Chapter 1236 1235 Send a Head Before Seeking Cooperation

In the solar system, a stream of light is flying rapidly, and the figure in that stream of light is Caesar, the loser.

Gaius Julius Caesar, treasurer, chief priest, chancellor, consul, censor, and dictator of the Roman Republic.

Founder of the Roman Empire.

Even if a person is famous in history, it is impossible for Roman history to bypass him.

But this loser who reappeared in the world was now covered in horrific wounds, and blood was constantly flowing from the wounds. But at this time, Caesar no longer had the extra energy to care about those wounds.

Even though the force at the wound was constantly deepening the injury, even though there was a toxin in his body that was constantly destroying his internal organs, he still didn't dare to stop.

Caesar knew very well that once he stopped, death would be the only thing waiting for him.

So he had to run, run with all his strength, and never stop running.

Only in this way can he delay time and wait for rescue to arrive.

Caesar knows very well that the war now belonging to the losers has not reached the final battle royale stage. Most of the losers and wanderers are hiding, hiding their identities, hiding their positions, and even hiding their own strength.

Once someone is exposed to be too powerful, others will try to unite to carry out a siege.

After all, there is only one winner in a war, whether it is the strong striking first to eliminate the weak, or the weak forming an alliance to eliminate the strong, it is all part of it.

Just as Caesar was running with all his strength, there was a figure in front of him who had been waiting for a long time.

Sitting on a meteorite in the rings of Saturn, Mo Cheng lazily yawned, "I've been waiting for you for so long, I almost fell asleep."

Caesar stopped. When Mo Cheng appeared in front of him again, he knew that he could no longer escape.

"You are not Hong Xiuquan."

The intelligence collection of various countries on losers has caused the intensity of underground wars in all national intelligence agencies to increase almost day by day. Countries are starting from all kinds of intelligence, not only to infer the true identity of the losers, but also to find out from past history. their weaknesses.

The paper intelligence of Hong Xiuquan, a loser in various countries, can almost fill an entire room. If unofficial histories and legends are added, the space required will be even larger.

But Caesar was very sure that Mo Cheng was not Hong Xiuquan, even though he had seen Mo Cheng's powerful and domineering holy light, and even Caesar himself once thought that the opponent was Hong Xiuquan.

Until half an hour ago...

The guy who called himself Hong Xiuquan transformed into his assistant and stabbed himself in the abdomen with a knife in the bathroom. The knife was even more poisonous.

A poison that only exists in myths.

Mo Cheng almost succeeded in completing the past history in a bathroom built specifically for Caesar and covering an area the size of a synagogue.

A history called the Assassination of Caesar.

"You ran really fast. Fortunately, I asked Pallas for some poison. I planned to make you die silently."

Looking at Caesar's wounds all over his body and looking at the distance to the rings of Saturn, Mo Cheng couldn't help but sigh, "His vitality is really tenacious. He even hit me with an invincible slash and didn't die."

He used the art of transformation to become Caesar's assistant, and when the opponent relaxed his vigilance, he used the poisoned abyss blade to slash out with an invincible slash. Not only Caesar's body, but even his soul was chopped into hundreds of pieces.

But even so, the founder of the Roman Empire still had a breath of air that allowed him to escape so far.

Caesar did not speak, but tried his best to control his breathing, trying to restore a certain degree of combat effectiveness.

It is estimated that it is impossible to defeat the assassin in front of me, but if it is just to delay time...

"I advise you not to delay the time." As if he had seen Caesar's thoughts, Mo Cheng mercilessly killed his last hope, "It will take another minute for others to find out that you have been assassinated. Time, and it will take at least two minutes for your allies to support you."

"Can you last three minutes?"

The answer is undoubtedly no. At least Caesar, who was seriously injured in the sneak attack, would never survive three minutes in front of Mo Cheng.

Caesar did not answer because there was no need for his answer. The moment Mo Cheng finished speaking, another Mo Cheng suddenly appeared behind Caesar.

Exactly the same as Mo Cheng, and holding the scarlet sword of blasphemy.

The blasphemous power of the Blood Thorn tore apart what was left of Caesar's soul, the soul-rending agony returning and sealing off his ability to resist.

Then, the scarlet sword covered with barbs directly cut off Caesar's head.

A sword pointed at the head.

[Ding, kill "I am Rome" Gaius Julius Caesar and get 3 gold skill points. 】

[Current skill points: 10]

[Current golden skill points: 6]

One hand led Caesar's head, and the clone holding the blood thorn turned into countless light points and returned to the original body. Mo Cheng, who was sitting on the meteorite, also turned into countless light points and dissipated, and he also became a clone.

On Earth, Mo Cheng looked at the head that belonged to Caesar and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Seventy-two transformations, invincible slaying, Pallas's poison, and even two clones were used to hide a loser without attracting attention. Assassination. As expected, losers are not economical, and it will be troublesome to assassinate them later."

As long as the assassination method is used once, it can be guaranteed that the other losers will not act alone. The losers who can act alone are probably so powerful that Mo Cheng cannot solve it secretly.

Putting this problem aside for the moment, Mo Cheng casually took a tablecloth and wrapped the head, and then the figure disappeared into the air.

When he appeared again, he was already in Qi Yuan's office.

The moment Mo Cheng appeared, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the institute. Qi Yuan himself was even more frightened and subconsciously turned on the [Ritual of Combat].

In the first minute when the institute's alarm sounded, all regiment- and battalion-level protective forces were fully mobilized.

After discovering that the person coming was Mo Cheng, Director Qi Yuan spent a lot of effort to turn off the alarm and let the soldiers go back.

After finishing a lot of work, and foreseeing that the follow-up report would have to be worked overtime to complete, Director Qiyuan couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Hong, if you want to find me, just make a call or ask someone to inform me. It can be arranged quickly here, just show up like this..."

At this point, Director Qi Yuan sighed again and did not continue. At the same time, he secretly made a memo in his mind about the idea of ​​improving the institute's protective measures again.

If it wasn't Mo Cheng who came just now, but a killer, then even he wouldn't dare to think about the consequences.

Mo Cheng ignored the other party's complaints and threw the tablecloth package on Director Qi Yuan's desk.

"This is?"

"Submit a petition, or show goodwill, whichever you prefer. Of course, the most important thing is to show, a show of seeking cooperation."

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