The black-clad bodyguard behind Roschel stepped forward and handed him a gold key about five centimeters long.
Roschel used the key to open the combination lock she was carrying, entered the combination again, and finally slowly opened it.
Inside were two vials of potions brimming with immense power, both preserved in brand-new syringes.
One vial is red, and the other is blue; both seem to emanate a very rich life force.
Roschel saw the greed on Heathley's face, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as she spoke:
"These two potions are the divine weapons, capable of transforming a D-level ability user into an S-level ability user overnight, or even stronger! The blue potion can generate an antibody in the body, making the success rate of injecting the red potion much higher!"
Hearing this, Heathley frowned and asked with some doubt, "Roschel, what are the chances of success if we don't inject the blue potion?"
“Less than one percent…” Roschel looked at him solemnly and shook her head.
"What?!"
"The odds are really that low?"
"So what is the probability of getting the blue potion injected?"
Heathley was immediately surprised. He knew that this potion could greatly enhance his strength, but he did not expect the success rate to be so low. If he were to die while trying to improve his strength, it would be a huge loss.
"Don't worry about that. The success rate of injecting the blue potion is estimated to be 80%, and there have never been any cases of failure!"
Roschel said seriously, but inwardly she was sneering. In fact, she was lying. Even after injecting the blue potion, the success rate was only one case, and the probability of confirmation was only twenty percent.
"Oh...that's wonderful!" Heathley was overjoyed and quickly took the briefcase from him. He gently stroked the two vials of potion with his large hand, his greedy eyes revealing itself.
If he can successfully use these two divine weapon potions, his strength will likely break through to the S3 level, or even higher...
"Hmm...not bad. I am very satisfied with this deal. The weapons you requested are all on my cruise ship, roughly equivalent to a regiment's worth of troops. That's enough for you to dominate the underworld in Africa."
Heathley closed the briefcase and then led Roschel and the others onto the cruise ship.
"call out!"
Suddenly, a small, sharp sound flew over.
"Damn it, there's a sniper!"
Heathley's expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely ugly. He raised his hand, and an ice-attribute power instantly erupted, freezing the bullet in mid-air.
"bite……"
Finally, the bullet fired from the sniper rifle fell to the floor.
Not far away.
A top-ranked assassin, number nine in the world, armed with an AWM, realized he had missed his target. Just as he was about to fire a second shot, he suddenly saw a human eye. He immediately abandoned his weapon, turned around, and fled at lightning speed.
"Damn it! Who is it?! Go and arrest him right now!" Roschel immediately roared in fury.
Heathley smiled calmly and said casually, "Heh, they're just a few insignificant little mice. Why bother with them? Some more powerful people might come later, and I need them to test my strength."
Sudden!
His head suddenly turned in one direction, his eyes blazing with boundless fighting spirit, and he murmured:
"Well done... Top ten assassins in the world!"
There stood a young man wielding a longsword imbued with internal energy. His face was chiseled, his deep eyes were unremarkable, and he had a few stubbles on his chin. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.
"It's him... Ye Aotian!"
Roschel's eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh dear... that wouldn't be fun. If it's just Ye Aotian, I'm afraid the other assassins won't come."
Heathley shook his head in feigned disappointment and spread his hands.
"Hurry...hurry up and kill him!" Roschel's face was very flustered. She pointed her big finger at Ye Aotian, who was slowly walking over from a distance, and ordered the other ability users.
Without any hesitation, several A-level ability users stepped forward and used all their skills.
The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth erupt at this moment.
"Gale... Death!"
Ye Aotian suddenly stopped, grasped the incantation, and gripped the longsword of internal energy in his hand tightly. The sword aura around him surged, stirring up a hurricane, which blew against the black and shiny blade.
Suddenly—
All five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth disappeared and dissipated. Hidden within the hurricane was a mysterious power that could withstand attacks from objects that resembled long-range targets.
"Take this!"
A sharp sword aura erupted, like the arrival of dawn, instantly overwhelming several A-level ability users.
In an instant, Ye Aotian appeared in front of several A-level ability users, and the terrifying sword light directly blasted their bodies apart.
They turned into blood flowers that fell from the sky, leaving not even bones behind.
Terrifying indeed!
Hidden in the air, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with shock. He hadn't expected Ye Aotian's strength to improve so quickly.
At this moment, he was already a master of the third level of the Heaven Rank, and the martial skill he had just displayed was extremely domineering.