Traveler Major League

Chapter 306 Death of Liu Zeyi (Part )
(The previous chapter was modified)

Bannon coughed, interrupting the chairman's chatter, "Bayonet, check your account."

Efficient, direct, and straightforward.

Bayonet took the phone back from the security guard and counted the newly added series of numbers in the account, which was dazzling. "Are you using this to buy my life?" Bayonet said coldly.

Bannon smiled and said, "This is just a deposit. As long as you complete the task, there will be ten times the amount. In addition, we will arrange a new identity for you so that you can live the rest of your life in any corner of the world, away from all disputes. You should know that with our capabilities, this is not a problem."

Bayonet frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Humph, do you think I'm the kind of person who can be bought with money?"

Seeing this, the chairman of the committee said quickly: "This is not just a matter of money. Think about it, Liu Zeyi's existence has seriously threatened our interests and even the balance of the entire world. The power he represents is breaking the order we have established with great difficulty. If he continues to develop, you and I will lose everything we have now. We are for world peace and future democracy and freedom!"

“Besides,” Bannon interrupted, “if you don’t agree, do you think you can walk out of this room? You are a smart person, don’t make stupid choices. We have countless ways to make you disappear or put the people around you in trouble.”

Bayonet's eyes became sharp, and he clenched his fists: "Old friend, are you threatening me?"

"You can say it's a threat, or you can say it's an opportunity for you," Bannon said slowly. "You have served the organization for many years, and we have always admired your abilities. This mission is the best proof of your loyalty to the organization. If you complete it, you will become a hero of the organization, and we will meet all your needs."

At this time, another senior official also spoke up: "Bayonet, don't be lucky. We have already mastered many of your secrets, which are enough to sentence you to death in China. Now, there are only two choices before you, either accept the mission or wait to be destroyed by us."

Bayonet fell into deep thought. He knew that these people kept their word. As a man on the rich list, he didn't care about money, but he also cared about other things.

His eyes fell on the photo of Liu Zeyi again, and he felt mixed emotions.

He knew very well that he didn't have much choice.

The huge amounts of money, the protection of national power, and the potential threats to himself and those around him weighed on his heart like mountains.

After a long while, Bayonet slowly said, "Okay, I promise you. But you'd better remember your promise, otherwise, I will not let you go even if I die."

The chairman of the committee breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry, we are trustworthy. From now on, all the resources of the organization will be used to serve you in this operation."

Bannon also nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Bayonet. You will not regret your decision today. This will be the most important and correct choice in your life." However, Bayonet saw a hint of amusement in their smiles, but at this time, he had no way out.

"Also, I want to know why you have such a big change? Is the US government no longer prepared to cooperate with Liu Zeyi and his team?"

The senior executives on the opposite side looked at each other for a while, and it was obvious that none of them wanted to answer this question.

"You can go now." someone said.

In the end, Bayonet did not get an answer. He walked out of the room and returned to the suite. The luxurious decoration made him feel uncomfortable.

It's like enjoying a last meal before death.

Bayonet thought of himself when he had just gone abroad in the 1980s. At that time, he was curious about the outside world and believed that the Western world was like a hell waiting for him to save it.

When the plane landed in a foreign land and he stepped out of the airport, he was shocked by the scene before him.

It was a prosperous place, with tall buildings standing side by side, cars and people flowing constantly, and the neon lights on the streets shining with colorful light, which was several times more gorgeous than the most lively scenes he had seen in his country.

People were dressed fashionably, and their behavior seemed to exude confidence and freedom. Huge billboards, spacious shopping malls, and luxury cars running all over the streets all impacted his vision and heart.

His inner world collapsed.

He saw two worlds with huge gaps between the rich and the poor: on one side was the decadent capitalist world with luxurious parties, expensive jewelry and fine wines, and on the other side was the impoverished motherland.

These images were like sharp thorns that pierced into his heart one by one, and the beautiful imagination of his motherland that he once built up began to gradually collapse.

He began to reflect on what he was pursuing and what role he played in this seemingly glamorous but dark world.

Behind every mission and every goal he solves are complex conflicts of interest and the blood and tears of innocent people.

The once firm belief is now crumbling under the impact of reality, like a dilapidated hut in a storm that may collapse at any time.

And now, he once again stood at the crossroads of fate. He looked out the window at the strange yet familiar city night scene, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness.

In this endless struggle and confusion, Bayonet's thoughts were like a horse that had broken free from its reins, and he could not help but drift towards his motherland. That ancient and vast land carried his childhood laughter, his teenage dreams, and every bit of his growth process.

He thought of the simple and kind people of his motherland, who worked hard in the fields, watered the fields of hope with their sweat, and harvested every grain of food with love and awe for life. The friendly local accents in the streets and alleys, and the warm scenes of neighbors helping each other, formed a sharp contrast with the cold and utilitarian world before him.

But what?

There is no turning back. If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!

Besides, killing Liu Zeyi is for the sake of democracy and freedom, and for the benefit of mankind!

I am not Chinese anymore, I am American!
The Qinling Mountains are covered in silver in the early morning of winter. Everything seems so desolate under the cover of snow.

There are no modern buildings such as high-rise buildings. There is only a dark space-time channel opening in the middle of the mountains. The huge accelerator ring extends from the top of the mountain to the end of the vision.

But this loneliness is just an illusion. If you zoom in, you will find that the mountain roads and viewing platforms around the space-time channel are densely packed with people, and photographers are holding various types of camera equipment and aiming at the entrance of the channel and the Union research vessel on the horizontal track.

This is a global live broadcast spanning three worlds. Regardless of race, the eyes of the human world are focused on this mountain range at this moment.

"start!"

As the order was given in the command room, huge cheers erupted from the entire sea of ​​onlookers. It was a sound like a swarm of bees, rumbling, and it was impossible to make out individual sounds.

People raised their hands high, forming a forest of arms. The Union research vessel began to slide in the mountains, and the jet engine at the tail began to operate, speeding up, leaving a halo in the morning sun and disappearing into the pure black space-time channel.

People's cheers gradually died down, and no one knew what would happen when they arrived in another unknown world.

It is only natural that this first human step has become a significant part of history.

Although this attention will decrease as time goes by.

Time is the most deadly thing. It is silent and unstoppable. Even the most meaningful things will become history and disappear in front of it.

In the less than 100 years since the end of World War II, despite various major changes and local wars, human society on Earth has remained generally peaceful and human living standards have continued to improve.

Especially with the exposure of the other world in this universe, the human world has an illusion that humans are the masters of this universe, and the other two backward worlds will be the new engines of the third world economy. Countless resources and living space make everyone crazy, and the expectation of a better life in the future makes stock markets in various countries soar.

However, no one expected that this peace, prosperity and beauty would take a sharp turn for the worse in the following year.

The crisis broke out so violently.

The moment when the United research vessel completely sank into the space-time channel.

When the crowd in the viewing seats on the top of the mountain right in front of the space-time channel was cheering excitedly, Bayonet held a telescope in his left hand, just like the excited crowd, rushed to the fence of the VIP seats, then turned to look at Liu Zeyi, as if he had met his idol and was very surprised.

"Leader! Leader!" Bayonet shouted, stretched out his left hand and made a handshake gesture.

Like many star-chasing fans, as the 'Time Travelers' Alliance' established by Liu Zeyi became famous, he naturally became the most famous public figure in the third world.

"Leader, there are too many people. Please follow us and leave here as soon as possible." said the guard.

"Because this is the beginning of an era, don't be afraid of them, they are just cheering for this era."

"But."

Before the guard could finish speaking, Liu Zeyi waved his hand and responded to the cheering people on the roadside.

Shake hands, respond.

Those who can watch here are all well-known figures in society. The security chief can only comfort himself psychologically and direct people to form a human wall to separate the enthusiasm of these big shots.

Bayonet finally waited for this moment. At the moment of shaking hands with Liu Zeyi, he pressed hard on the side of the wedding ring on his middle finger with his thumb. It was an extremely sophisticated mechanism that shot out a steel spike as thin as a hair and less than one millimeter long, which penetrated the dermis of Liu Zeyi's right hand, and the BDT neurotoxin applied on it entered.

This neurotoxin is extremely toxic. 1 mg of it in its pure chemical crystalline state can kill more than 2 million mice. It directly blocks impulse conduction at the neuromuscular junction, causing muscle paralysis and quickly leading to death.

"He's beyond saving." Bayonet kept smiling and muttered to himself.

Sure enough, Liu Zeyi only took two steps in the crowd. He paused for a moment, then fell straight to the ground, twitching all over.

The bayonet could clearly see that Liu Zeyi's eyes were closed and his lips were purple. The medical staff who arrived pried open Liu Zeyi's eyelids.

Indistinctly, the trembling voice of the medical staff could be heard, "The pupil has dilated."

Going with the flow, as if being an outsider, all the people nearby were isolated and investigated, and the murderer, Bayonet, was quickly identified. Through surveillance, the murder weapon, the ring, was soon found by searching with a net under the cliff.

Interrogator: "Name?"

Bayonet: "Bayonet."

Interrogator: "I asked for your real name!"

The bayonet was silent. The interrogator must have known his real name. As a top elite in the business world, his name was not well-known to everyone, but it was often seen in the newspapers.

However, he prefers to call himself by his nickname at this historic moment: Bayonet.

Just one hour after the action, it seemed like many years had passed, and he himself almost forgot his own name.

"Name!" The interrogator asked again with a vague look at the two words in the name column on the ID card.

"Aisin-Gioro Xiang."

(End of this chapter)