Others might be afraid of these advanced, specially made handcuffs and leg irons that could instantly electrocute someone, but they posed absolutely no threat to Zhou Ziwei. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were a kind of tonic for him.
Since being shocked by the stun gun last time, Zhou Ziwei has become basically immune to electrical energy. He can even replenish his depleted soul power by absorbing electric current.
The reason Zhou Ziwei never used this method to replenish his soul power was because he was worried that taking in too much electrical energy would dilute his soul power and make him act strangely.
However, that was just a worry after all. No one could guess whether it was really the case before trying it out.
However, Zhou Ziwei was certain of one thing: if he only occasionally absorbed a small amount of electrical energy once or twice, it should not have much impact on the composition of his soul power.
Zhou Ziwei was still somewhat troubled by the lack of soul power, so the handcuffs and leg irons delivered to him were just the right thing to provide him with powerful energy at any time. So... why should he be polite?
Without a word, Zhou Ziwei immediately bent down, picked up the handcuffs and leg irons, and gently cuffed them to himself. Then he held them up and waved them gently in front of Sun Xiaoyu to indicate that he had put on the handcuffs and leg irons.
However, this slight shaking immediately triggered the inductive reactor on it, and a blue light instantly emanated from the handcuffs, striking Zhou Ziwei's wrist with a soft "sizzle".
"Ah—" Zhou Ziwei exclaimed in surprise, his arms trembling violently, and his face turned even more pale.
"Sigh..." Seeing this, Sun Xiaoyu could only sigh helplessly and said, "I'm sorry... Mr. Zhou..." As she spoke, she took out a small, electronic car key-like object from her pocket, pointed it at Zhou Ziwei, and gently pressed it. Then, even thicker blue electric sparks suddenly shot out from the handcuffs and entered Zhou Ziwei's wrists...
Zhou Ziwei screamed again, this time his whole body convulsing violently. A moment later, his body swayed and he fell straight down...
"Hoo—" Seeing Zhou Ziwei finally collapse, Sun Xiaoyu let her arms fall limply, letting out a long sigh. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly walked to Zhou Ziwei, extended a slender, cold hand, and gently stroked his cheek. Then she sighed softly and said, "I'm sorry... I didn't want to do this, but... I really had no choice... But I will do my best to protect Xiaofei. She's just an innocent pawn, and I won't let her suffer too much..."
After saying that, Sun Xiaoyu stared blankly at Zhou Ziwei for a moment before quietly taking a long burlap sack and stuffing Zhou Ziwei inside from head to toe, then tying the sack tightly shut.
Lifting the sack with both hands, Sun Xiaoyu forcefully threw Zhou Ziwei off the roof of the ten-story building...
"Damn it...is this woman crazy?"
Zhou Ziwei was obviously faking it from the very beginning. The tiny electric current emanating from the handcuffs was barely enough to knock him out, let alone actually knock him unconscious. But since Sun Xiaoyu was doing this, he figured if he didn't cooperate and pass out, who knew what other tricks they might come up with?
Since he hadn't seen Liu Xiaofei yet, and didn't even know where they were hiding her, Zhou Ziwei didn't dare to immediately turn against them. So he simply pretended to be subdued, hoping that he could successfully infiltrate their hideout. If he could find Liu Xiaofei there, that would be even better.
In that case, Zhou Ziwei would have no more scruples and could directly eliminate that damned Dr. Hong, thus removing a potential threat.
Zhou Ziwei never expected that after cooperating with Sun Xiaoyu so diligently, she would do something like this in the end, picking him up and throwing him off the building... This was more than ten stories high... Although Zhou Ziwei's body was very strong, it didn't seem to have reached the abnormal level of a giant. Falling from such a height, without any precautions, Zhou Ziwei estimated that he wouldn't die from the fall, but he would probably be half-dead.
Fortunately, Zhou Ziwei carried his force field with him at all times, so he didn't need to control it. Because of the connection between the force field and his soul power, the force field would naturally follow him like a shadow.
At this moment, Zhou Ziwei only needs to use his mind to inject a large amount of soul power into the force field space, and then let it catch his body below. Then he will be completely safe from any accidents. Even if there is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire below these dozen floors, no one can hurt a single hair on his head.
However, Zhou Ziwei's current soul power reserves are extremely low, and he is reluctant to waste too much of them. If he had immediately summoned a force field to catch him when he was thrown off the building, the soul power he would have had to consume when falling to the ground from that height would have been considerable.
In that case, he might as well wait until his body is about to hit the ground before using this life-saving technique.
However, before Zhou Ziwei had even reached halfway down the slope, he heard a clear roar of a car engine coming from the street below. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately contacted the souls of several nearby Kun pets, using their sensory systems to look down. Sure enough, he saw a heavy garbage truck slowly approaching from the direction of the building. After a quick calculation, he realized that the truck would be exactly seven or eight meters above the ground when it reached his final destination, causing him to fall precisely into the truckload of trash…
Damn... who came up with this idea? How could they be so wicked...?
Now Zhou Ziwei understood that Sun Xiaoyu hadn't really intended to kill him when she threw him downstairs; it was merely a way to escape potential police surveillance.
Moreover, Sun Xiaoyu wasn't the only one carrying out this plan. Right across from this building, on another newly built building, just moments before Zhou Ziwei was thrown off, someone threw a large, still-new-looking wooden bed directly off the roof, where it landed with a deafening thud.
If police officers had been following Zhou Ziwei and monitoring the area, the astonishingly loud bang from the building across the street, and the enormous object falling from the sky, would have immediately drawn everyone's attention. Zhou Ziwei was then silently thrown down just as quickly, and it's unlikely he would have been noticed by anyone else.
Even if someone happens to see it occasionally, they might just think someone is throwing trash downstairs.
Many residents in this apartment building are currently renovating their homes, and some people, in order to save trouble, frequently throw garbage directly out of their windows. This phenomenon is rampant and cannot be stopped. At this moment, Zhou Ziwei is stuffed into a rather tattered burlap sack, and at first glance, it would probably be difficult to distinguish him from the garbage.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwei decided not to waste any more of his remaining soul power. It seemed that the truckload of garbage was quite soft, and even without any protective measures, Zhou Ziwei would not die from falling on it... at most, it would just be a little disgusting.
With a soft "thump," Zhou Ziwei, a grown man, was thrown into the trash without making much of a sound. The trash consisted mostly of white plastic bags, and their softness was comparable to the inflatable cushions used by police officers to rescue people who had jumped to their deaths.
If an ordinary person fell from a height of more than ten stories, even if they landed on this garbage truck, they would probably suffer a concussion or cerebral hemorrhage. Zhou Ziwei's physical condition is naturally not much different from that of an ordinary person jumping from a height of one or two meters.
However, the speed of the fall was not slow, which allowed Zhou Ziwei to directly separate a large amount of trash and sink directly into the encirclement of it...
A strong, musty, and putrid stench surged in from all directions, filling Zhou Ziwei's mouth and nose, instantly making him feel dizzy...
This is unbelievable! I didn't expect to be killed by the fall, but I'm going to be suffocated by the stench... Damn it, that Dr. Hong really deserves to die.
Zhou Ziwei knew that if he couldn't help but show his face now, all the effort he had put into putting on this act would be for nothing. Helpless, he could only hold his breath as much as possible, hoping that the other party would pull him out of the garbage dump as soon as possible...
However, Zhou Ziwei's desire could only be buried deep. The garbage truck was like a broken cart pulled by an old ox, slowly driving for more than half an hour before finally stopping at the huge garbage dump in the suburbs.
It's finally stopped, it was so frustrating...
Zhou Ziwei was buried in the garbage for more than half an hour and he didn't die from the stench. He wondered how he survived.
Fortunately, the trash above my head was relatively soft and breathable, so I didn't suffocate. However, every breath I took in a mouthful of foul-smelling air, which was even more torturous than suffocation...
Zhou Ziwei had initially thought that since the car had stopped, someone would surely come and pull him out. After all, there was hardly anyone in the junkyard.
But to everyone's surprise, Zhou Ziwei waited for a long time without seeing anyone climb onto the truck. Then he heard a "squeak" and the front of the truck bed was raised high. Immediately afterwards, there was a "whoosh" and the truck full of garbage, along with Zhou Ziwei, was tumbled into the garbage heap from the raised rear cover.
In doing so, Zhou Ziwei was buried even deeper.
Holy crap… how could this be? Could this garbage truck driver really just be an ordinary sanitation worker? Or is that damn Dr. Hong never intended to get anything from me, and just wanted to kill me outright? If that's the case, it's terrible. All that suffering I endured hiding in this garbage dump for half a day would have been for nothing. But… that's unlikely! Last time, that Zhu Junli said he was on Dr. Hong's orders to take some kind of gene sample from me. Clearly, Dr. Hong is quite interested in me. He wouldn't just kill me like that, would he?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziwei could only continue to endure it. At the same time, he used his soul perception to command the Kun pets that had flown over with him to begin searching around.
If Dr. Hong really intends to do something like this, there will definitely be some suspicious people in this area.
However, after searching for a while, Zhou Ziwei was disappointed to find that apart from some ragged scavengers, there seemed to be no other person in the vicinity of the entire garbage dump.
Even the garbage truck that had arrived earlier drove away without stopping after unloading its full load of garbage; the driver hadn't even gotten out of the truck the entire time.
Could it be that Dr. Hong went to all this trouble just to kill me to avenge that guy named Zhu Junli? Otherwise, why haven't we seen any suspicious people yet?
Zhou Ziwei waited for about ten more minutes, his heart pounding with anxiety. This time, he was buried deeper in the garbage, making it much harder to breathe than when he was in the car. Even with Zhou Ziwei's strong physique, he began to feel like he was about to suffocate.
He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Just as he was about to crawl out of the garbage heap, or at least get a little outside to breathe some fresh air, he suddenly saw through Kun Chong's senses that four strong scavengers, each carrying a hook-like object and a bag full of plastic bottles, cola cans, and the like, were walking towards the garbage heap from four directions.
Four strong and sturdy scavengers.
Zhou Ziwei hadn't paid much attention to these people during Kun Chong's casual glance, but now that he saw the four of them walking towards him at the same time, he immediately realized something was wrong. Generally speaking, people who do this kind of scavenging work are all old, weak, sick, or disabled. They have no choice but to do this kind of work to survive because they can't find any other jobs.
While these four people seemed perfectly normal in terms of their clothing and scavenging demeanor, there was something else going on... these four were just too strong! With such muscular bodies, what couldn't they do to earn a living? Why did they have to come here to scavenge for trash?
Zhou Ziwei sneered inwardly and then made no further move, obediently remaining inside the sack and pretending to be dead. Sure enough, after a short while, the four scavengers worked together to remove the pile of garbage from Zhou Ziwei's body. Then, each of them lifted a corner of the sack, dragged Zhou Ziwei to what appeared to be a dry well, and without hesitation, threw Zhou Ziwei and the sack down into it...
Volume 2 The Assassin's Nightmare Chapter 301 Fangs
With a muffled thud, Zhou Ziwei was thrown directly into the dry sewer well. Fortunately, the well wasn't very deep, only about four or five meters. Even an ordinary person might not be seriously injured from the fall, so Zhou Ziwei, being a freak, was naturally completely unharmed.
However, with such a violent jolt, the handcuffs and shackles on his body inevitably burst forth with a burst of intense electric light. The crackling blue electric light could not even stop the sack, and it was even charred by the electric shock, emitting a pungent smell.
Zhou Ziwei's body was like a giant sponge, instantly absorbing all the blue electric light overflowing from the handcuffs and shackles. His soul power also immediately became stronger, and he groaned softly in pleasure. In order to lull any enemies who might be observing him in the dark, he cooperated by letting his whole body tremble violently as if he were being electrocuted.
He believed that the scavengers hadn't thrown him in here to bury him alive for fun; there was probably something else hidden inside.
Sure enough, a slight scan with the power of the soul immediately revealed a disguised hidden door on the seemingly brick wall next to them. Behind the door was a winding and deep passage, and two people dressed in what looked like clean clothes were hurrying out of that passage. Judging from their destination, it should be Zhou Ziwei's place.
Damn... why do these guys all like to build their bases underground? Is it because they're instinctively ashamed, or are they all rats? The black market assassin network is like that, and Dr. Hong is the same way... so unoriginal...
Zhou Ziwei inwardly scoffed, but he had to admit that it was really hard for anyone to discover Dr. Hong's so-called base here. But weren't they afraid of being stabbed to death by the stench of living under such a huge garbage dump?
With a soft creak, the disguised hidden door was opened from the inside by two men completely covered in clothes. Then, each of them took a hook that looked similar to the ones used by the scavengers to search through garbage, hooked it onto the sack on Zhou Ziwei's body, and forcibly dragged Zhou Ziwei into the secret passage.
Although it is also a secret base built underground, it is obviously much inferior to the base of the black market assassin network on Floating Light Island. First of all, the area of this underground building is rather small. If you roughly estimate it, it is probably not even one-tenth the size of that underground base.
In just over a minute, Zhou Ziwei was carried by the two men into what looked like a laboratory. They then carefully removed the sack from Zhou Ziwei's body and turned to leave.
Zhou Ziwei kept his eyes closed, but he kept scanning his surroundings with his soul power. Unfortunately, the laboratory seemed to be larger than he had expected, and his soul power could not even touch the edge of the laboratory.
Just now, all of Zhou Ziwei's insect pets were scattered around the junkyard, surveying the surrounding environment. When Zhou Ziwei was hooked into this underground base, only three mosquitoes and one ladybug managed to come in; the rest were left on the junkyard.
And despite being located beneath a garbage dump, the place is impeccably clean. You won't find a single fly or mosquito here. Therefore, Zhou Ziwei doesn't dare to release the few insects he brought in to roam freely. Otherwise, they will be discovered immediately by the people here. Apart from the ladybugs, which might have some ability to protect themselves, the mosquitoes will likely be wiped out at any time.
"Is this clumsy-looking guy Zhou Ziwei? He doesn't look like much..."
A childish voice suddenly rang out in the room, startling Zhou Ziwei. He quickly focused his mind to sense the source of the sound, but then realized that the voice did not seem to come from anyone in the room, but was clearly coming from a speaker hanging on the wall.
Could it be that the person speaking isn't here at all...? And why does that voice sound like a child's?
"Yes... Doctor, that's Zhou Ziwei. Our Number Seventeen died inexplicably at his hands not long ago."
Another somewhat eerie voice rang out, but this time it was clearly coming from within the laboratory. Moreover, Zhou Ziwei could hear that the voice was slowly approaching him, and soon it had entered within twenty meters of Zhou Ziwei, finally allowing Zhou Ziwei to "see" its appearance.
That was also a guy completely covered in a white clean suit, with a full-face hood over his head, not a single inch of skin exposed.
However, his appearance could only block the eyes of ordinary people, but it could not stop Zhou Ziwei's soul power from scanning. Under Zhou Ziwei's scan, it was immediately discovered that this "person" was covered with long black hair all over his body. His face was relatively clean, but under his wide mouth that opened from time to time, a pair of sharp fangs like a vicious wolf were faintly revealed.
Damn, is this guy human or a monster...? He looks a bit like a little demon that escaped from Journey to the West...
"Fang, this guy looks quite ordinary. Is he really as powerful as you all say?"
The child's innocent voice rang out once again, its tone seemingly filled with a strong sense of curiosity towards Zhou Ziwei.
"It shouldn't be wrong, right, Doctor..." The monster-like creature covered in black fur replied in a sinister tone, then said, "Should I inject him with something good so that he can never stand up again? Otherwise, this person is really quite dangerous."
"No—" the childish voice said resolutely, "No matter how powerful he is, he's still our prisoner now, so what are you worried about? Besides, the reason we brought him back is to study his body properly, right? So... even if you want to inject something into him, you have to extract two fresh blood and semen samples from his body first. It's as if once your stuff contaminates his genes, we'll never find such excellent genes again."
“Hmm…you’re right, Doctor, but…I still have this feeling that this person is still fraught with danger.” Fang stopped a few meters in front of Zhou Ziwei, turned his large, furry head, and carefully examined Zhou Ziwei for a few moments before shaking his head. He said, “Anyway, I’ll still extract some live samples from his body first! Doctor…get your demonization potion ready! This kid’s body is already very strong; if he undergoes the highest level of demonization, then…it’s really hard to imagine how strong he will become…haha…”
After saying that, the guy called Fang pulled two large syringes from a pocket on his body, then bent down in front of Zhou Ziwei, raised one of the syringes, and slowly plunged it into Zhou Ziwei's crotch...
"Fuck your grandpa."
Seeing that his manhood was about to be pierced by the monster's syringe, Zhou Ziwei could no longer hold back and immediately kicked out, viciously striking the monster's wrist.
With a loud "thud," the kick was quite powerful, sending the monster's arm flying upwards and the syringe flying out of its hand. However, Zhou Ziwei did not hear the expected sound of bones breaking. It seemed that this monster not only looked like a demon, but its physique was also very different from that of a normal person.
Due to the intense activity, streaks of blue electricity suddenly shot out from the anklet, instantly drilling into Zhou Ziwei's body. Zhou Ziwei groaned comfortably, then pretended to twitch a couple of times, but then suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
Zhou Ziwei glanced around the laboratory, but he didn't find a second person in the lab. Sure enough... the person Fang called "Doctor" and who sounded like a child wasn't actually in the lab.
Fang was kicked by Zhou Ziwei and stood up, taking two steps back before slowly coming to a stop. He then said in great surprise, "You were actually pretending to be unconscious? How is that possible... Such a powerful current could knock over an elephant, yet you were still able to remain conscious, Doctor... It seems there's something wrong with the electronic shackles you developed... Why does it seem to have no effect on this person?"
The childish voice rang out again, sounding equally surprised: "It seems so... It's clear that the current on these electronic shackles hasn't been weakened, but this kid's body isn't showing any strong reaction. Could it be that his body has the ability to resist strong electricity? Wow... He's so cute... He seems much stronger than I expected. I've decided... I'll keep his body to study it carefully. Maybe this time I can really create a real super soldier..."
Fang smiled sinisterly upon hearing this and said, "No wonder I felt such a strong sense of danger emanating from this person. It turns out his coma was all an act... Since these electronic shackles aren't very effective on him, let's use poison gas to put him into a deep sleep for a while!"
Then, with a wave of its hand, white mist immediately spewed out from what looked like ventilation holes on the ceiling of the laboratory.
This guy is actually going to release poison!
Zhou Ziwei was secretly startled. He roared and his figure flashed like a ghost. He grabbed Fang's collar and ripped off the hood on his head. At the same time, he shouted, "You scoundrel, turn off this damn poison gas right now, or... we'll die together."
The fanged creature struggled violently for a few moments, its strength surprisingly great, though still slightly inferior to Zhou Ziwei's. Moreover, Zhou Ziwei's seemingly casual grab had actually penetrated a wisp of soul power directly into the monster's nerve endings, disrupting their normal function. As a result, if the monster possessed ten times its full power, it could only muster two or three tenths at best. Even if it had previously been able to contend with Zhou Ziwei, after being grabbed by Zhou Ziwei, it could no longer gain the slightest advantage.
Although it hadn't broken free from Zhou Ziwei's grasp, the monster with the large, furry head showing no signs of panic. It looked up at the mist continuously billowing down from the sky, chuckled, and said, "If you kill me, you're truly doomed. Release me now, and I might give you another chance to live. How about it... I know you're a smart man, you wouldn't do something so stupid, would you?"
As Fang said this, he suddenly flipped his wrist and pulled out something that looked like an electronic car key. It seemed to be the remote control that Sun Xiaoyu had used to control the electronic shackles earlier.