Chapter 40 Thought Transfer Writing Method!

The narrow and seemingly rounded tip of the pen has become extremely sharp under the action of strength and speed.

The attacker who thought he had come quietly behind Jason, before he could react, was inserted into his eye by the tip of his pen—

Scarlet blooms.

"what!"

The attacker let out a painful cry, and the dagger that was about to stab at Jason's vest paused uncontrollably.

And Jason, who was sitting there, looked back with his right palm and grabbed the wrist of the opponent stabbing the dagger from top to bottom.

The opponent struggled subconsciously, and he had to withdraw his wrist.

However, Jason's palm didn't move at all, and his fingers were like a vise, pinching into the opponent's 'wrist'.

Crunch, crunch.

The wrist bones groaned.

The pain stimulated the attacker again. He had only one remaining eye, stared at Jason fiercely, and kicked Jason's back when he lifted his foot.

When the toes are less than 10 cm from Jason's back.

Clang!

A touch of cold light protruded the toes of the man's shoes.

A 3-centimeter-long, paper-thin dagger appeared there, with a stench on it.

poison!

Looking at the dagger that was about to touch Jason, there was a hint of pleasure in the ferocity in the attacker's eyes.

This blow he recognized unexpectedly!

He has practiced countless times and killed many opponents.

He believes that the same is true when facing Jason as an opponent!

He seemed to have seen Jason fall to the ground, wailing and dying.

It was smeared with green snake venom!

See the blood seal the throat!

just need a little,

That's enough to kill three adults!

The distance was getting closer, but the fierceness and pleasure in the attacker's eyes solidified at this moment.

Jason, who was sitting, stood up.

Then, grab the right hand of the opponent's wrist and yank it!

boom!

Amidst the fog, the man was severely smashed on the small desk in front of Jason. With a click, the desk turned into pieces, and then it collided with the roof of the car.

In the dull sound, the solid roof dented, and the man spurted out blood.

But before he could react, he took off again.

Jason turned and threw the attacker into the air, grabbing the right hand of the opponent's wrist, and released it at this time.

But that doesn't mean Jason let him go.

It's just that he changed the place to grab it: the ankle!

As the attacker continued to rise, his broad palm would grab the opponent's ankle. Without any hesitation, Jason took all his strength and slammed it down.

boom!

With a muffled sound not inferior to the one just now, the attacker sank deep into the soil.

This time, the other party vomited blood again and convulsed all over.

Obviously not alive.

Jason on the roof can be sure of that.

But things are not over!

A slight, dripping abnormal sound appeared under the cold storage truck, and the next moment——

boom!

In the huge explosion, the several-ton cold storage truck, including Jason, turned into a fireball and flew directly into the sky.

A figure hidden on the side witnessed all this.

"Fool."

"Fighting, but it depends on the brain."

The figure pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with disdain.

Then, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mission has been completed.

He's going to get a reward.

But the moment he turned around, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

A tall, strong figure appeared behind him at some point, his face covered in a hockey hockey mask, and his icy eyes were staring at him.

"Wait a moment……"

puff!

Without talking nonsense with the other party, Jason raised his hand with a knife.

As the head flew up, there was a hissing sound in the canopy overhead.

Three venomous snakes, also dark green, jumped out of the dense foliage and headed straight for Jason.

Jason looked up at the three vipers.

Immediately, the three poisonous snakes froze in midair.

A sense of oppression at the top of the food chain made them dare not move and let their bodies fall to the ground.

The snake controller not far away looked at this scene with dull eyes.

impossible!

This was his first thought.

escape!

This is his second thought.

He had never met someone like Jason.

Even with his eyes, his poisonous snake lost control.

You must know that these poisonous snakes are carefully cultivated by him with various resources and secret techniques. They are not only immune to ordinary methods of dealing with snakes, but also ignore secret techniques such as 'expulsion' on the mysterious side.

It's his big killer!

And now it's useless to go!

His strongest means are useless, and naturally it is impossible to stay.

As for the three carefully cultivated venomous snakes?

Although distressed, but where is his little life important!

The snake handler turned and ran.

Extremely fast!

But Jason's knife is faster!

puff!

The wide-bladed short-handled machete that flew out of his hand stabbed directly from the snake handler's chest.

Huge strength, with the opponent's body, directly nailed to a thick tree trunk.

Jason walked over, drew his knife, and glanced around.

After confirming that there were no more attackers, he began to use [Protection from Evil] to check one by one, and then returned to his previous location.

Cold storage trucks have long since become wrecks.

Even his contactor, spice jar, and the book he just finished vanished in the explosion.

This is a huge loss!

Especially the latter, that was his hard work!

Compensation must be obtained.

Standing there, Jason waited quietly.

He knew what was going on here, and he couldn't hide it from anyone with a heart.

In fact, after about three minutes, he heard the sound of the propeller.

Cortana stepped down from the helicopter and looked at Jason standing there safe and sound, and couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

"Master Chief, you're fine."

Cortana said sincerely.

Cortana doesn't want anything to happen to Jason, either from a personal point of view or from the Ground Investigation Bureau's point of view.

To this end, she made layers of preparations.

But the accident still occurred.

Jason didn't speak, just pointed to the corpse on the ground and in the distance, he believed that Cortana understood what he meant.

Jason believes that after he shows enough value, the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' will take him extremely seriously.

Naturally, corresponding protective measures will appear.

The appearance of these completely human attackers is quite interesting.

Cortana didn't say much, and immediately started checking.

'Double Dagger Killer'.

'Bomb maniac'.

'Snake Handler'.

Cortana quickly confirmed the identities of the three people, and the liaison officer's face became extremely ugly.

All three are killers!

Killer for money!

They shouldn't and couldn't be here!

As Jason guessed, after Jason showed the ability to identify 'lurkers', after leaving yesterday, Cortana asked Lieutenant General Fauer Reynolds for instructions, and then took the name of 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' It issued an 'official letter' to all the forces on the surface and in the dark.

In particular, some special organizations have been taken care of by her.

But now there is an accident, what does this mean?

Someone ignored the order of the Ground Investigation Bureau.

And it is impossible for such a person to exist on the ground.

Unless they take refuge with the Sabians!

"Human rape!"

Cortana gritted her teeth.

"Master Chief, don't worry."

"I must find this bastard!"

"Then……"

"I personally killed him!"

Cortana said angrily.

For Cortana in the military, there are two things that are most intolerable.

First, the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms.

Second, the betrayer.

Now someone threatens her comrade-in-arms, and the threat is still a traitor.

Cortana is ready to deal with the opponent in the most ruthless way.

For example: Cannonball!

Jason shook his head.

"Not necessarily a traitor."

Jason said so.

"The soldiers who returned to the 'ground' are under close monitoring, and it is impossible to do things like reward bonuses!"

Cortana said truthfully.

"What about earlier?"

Jason shook his head again, he turned his head, looked at the liaison officer in front of him, and asked in a calm voice.

"Earlier?!"

Suddenly, Cortana's face changed again.

Moreover, compared to before, this time his face was even more ugly.

The 'lurkers' of the Sabians are not only the warriors who returned to the 'ground' before, but also... others!

Or even earlier, the Sabians sent 'lurkers'!

It's just that they don't know it!

But now it's exposed because of Jason's importance.

This shows what?

It shows that among the soldiers who returned to the ground, there are a considerable number of 'lurkers'!

Those exposed before are just the tip of the iceberg!

Otherwise, these Sabie people will not take the risk!

Cortana, who came to this conclusion, did not hesitate, and directly turned on the microcomputer on her wrist and started to contact Lieutenant General Rael Funo.

Jason remained silent without saying a word.

He trusted Cortana and the general's professionalism.

Even without his accurate judgment, it should be able to lock in the approximate range.

And after?

Naturally identified by him.

I hope that the merits can be enough to exchange for a 'Spartan' medicine.

Although the last potion has not yet been obtained, the faint smell of Cortana's body has already informed Jason that the taste of the 'Spartan' potion should be quite good.

About five minutes later, Cortana ended her conversation with the general.

"Master Chief, the General thanks you for your service to the ground."

"This merit will be doubled."

Cortana said truthfully.

Doubling the merits, Jason had a good impression of the general who had never met before.

At least, this is a person with clear rewards and punishments.

The other person knows how to deal with a person who shows value.

This is enough for Jason at this stage.

After a pause, Cortana continued to add.

"Of course, and these compensations."

Cortana looked at the wreckage of the cold storage truck.

This is not preferential treatment, but compensation that should be held responsible.

"The cold storage truck was given to me by Vince, and there is nothing of value in it, except..."

When Jason said this, he deliberately stopped, with helplessness and sadness in his eyes.

Cortana noticed the look.

"Except what?"

Cortana asked.

"Except for the manuscript I just finished."

"I originally promised the editor that the book would be published at the end of the month."

"This time, it looks like I'm going to miss my appointment again."

As Jason spoke, he shook his head quite lonely, and then he let out a deep sigh: "I may have to face the repeated assassinations of the Sabians after that. Under this premise, books are fundamental. It is impossible to continue writing."

"But, I really wanted to write it."

"After all, this is my hard work for nearly ten years."

Hearing Jason's sigh, Cortana couldn't help feeling the same way.

She could clearly feel the helplessness in Jason's heart.

Giving up his favorite writing job for the ground... How painful is the Master Chief at this moment?

Cortana thought, and couldn't help but speak.

"Master Chief, you can repeat it, and I'll help you sort it out."

"repeat?"

"I can't remember the content of the manuscript."

Jason said indifferently, and picked up 'Freedom Strike'.

"In order to make it, I used a certain ritual, and the price of performing this ritual was a temporary loss of a memory of what I loved most—a time that would vary depending on how it was used."

"Based on the current situation, I estimate that this memory will be completely lost."

Jason sighed again.

"it is?"

Cortana asked.

"It is a special item I made to better identify 'lurkers'. It is too slow and inefficient to identify 'lurkers' by conventional means."

"So, I made it."

Jason explained.

Cortana, who has been in contact with the "mysterious side", has no doubts.

She knows that some special props must pay a price.

And the production of props such as the ability to discover 'lurkers' is bound to be more expensive.

Losing your memory of loving things?

Cortana looked at Jason, whose face was covered by a mask, but his eyes were full of pain, and said almost subconsciously, "Master Chief, let me help you complete this book!"

"Although I've never written a book, I'm sensitive to words."

"If I work hard, I should be half your level."

It worked!

My mind transfer writing method was successful!

Jason sighed in relief.

If possible, he absolutely does not want to use the "forbidden technique" of "mind transfer writing method", but he really has no talent for writing.

Sure enough, my swordsmanship talent is too powerful, and it affects others?

Jason felt sorry for Cortana in his heart, and kept his previous eyes.

"is it okay?"

"Will it affect your normal life?"

he asked hesitantly.

"of course not!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Cortana said solemnly.

She was determined to write this book.

Don't let the Master Chief's hard work go to waste!

"I think I wrote an outline... It should be on the desk in my apartment, although I can't remember the content, but you can expand on it."

Jason said.

"Okay, I'll find it right away, and then read it carefully."

After Cortana finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the helicopter.

Instead of leaving, he took out a metal suitcase and turned around again and walked towards Jason.

"Master Chief, this is the 'Spartan' potion!"

"I suggest you get an injection right away."

"It will have a significant effect on your strength."

Cortana said and opened the box.

Inside the box is a syringe with the thickness of an index finger and a length of only 5 cm.

The light blue medicinal liquid flowing inside is exuding the smell of 'food'.

Jason raised his hand to pick up the 'food', and Cortana, who was beside him, was also ready to explain the 'Spartan' potion to Jason, but at this moment, on the hillside in the distance, a figure appeared quietly Appeared.

This figure carried a square-shaped 'box' on his shoulders.

The corners are polished, the exterior is painted with black spray, and on the front and rear sides, there are four dark holes.

When the west sun shone on the entrance of the cave, an inexplicable sense of hideousness permeated.

Especially when the figure pulled the trigger.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The four rockets shot out dazzling tail flames in no particular order, heading straight for Jason.

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