fu Yunshen leaned down. “Get some rest. If you can’t answer what I ask you tomorrow—”
He paused, then straightened up and said, "Take him away."
**
at the same time.
The Taylor family.
The Taylor family discovered this area as early as when IBI's private jet entered it.
But I didn't dare to take any action.
IBI!
What other international power possesses more weapons and equipment than the IBI?
Going against the IBI is only an option if the Taylor family wants to be destroyed.
The butler wiped his sweat and tentatively asked, "Master, are we just going to give up like this?"
Over the past decade, the Taylor family has invested at least 80 billion to 100 billion in Manuel's laboratory.
Experimental research is inherently very expensive.
Of course, Manuel did not disappoint them, inventing many new products.
But the most important experiment was only halfway done.
Manuel was arrested by the IBI, the experiment had to be stopped, and the investment was wasted.
The head of the Taylor family was ashen-faced, his fists cracking as he said, "What else can we do but give up? He brought this on himself and messed with the IBI!"
But at the same time, he was also very fortunate.
Fortunately, he hasn't taken action against the Venus Group's top executives yet; it's just part of his plan.
Otherwise, he would be the one tied up with the IBI now.
The head of the Taylor family waved wearily and went upstairs to rest.
**
It was not a peaceful night.
In a town near the capital of country J, there were only one or two streetlights, and the lighting was dim.
A young woman knocked on the door of a wooden cabin.
The door creaked open.
An aged voice rang out: "Come in, my Holly."
“Grandma.” Holly walked in, put down her bag, and tidied her hair. “Do you remember I told you last night that I went to a ball?”
“There were many elite people at that ball, and I saw two that I liked, so I came to ask my grandma for help.”
An old woman sat in front of the fireplace.
Upon hearing this, her eyes snapped open, revealing a dark green color.
His eyes were cloudy, yet they possessed a sharp, captivating light.
The old woman spoke slowly: "Who?"
"These are photos?" Holly pulled up two photos on her phone. "Grandma, can you help me see which one is easier to kill?"
These two photos are of Fu Yunshen and Caesar Laurent.
The old woman took the phone, squinted at it for a while, and said, "It's really good. Judging from their faces, both of them have very strong fortunes, and their descendants will not decline within a hundred years."
“Of course,” Holly smiled. “These two are currently two of the biggest giants in the business world.”
"Grandma will take a look." The old lady stood up and walked unsteadily to the cupboard to get the tools.
Holly was overjoyed: "Thank you, Grandma."
Holly never told any of her friends that she actually came from a family of fortune tellers.
After all, the fortune-telling industry has become so rampant with fakes in the 21st century that not many people believe in it anymore.
Real fortune tellers have long since retired to the background, and it is very difficult to find them in the market.
Holly's maternal grandmother was a highly skilled fortune teller.
However, it is true that the witch hunt that lasted for more than three hundred years in the Middle Ages caused countless deaths and injuries to diviners in O Continent.
Evil fortune tellers are called "witches".
Just as the fortune teller had predicted, all these witches died by the end of 1780.
Of course, innocent fortune tellers were also killed in this witch hunt.
It wasn't until the latter half of the 19th century that the field of fortune-telling barely recovered.
As technology advances, fewer and fewer people possess the talent for divination.
Holly did not inherit the old lady's talent for divination.
She only knows how to play regular tarot cards; she can calculate ordinary little things, but she can't change cause and effect.
The old woman returned to the table with the tarot cards and a yellowed book: "Which one would you like to see first?"
Holly pointed to Fu Yunshen's photo and said without hesitation, "Him."
(End of this chapter)
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