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Chapter 372: Death of Herzog
The night was dark and drizzle fell.

A high-end private apartment somewhere in Tokyo.

A baby was crying loudly downstairs, perhaps awakened by a nightmare. Upstairs, there was the faint sound of a TV, as if it was playing a midnight show. The wind blowing from afar was mixed with hazy piano sounds. I wonder who was playing Tchaikovsky's piano music.

Tokyo is always lively at night.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Some are creating new life, while others are waiting for death.

People’s joys and sorrows are not the same. Herzog, who was sitting opposite Zhou Xuan, only felt that they were noisy.

"Can you tell me why Kaguya's firewall was breached?" Herzog asked dryly.

Zhou Xuan took a sip of the boiled water on the coffee table, then raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever thought of poisoning me or something?"

Hearing this, Herzog smiled bitterly: "Is there any poison in this world that can work on you?"

"That's true." Zhou Xuan nodded and drank the water in the cup.

"Ding."

The teacup made a crisp buzzing sound when it hit the tea table, and the subtle sound echoed slowly in the huge room.

Facing Herzog's dim eyes, Zhou Xuan pondered for two seconds and slowly said: "Kaguya's firewall has not been breached."

"What!? Then why could you find me, I..." Herzog straightened up in disbelief.

But soon the expression on his face suddenly froze, and an extremely complicated light appeared in his eyes.

Shock, confusion, anger, despair, pain...

Herzog's body suddenly hunched over and he slumped down on the sofa in a very decadent manner, as if someone had pulled out his spine.

"Zhisheng betrayed me?" he asked softly, but his tone was straightforward as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

"His loyalty to you is based on one lie after another. How can this be considered betrayal?" Zhou Xuan's expression was indifferent.

Yes.

Everything that happened today was just a matter of course.

The moment he saw Zhou Xuan's true strength, in addition to the unspeakable fear and shock in Herzog's heart, there was also a hint of doubt.

It was clear that Zhou Xuan only needed less than a second to eliminate all the Deadpools and the three puppets he had carefully cultivated in the underground space.

But why didn't he take action yet?
Herzog couldn't understand it at the time, but now he understands it completely.

Herzog originally thought that he was a high-ranking and skilled hunter who could play Caesar, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang in the palm of his hand and lead them step by step into the trap he had set.

Everything is under control.

However, Herzog has only now come to his senses.

It turned out that he was just the mantis catching the cicada, and Zhou Xuan was the oriole hiding behind the tree.

Zhou Xuan had already seen through Herzog's plan early on.

He contacted Minamoto no Chisei immediately and asked Kaguya to lift the restrictions on EVA.

With her powerful computing power and tracking methods, EVA easily deciphered Herzog's encrypted communication channel.

She followed the communication devices in the brains of the three puppets upstream and accurately located the position of Herzog's real body.

Ever since Zhou Xuan obtained this information, Herzog's fate has come to an end.

Herzog, who gradually understood everything, collapsed on the sofa like a mollusk, as if he had lost all his energy in an instant.

There was only pleading in his eyes as he looked at Zhou Xuan: "Can I not die? You can destroy my bloodline. I believe that someone like you has the ability to do that!"

"I can leave Japan right now and never come back!"

"I have nearly 120 billion yen in bonds and cash in my account, and I also have properties and shares worth nearly 1 trillion yen in my name. I can give them all to you!"

"I don't want anything. I just want to go back to my hometown, Germany, and die in the place where I was born..."

Herzog's words became more and more urgent, but his voice became lower and lower, and every word was full of pleading and humility.

From the Black Swan Port in Russia to Tokyo in Japan, from a top biologist to the underground emperor of both the black and white worlds in Japan, from an ordinary mixed-blood to the white priest who is about to rule the world...

The journey was so long that it took Herzog more than twenty years to complete it.

He was clearly only one step away from the finish line, but that step seemed to be a world away.

This ambitious man was still wise and complacent an hour ago, and intended to find another opportunity to continue his grand ambitions after joining Zhou Xuan!
However, at this moment, it seemed that only an extremely strong desire to survive remained in his heart. In front of Zhou Xuan, this old man who was so powerful in Japan had already humbled himself to the dust.

There was no emotion in Zhou Xuan's calm eyes, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

He looked at Herzog quietly and said calmly, "Are you done?"

These three short words were like a bolt from the blue to Herzog's ears!
He could no longer maintain the expression on his face, and he knelt down in front of Zhou Xuan, with his head lowered and tightly grasping Zhou Xuan's trouser legs.

"Please don't kill me! I must still be useful to you! Definitely! I..." Herzog's voice was choked with sobs that could not be concealed.

He suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and raised his head abruptly, looking at the lofty Zhou Xuan: "By the way! I can help you ask Odin and Chen Jun to come out!"

"That's right!" Herzog's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I have concealed today's events from everyone. The two of them have no idea of ​​my betrayal, so I can help you trick them out!"

"With your strength, you can completely eliminate these two troubles in one fell swoop! Then Japan... no, the whole world will crawl at your feet!"

Herzog's wrinkled face was covered with tears and snot, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and the flame of hope for a masterpiece burned in his silver-gray eyes!
He doesn't want to die!

"To be honest, the plan you mentioned is indeed quite good. How about you tell me about it in detail?" Zhou Xuan stroked his chin and nodded seriously.

"Really!?" Herzog's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart was suddenly filled with hope of life.

He was extremely excited, and the ecstasy of escaping death made his body tremble uncontrollably.

The next moment, Herzog suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He slowly lowered his head, his dull eyes falling on his chest.

A hand with well-proportioned joints and slender fingers pierced through his heart and crushed his heart.

"Fake." Zhou Xuan smiled faintly.

"Why...why?" Herzog spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Zhou Xuan in disbelief.

"No reason, I just want you to die in more pain." Zhou Xuan pulled his hand out of Herzog's chest, picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the red and white stuff on it.

"A playwright friend of mine once told me that the most painful thing in life is to watch hope suddenly shattered."

"So, he set an ending for a very unpleasant villain he created."

"When the villain is desperate and on the verge of death, he is suddenly given a hope of survival, which makes him cheer and applaud, and he is extremely excited."

"And then in the very next scene, this hope is crushed in an instant!"

Having said that, Zhou Xuan smiled ostentatiously and suddenly clenched the hand that had just crushed Herzog's heart.

"There are two kinds of suffering in life: wanting something but not getting it, and having something but losing it."

"This contrast of losing and regaining, gaining and losing again, is enough to make everyone extremely painful."

"Sure enough, after the villain's ending was released, this play instantly received countless praises."

Zhou Xuan's words were full of sarcasm, but Herzog no longer had the energy to be angry.

Life was rapidly draining from his body uncontrollably.

He is going to die soon.

"Boom."

Herzog's body suddenly fell backwards and fell heavily into a pool of blood.

His eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, stared blankly at the white ceiling.

"I... my twenty years mean... nothing..." Herzog spat out blood intermittently.

"Who knows?" Zhou Xuan stood up, patted his long windbreaker, and wiped off the blood on it. "Not everyone's time is valuable. I thought you already understood this."

"Is that so...?" Herzog's voice was as low and hoarse as a broken bellows. "I really don't want to accept this..."

"Oh." Zhou Xuan smiled.

"Boom."

He crushed Herzog's head with one foot.

It's like crushing a can on the street.

(End of this chapter)