In the ensemble, I created a behind-the-scenes superpower organization

Gao Jin looked at Han Su in astonishment. The other’s faint eyes seemed to be a pair of whirlpools devouring people’s hearts.

Gao Jin couldn’t afford to be angry.

It’s not just because Han Su saved his life and made him grateful.

Also because of the chill that rose in his heart.

He has never been afraid since he was a child. He has watched life and death so much that he doesn’t even care much about his own life.

Facing Han Su’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear.

There is no reason.

Obviously Han Su smiled, but he just felt a chill.

This feeling is like a mouse facing a cat, or a rabbit facing a tiger.

This is a kind of fear engraved in the genes of lower creatures towards higher creatures.

Gao Jin was dejected, bent over and said, “Mr. Han, Gao Jin is at your service.”

Han Su laughed loudly and helped Gao Jin up: “Very good, welcome to the Umbrella Company.”

There was a system prompt in my ears: “Ding! Congratulations to the host for subduing the plot character Gao Jin. A special lucky draw will be rewarded!”

“Gao Jin, go down and rest first, and I will arrange for someone to treat you. Take good care of your injuries, and I will arrange things for you in a few days.”

Asked to take Gao Jin down for treatment, Han Su pondered. Killing Hong Wengang would only get a normal lottery draw, but subduing Gao Jin would get a special lottery draw. And what he got when he subdued Silence was also a special lottery.

Could it be that subduing is more advanced than killing?

Or the system encourages me to subdue the plot characters?

“Next time, I’ll try to find a few plot characters.”

Han Su said in his heart: “System, ordinary lottery draw.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning a bottle of herbal tea.”

No surprises, it’s rubbish again.

“System, give me a special lottery draw,”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill book “Blood Coagulation Claw”.”

What? ?

Han Su was a little surprised.

I didn’t expect to pull out such a thing.

He was a senior novel fan in his previous life, so he had naturally heard of “Blood Claw”.

This thing comes from Jin Lao’s “The Deer and Ding Tale”, and it is the unique skill of Chen Jinnan, the chief rudder of the Tiandihui. It is also an insidious and evil kung fu like Hua Gu Mian Zhang.

The book describes a person with the “blood clotting magic claw”. After three days, the blood in the whole body will slowly coagulate, turning into a paste, and there is no cure for it.

Regarding the method of treatment, there is also a description in the book, which is to “do not exert any strength to resolve it, dig a hole in the mud, bury the whole body in it, only expose the mouth, nose and breathing, and bury it for four hours a day, for a total of seven days. future trouble.”

This thing looks amazing and can bluff people.

But it’s useless.

No matter how well you practice, it’s still no match for a pistol.

Not to mention anything else, even if ten Chen Jinnans came, they wouldn’t be able to stop him from firing an electromagnetic cannon.

It’s weird and scary to make people’s blood coagulate, but what’s the use?

“After all, it comes from the world of low-level martial arts. At most, it can barely develop a little true energy, which is not very powerful. But it still has profound scientific research value.”

“Maybe I can find a group of people to practice, and then study them to explore the mysteries of true qi.”

The more Han Su thought about it, the more feasible it became.

“The road to becoming a god cannot rely solely on technology or supernatural powers. Maybe it can also be combined with martial arts.”

Thinking of this, Han Su flipped through “Blood Claw” and began to study it.

Practice is not practice, but it does not prevent him from studying and researching.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Inside the Bangkok Police Station,

Huang Langdon rushed into the police station with a straight face, his eyebrows were scowling, and even the mustache on his chin was raisedAlready, the people around looked at this appearance, bowed their heads to avoid,

“Director, why do you want me to withdraw? I obviously blocked Gao Jin.”

The director glared: “Is this the way you’re talking to me? Are you the director or am I?”

Huang Langdon shrank his neck, “No, I just don’t understand. Gao Jin killed four police brothers in public, how can he let him go?”

“You ask me, who should I ask?” The director was furious: “If you want to know, ask the chief!”

Seeing that the director was angry, Huang Langdeng didn’t dare to speak anymore.

The director became more and more angry, and reprimanded loudly: “Huang Langdeng, is the case of Jin Jin closed? Has that Tang Ren been caught?”

“Not yet, but…”

“Don’t be!” the director shouted, “Don’t follow this case either. Hand over all the files to Kuntai.”

“No, Director, I…”

“Get out!” The director shouted to the outside: “Kun Tai, come in for me.”

Kuntai was wearing a plaid shirt, with a traitorous hair parted in the middle, “Director, what do you want from me?”

“Is the gold case closed? Has Tang Ren found it?”

“Look again, there are already clues. It will be soon.”

Kun Tai leaned over to hand the director a cigarette, and asked in a low voice: “Director, what is the origin of that umbrella company? Can such a big matter be suppressed?”

“Don’t ask. We can’t afford to provoke you. It’s really bad luck.”

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ps. Kun Tai, Tang Ren, from “Detective Chinatown”. .