But for some reason, the major adjutant had some doubts... whether that little kid standing on the bus, looking incredibly cool, driving a flying car straight into the deep ocean, was really going to die.
After this series of pursuits, Zhou Ziwei had unknowingly left an impression on the major adjutant, an image that was almost invincible and would never fall.
The major adjutant believed that if all six nuclear bombs exploded simultaneously, the bus would be instantly reduced to dust, and none of the people inside would survive. But... could the little boy standing on the roof, the amazing little boy who could easily take down several experts from the bio-special forces with a mere flick of his wrist, really be killed?
In fact, the major adjutant had already realized that the child was definitely not an ordinary person. He must be an extraordinary person with some kind of magical power, just like Spider-Man or Superman in the movies.
Or, before that, the major adjutant had simply regarded the exaggerated scenes in those movies as idiotic plots conjured up by a madman.
But now... when he witnessed scenes even more exaggerated than those in the movies, he finally believed... that there really are many extraordinary people in this world who are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
And what can't such an amazing person do? To make machine gun shells accurately hit the fuel tank of an airplane five kilometers away, to make a bus take off and fly freely like an airplane—is this really achieved with high technology?
It seems the general understood this as well, and that's why he issued such a mad order in his utter despair! But can he really pass on this order? He knows... passing on this single order will mean the deaths of thousands upon thousands...
"Didn't you hear me?" General Clavel waited a moment, then, seeing that the major was just staring blankly at him without any intention of carrying out the order, he suddenly flew into a rage. He glared at the major and said, "I ordered you to immediately relay my order: immediately assemble all the destructive ultimate weapons from all ground and sea units, and launch a devastating attack on that bus over the sea! That's an order, an order… do you understand? You… want to disobey my order?"
The major adjutant trembled slightly, then gritted his teeth, looked up at General Clavel, and said, "General... is it worth it? You should have already realized that those people don't possess any miniature tracking missile technology or anti-gravity technology. These are just things you've conjured up yourself, completely fictitious. But in reality... these things never existed, right? I know... you don't want to admit it. Because if it's true... then General, you'll have no way out. But facts are facts, whether you want to admit it or not, the facts won't change, right? In that case... why do you insist on taking your thousands of compatriots with you to their deaths? They are all innocent... they fought to the death because of your words, but at the last moment, do you... still insist on dragging them down with you? Is this... fair to them?"
General Clavel was slightly taken aback by the major's blunt words. Then, his old face quickly contorted with extreme madness, and he gritted his teeth, saying viciously, "Is this how you talk to me? Don't forget... I'm your superior. I'm the one who promoted you from a common soldier to the top. And you... now that you've grown up, who do you think you are? You dare disobey my orders now? You bastard... immediately relay my orders, or... I'll execute you on the spot for disobeying military orders!"
The major adjutant shook his head vigorously and said, "I'm sorry, General... You have indeed shown me great kindness, but... that's different from what we're talking about today. Even though you are a general, you can't treat the lives of millions of your men as a joke, as your own personal sacrifices!"
"Very well... It seems you're really afraid of death. You're even willing to disobey my orders for a mere chance to survive, is that it? Then I... I'll shoot you dead right now!"
As General Clavel spoke, he immediately drew his sidearm, pointed it at the major adjutant's forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation...
With a soft "click," the firing pin on the pistol flicked, but the expected gunshot did not ring out.
General Clavel was slightly taken aback, and then he saw the major adjutant sitting opposite him calmly draw his pistol and point it at his forehead.
"General... it seems your memory is indeed getting worse and worse."
The major adjutant sighed softly and said, "Have you forgotten? Because your memory has been gradually declining over the past two years, you often forget to turn off the safety on your gun, resulting in three accidental discharges in just six months. And since then... your gun has never been loaded with bullets. What are you going to use to execute me now?"
General Clavel was enraged to see his usually respectful and cautious major adjutant pointing a gun at his head. He immediately threw his empty pistol to the ground and jumped up to grab the gun from the major adjutant, but just as he moved, a sharp gunshot rang out...
"I'm sorry... General..." The major adjutant watched as the general he had served for so many years slowly slid down in front of him, his eyes vacant. He sighed softly and murmured, "It wasn't because I was afraid of dying that I disobeyed your orders. I just didn't want... didn't want so many people to die with us, especially... my brother. I can die, but... I won't let you hurt my brother... I'm sorry..."
After the major adjutant finished speaking, he slowly raised his gun again, pointed it at the cockpit ahead, and resolutely pulled the trigger...
The constant roar of the surging waves made Zhou Ziwei's mood extremely agitated.
He had been sitting silently on the rocks by the shore for a long time without moving.
This place isn't very safe, but Zhou Ziwei drove the bus across nearly 300 kilometers of sea in one go, which completely exhausted all the attribute-less energy in his body. Therefore, he had no choice but to let the bus land on this uninhabited island and stop temporarily.
After Zhou Ziwei slaughtered those inhuman monsters in one go, he encountered no further obstacles along the way. Although there were many naval ships flying the flag of the United States on the sea, to Zhou Ziwei's surprise, not a single person on any of them attacked him.
Since the other party wasn't going to make a move, Zhou Ziwei naturally wouldn't cause any more trouble or make things difficult for them. After all, while the Americans were indeed despicable, Zhou Ziwei would only vent his resentment on the high-ranking military officials, and he had nothing to say to the ordinary soldiers below him.
It's not worth getting angry at these pathetic bastards who only know how to follow orders from their superiors.
Zhou Ziwei originally wanted to escape from here first, preferably to find a place to settle these burdens, and then he would make a surprise return to kill the high-ranking military leader who commanded this arrest operation.
I really don't know which idiot is in charge. So what if a few foreign agents defected and... they stole a few water sprite seeds? Such a trivial matter, is it worth mobilizing so many troops, and even sending out those inhuman monsters? This is making a mountain out of a molehill!
However, just as Zhou Ziwei was considering this idea, he unexpectedly discovered that the only remaining plane in the air suddenly seemed to have lost control, spinning and plummeting down from the sky before crashing into an open area next to the dock and exploding with a loud bang.
Suicide? Hmph... You're smart, otherwise I would have made you wish you were dead.
Zhou Ziwei channeled a wisp of liquid soul power into his optic nerve, observing from afar. Only after confirming that the passengers on the plane were indeed dead beyond any doubt did he feel relieved, turn around, and fly away at top speed…
This is a very small island; the longest span of the island is probably less than three kilometers in diameter.
Moreover, the entire island is nothing but rocks, with hardly any soil to be seen, let alone any other plants.
So this small island is more like a large reef than a true island.
Otherwise, given its proximity to the northern M continent, this small island wouldn't be as desolate as it is now. Even the smallest island, if it had any development value, would have been sold to some wealthy individual by the M country government long ago, valued at a good price, to serve as their private property.
Zhou Ziwei spent most of the day soaking in the seawater, slowly absorbing enough attribute-free energy from the waves to replenish his middle dantian.
After such a powerful exertion, Zhou Ziwei felt that his middle dantian had been greatly expanded once again, and the amount of attribute-less energy it could hold was almost twice as much as before.
Zhou Ziwei simply didn't want to spend endless hours soaking in the seawater, even though that would allow him to replenish his energy faster.
However, he could also sit on the rocks, absorbing the energy from the sunlight, and at the same time, extract the energy carried by the sea breeze bit by bit and inhale it into his body.
Zhou Ziwei suddenly realized that he was like an all-powerful energy storage device. It seemed that any kind of energy from nature could be absorbed by his body and stored as attribute-free energy.
With his middle dantian expanding too much at once, Zhou Ziwei knew that it would take some time to slowly store energy using such a gentle method. He wasn't in a hurry anymore, so he simply had Xiao Xin contact the old leader again via satellite and ask him to send another group of people to pick them up and bring them back to China.
Although Zhou Ziwei has the ability to fly to the sky and go underground, it is not convenient to show such an earth-shattering thing in front of people all the time. He can't just use wind energy to control that bus to fly all the way back to the country, can he?
During this time, Zhou Ziwei tried to wake up the brothers of the Dragon Group several more times, but the result was the same as before. These people seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred for him. As soon as they opened their eyes, they immediately attacked without saying a word, as if they would not give up until they killed Zhou Ziwei.
It's obvious... these people have definitely been tampered with, their consciousness has been controlled, or... they've been subjected to deep hypnosis.
However, Zhou Ziwei's attempt to resist the inexplicable murderous aura in their minds using hypnosis had absolutely no effect.
This gave Zhou Ziwei a real headache. Right now, these people were all in his hands, and he could keep them in a coma for the time being. But what if they returned to China? He couldn't keep them asleep forever, could he? And once they woke up, he was afraid they would immediately transform into murderous maniacs.
It's important to understand that their target wasn't just Zhou Ziwei; they wanted to kill anyone they saw... Of course, there were exceptions among these fifteen people.
All the Dragon Group members, plus the four researchers, are now the closest of partners.
Zhou Ziwei once tried to wake all these people up, and then he would dive into the sea to hide. After they woke up, they would look at each other and seem to have a tacit understanding that they would never fight each other. Then they would jump up and chase after the few agents who had barely escaped death.
Zhou Ziwei felt that since he had known them for a while and had even fought alongside them, he should do his best to help them.
Otherwise... if they were handed over to the military after returning to China... Zhou Ziwei didn't have much respect for the level of those "experts and professors" in China. He estimated that if that were the case, the best outcome for these dozen or so poor people would be to spend the rest of their lives in a mental hospital.
However, it's important to know that these people are all elite special forces with exceptional abilities. Ordinary mental hospitals can't possibly contain them. And if they escape during a moment of carelessness, the consequences would be unimaginable. These people... aside from the four researchers, the eleven members of the Dragon Group are all formidable warriors capable of taking on thousands of men. If these elite special forces, who have completely lost their minds, were to storm into the downtown area... who knows how many people they would kill.
What the country needs now is a stable and harmonious situation, so naturally it will not allow such a horrific bloodshed to happen. Therefore... once it is discovered that these Dragon Group members have no possibility of being cured... their humane extermination will probably be inevitable.
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Ziwei finally decided to boldly experiment and directly invade the soul seas of these people with his own soul consciousness to see why they had become so fierce and violent, wanting to kill anyone they saw.
Exploring the depths of a person's soul is an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Normally, when Zhou Ziwei uses his soul power to probe a person's mind or hypnotize them, these are just superficial things. However, truly allowing one person's soul consciousness to enter another person's soul sea is an extremely dangerous thing.
If not handled properly, the person whose soul sea has been invaded will immediately become an idiot, and the person who rashly enters another's soul sea will also lose some of their consciousness energy.
It's important to understand that this consciousness energy is completely different from the soul power in the ordinary sense. Soul power is just an alternative form of energy, a vessel for a person's soul. Just like Zhou Ziwei is now, it doesn't matter how much soul power he consumes, as he can replenish it whenever he has the chance.
However, a person's soul consciousness is almost fixed and unchanging. A person's soul consciousness is basically limited, and any loss is a loss. Once the loss reaches a certain level, even if the person doesn't become an idiot, they will probably be like someone who lacks common sense.
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 567: The Second Consciousness
Zhou Ziwei certainly couldn't use the Dragon Group members for experiments on something so dangerous. Fortunately, there were also four researchers he had brought out from the underground biological research base. Zhou Ziwei didn't care about their lives at all. He had only thought that they still had some value and that they might be hiding some amazing secrets. With the mindset of "if one sheep is herded, the whole flock will be let go," he had rescued them as well.
Now that such a dangerous experiment is to be conducted, it is only natural to start with these American guys.
Although there were a few members of the Dragon Group that Zhou Ziwei disliked, they were still compatriots, weren't they?
Zhou Ziwei casually grabbed a middle-aged researcher with a full beard, placed him in front of him, turned the man over so he was lying face down on the cold rocks, and then Zhou Ziwei stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the back of the man's head.
Although Zhou Ziwei's soul power and soul consciousness can be transmitted remotely, it would naturally be easier to penetrate more directly.
The soul consciousness, carried by the power of the soul, slowly penetrated into the back of the bearded man's head, gradually delving deeper along the extremely complex network of nerves. It searched the man's brain for a long time before finally finding a dark spot deep within the brain that seemed like a bottomless pit, yet also seemed to not exist at all.
This tiny dot is almost invisible to the naked eye, and it is like a black hole. You can't feel it until you get close. Only when you get right up to the black dot will you suddenly feel a powerful suction force as vast as the deep sea within that tiny black dot.
Of course, this suction force only applies to the ethereal power of the soul; it has no effect on physical objects.
Zhou Ziwei was overjoyed, knowing that he had found the right place.
Everyone has their own soul, which is actually just a complex and special energy body hidden in the sea of soul. This sea of soul seems to exist in another space-time. Although it is hidden in a person's brain, it is only connected by a tiny point.
Just like Zhou Ziwei's own sea of souls, after his rebirth, through the continuous absorption of souls, his sea of souls has been expanded countless times, and the space inside has become astonishingly vast. However, no matter how much the sea of souls expands, in his brain it is still just a tiny, empty dot.
Otherwise, if his sea of souls were to undergo a transformation, and this tiny dot hidden in his brain were to double in size... then Zhou Ziwei's head would probably have been burst by this tiny dot long ago.
Feeling the strong suction emanating from that small point, Zhou Ziwei did not resist at all. He immediately followed the suction and let the faint wisp of his soul power, along with a trace of soul consciousness, "whoosh" into it.
What a cramped space...
This was Zhou Ziwei's first feeling after entering the sea of his soul. He had long been accustomed to the vastness and grandeur of his own sea of soul, so entering the sea of soul of an ordinary person naturally only made him feel cramped and stifled.
If Zhou Ziwei's Sea of Souls is a large stadium that can accommodate tens of thousands of people watching at the same time, then this bearded man's Sea of Souls is simply a small billiards room.
There are huge differences between the two, and they are not comparable at all.
However, before Zhou Ziwei could even express his feelings, he immediately felt a fierce and malevolent aura wash over him.
The intrusion of Zhou Ziwei's wisp of soul consciousness was like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil, immediately causing a violent reaction, which was exactly what Zhou Ziwei had expected.
After all, the sea of the soul can be said to be the most important part of a person, even more important than any other organ in a person's body.
After all, physical organs can be repaired or transplanted, but the sea of the soul represents a person's fundamental soul, which cannot be replaced. Once this thing is replaced, then that person is no longer the same person.
Even ordinary organs in the human body have a strong aversion to foreign substances, let alone the vital sea of the soul.
Every time Zhou Ziwei absorbed soul power from his sea of souls, it was pure soul energy purified by the Six-Syllable Mantra. Sometimes, absorbing too much at once could even have negative effects, let alone the intrusion of soul power like Zhou Ziwei's, which carried the original consciousness of its master. It would be strange if there wasn't a violent reaction...
However, when Zhou Ziwei scanned the area with his not-so-powerful soul consciousness, he was surprised to find that the source of the strong rejection reaction to his soul consciousness was not the bearded man's soul consciousness, but a strange red mist.
Although Zhou Ziwei's soul power had existed in this red mist form at a certain stage, Zhou Ziwei could clearly sense that the red mist filling the bearded man's sea of souls was definitely not a form of soul power; it was simply a pure, malevolent aura.
Whenever Zhou Ziwei inhaled an excessive amount of soul power, he would be troubled by a trace of malevolent energy in his sea of souls. Whenever this happened, he would have to stop whatever he was doing and concentrate on expelling this malevolent energy in order to restore his clarity of mind.
In reality, the amount of malevolent energy mixed into his sea of souls each time was only a tiny, insignificant amount.
Even the slightest bit of it would plunge Zhou Ziwei's consciousness into a state of frenzied agitation, while this bearded man's entire sea of souls was almost completely filled with this blood-like, viscous, ferocious aura.
No wonder this guy goes crazy like a madman as soon as he regains consciousness, wanting to kill anyone he sees... This guy... his entire sea of souls is filled with this bloody, malevolent energy, no wonder he can't recover...
The bearded man's soul consciousness and soul power had not completely dissipated. If they had truly vanished without a trace, then this sea of souls would have completely collapsed and disappeared, and these malevolent energies would naturally no longer be able to take over. However, the bearded man's originally very limited and pitiful soul power and soul consciousness were like a bullied child, cowering in a small corner of this tiny sea of souls, tightly squeezed in that small space, suppressed by the extremely violent malevolent energy, not daring to move even a little.
Therefore, when Zhou Ziwei's wisp of soul consciousness invaded, the most intense reaction to the invasion was not to Big Beard's own soul consciousness, but rather to that massive blood-red mist.
As soon as Zhou Ziwei's wisp of soul power entered, it was completely submerged by the surging crimson mist. The ferocious aura was like a highly corrosive liquid; once it enveloped Zhou Ziwei's wisp of soul power, it immediately began to erode it bit by bit, slowly assimilating Zhou Ziwei's soul power into the same ferocious aura...
Damn it...
When Zhou Ziwei sensed that fierce and malevolent aura was about to surge out of the sea of souls along with his wisp of soul power, he was slightly startled and decisively severed the connection between his original consciousness and that tiny, faint wisp of soul power.
In this way, he would probably be destined to lose this small portion of his soul power and soul consciousness.
The loss of this tiny bit of soul power was nothing to Zhou Ziwei; however, the loss of the trace of original consciousness attached to it was heartbreaking.
Once this thing is lost, it can never be found again. Although Zhou Ziwei had made preparations this time, the fact that it was actually lost in someone else's head still made him feel quite strange.