As many people probably guessed, Wright seduced the Japanese not because his sexual prowess satisfied him, but because his bio-missiles required raw materials.
His raw material was the very thing he had just eaten through another mouth. This is why Wright would lure a Japanese man into the woods at this time. That way, they could blame it on the Chinese, saying that the Chinese attacked the camp and killed Sanada. Although everyone probably knew in their hearts that he was the one who did it, the Americans wouldn't make a fuss, and the Japanese didn't dare to make a fuss. Wright was quite sure of this. This wasn't the first time he had cooperated with the Japanese, nor was it the first time he had a Japanese temporary lover.
He just didn't expect that there would actually be Chinese people here waiting to carry out a despicable terrorist attack. In his mind, Zhang Lei, who was being chased and was now all alone, should run as far away as possible, and then gradually exhaust his strength under their car and plane chase, becoming his new collection.
However, Zhang Lei had no sense of responsibility towards the collector, and he showed no compassion or consideration for the owner of the collectible.
"Pah!" Zhang Lei spat inwardly. Even if I were gay, I wouldn't like a hairy gorilla like this. That wouldn't even be gay; that would be bestiality, which would get me banned on Qidian.
Zhang Lei actually had several opportunities to kill him. As mentioned before, Wright was incredibly weak in close combat, but Zhang Lei wasn't confident he could prevent him from screaming. If he screamed and attracted attention, it would be very difficult to escape the Japanese ninjas at such close range.
More importantly, although artillery shells cannot be fired at such close range, there is still a possibility that the artillery could detonate the shells, and Zhang Lei did not want to become a casualty of the explosion.
Zhang Lei also grew up in battle. If someone had told him half a month ago that he could control the enemy's breathing in battle and prevent them from making a sound, Zhang Lei himself probably wouldn't have believed it.
But Zhang Lei has done it. For Americans, face isn't as important as it is for the Chinese, and they certainly don't have the twisted Bushido of the Japanese. It's impossible for them not to call for help in a dangerous situation. Besides, if Wright had just given him a little distance, he would have had a way to bury this wretched Chinese brat here.
But now, he can't even utter a high note. Every time he tries to shout, Zhang Lei's attack hits him right in the right spot. He either has to shout and die, or swallow his voice and take a breath to deal with Zhang Lei's attack.
Although Zhang Lei didn't manage to completely silence him, he did manage to nip any sound in the bud, making it sound at most similar to his previous feigned moans.
Wright was naturally extremely anxious. The more he persisted, the more his internal energy was consumed. To withstand a close-quarters melee combat ability user required at least several times the internal energy of an ability user, let alone such a domineering self-monitoring ability user. With almost every attack, Wright had to use his maximum internal energy to make up for the difference between the two. This is why Wright had to replenish and mobilize his internal energy every time. Normal mobilization did not require special breathing coordination, but normal mobilization was definitely not enough to stop Zhang Lei's punch.
Of course, Wright himself preferred to call it "fighting spirit," but no matter what it's called, the essence is the same, only the application is different. In fact, there are many schools of internal qi in China, and they are not entirely the same.
Zhang Lei was also anxious, but there was nothing he could do. The longer the time dragged on, the greater the chance that others would come to check. But this hot tofu was not something that could be eaten in one bite.
One reason was that he didn't want him to scream in agony, but another reason was that Zhang Lei was genuinely afraid of his bomb exploding. After all, many superpowers can be activated with a single thought, and for his own safety, it would be best to drain his internal energy so that he couldn't use his superpowers, although that was extremely difficult.
Episode 3: The Bloody Road to Growth, Chapter 66: Borrowing a Chicken to Lay an Egg (Part 1)
Zhang Lei's survival on the first two occasions could be attributed to luck, but this time Wright was not so lucky.
Zhang Lei is not seeking anything else now; stability is the top priority. It can be said that as long as no one disturbs him, Wright is doomed.
Wright was clearly not so lucky; his American companions would help him fend off the Japanese bastards who dared to interfere, and those Japanese bastards wouldn't be so ungrateful, though Wright now wished they wouldn't be.
Wright's superpower is also very difficult to handle. Using it once will basically cripple a man. A man's penis is not like a leek, which can grow back after being cut off.
Moreover, Wright's ability only guarantees the reduction of one man; whether it will create an extra transvestite depends on his mood. The power of completely draining the bio-bomb is greater. It is precisely for this reason that Wright was transferred to carry out foreign missions. Americans value human rights, but in their view, all Americans are human beings.
Wright had experimented with this, but it was clear that animals did not have the special structure of the human body. Even if some animals had stronger sexual abilities, they could not be converted into biological missiles.
At this moment, Wright felt as if his chest was about to explode. There was nothing he could do about it; no one would feel good after repeatedly pushing themselves to their maximum limit so many times.
Battle aura differs from internal energy. In the East, internal energy primarily utilizes the lower dantian, with the middle and upper dantian only used in a few rare techniques. In the West, battle aura primarily utilizes the middle dantian, while some magical abilities often utilize the upper dantian.
If it's internal energy, then at this point it won't be a feeling of fullness in the chest, but rather a severe abdominal pain.
Assuming nothing changes, Wright understands that his fate today is likely to be to die from a chest explosion, which is probably exactly what that wretched Chinese brat wants to do.
Every human being has a bit of pride in their bones, especially someone like Wright who has always been at the top of the pyramid. Even an ordinary person would fight back desperately if they were facing certain death.
Wright had been holding onto a sliver of hope until now, but as time went on, that hope dwindled, so naturally he was determined to fight to the death.
In any case, the battle qi needed for this final activation of the superpower must be reserved.
Wright wasn't too worried about whether his ability could hit Zhang Lei; as long as he made a move, the speed of his missile was guaranteed. However, he was concerned that he might get caught in the crossfire if the distance was too close.
He himself is not immune to this bio-missile, a fact that even a superpowered person would know without experimentation. He has fought many people and seen many examples, but he simply doesn't have the courage to try it himself.
The more you see, the less courage you have. Every person who gets shot ends up having someone help them commit suicide. You can imagine the pain they suffer. The important thing is that once you're shot, you no longer have the chance to commit suicide yourself.
Everything seemed the same as before. Zhang Lei still interrupted his attempt to call out and forced him to use his full strength, but the result would definitely be different.
A strange smile flashed across Wright's face, a mixture of smugness, desolation, and a hint of bitterness. Suddenly, ignoring Zhang Lei's hand that was about to strike his chest, he raised his hand.
A smile also flashed across Zhang Lei's face, but it was clearly much more cunning. After such a long time without making a move, Zhang Lei could basically deduce Wright's thoughts from his expression. Zhang Lei had always enjoyed figuring out what others were thinking.
Take gun shooting as an example. It's actually easier to dodge gunfire at close range than at a certain distance, even though the bullet travels a shorter distance and takes less time. That's because while bullets are fast, it still takes time for a person to raise their hand and pull the trigger, and for a true expert, that time is ample.
Zhang Lei was considered a master. Although Wright raised his hand very quickly, it was still far from enough for Zhang Lei, who was good at close combat. Zhang Lei crouched down and crawled under Wright's arm, his palm already pressed against Wright's chest.
Wright couldn't stop now. He hadn't expected Zhang Lei, who hadn't reacted to any of his feints, to suddenly dodge his seemingly useless raised hand.
That's right. His previous gestures didn't elicit a reaction from Zhang Lei because he was being led by the nose by Zhang Lei. His hands would be forced to go back to defend halfway through.
For this reason, he always seemed somewhat hesitant when he made a move. But this time, his move was so decisive and much faster than his previous attacks that it was impossible for Zhang Lei not to notice.
Zhang Lei's hand on his chest didn't exert any force. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. How could such a good thing be wasted?
Therefore, without Wright noticing, he had already moved his position so that his back was to their camp, just waiting for Wright to fight back.
Since we can't stop it, we might as well guide it in a direction that's in our favor. Besides, we only managed to kill two people in one trip, and one of them was killed by the guy in front of us. It seems a bit pointless.
Wright didn't have time to retract his powers. He tried to clench his fist so the missile would hit his fingers and explode in his palm. But Zhang Lei gently pinched the base of his thumb, and all his efforts were in vain. He could only watch as Zhang Lei subtly adjusted his arm, pointing his palm at the distant camp.
The missile was launched, and Zhang Lei didn't even check the effect. The hand behind his back, which was pressed against Wright's chest, finally exerted its force, and violent internal energy molecules rushed into Wright's chest.
Perhaps because this place is also considered a dantian, Zhang Lei's internal energy did not explode between his skin and flesh, but instead penetrated inside.
Wright's chest was being stretched larger and larger by these frenzied saboteurs, and Zhang Lei, despite trying his best to escape, was still covered in fragments from the exploding balloons.
Zhang Lei ripped a piece of lung off his head and flung it away violently. "Damn it! I need to go wash again. I just took a shower!"
This is not a good thing. The smell of blood will not only easily reveal Zhang Lei's whereabouts, but will also attract some bloodthirsty mosquitoes and some wild beasts. Although Zhang Lei can deal with them, it will definitely affect his schedule and waste his internal energy.
But Zhang Lei didn't have any spare clothes. Was he supposed to wash his own clothes? That was something Zhang Lei disliked the most.