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It's not for any other reason than that this is America, and the idea of creating monsters through human experimentation is a perennial theme in movies.
Thinking of this possibility, Mo Jiang couldn't help but feel a chill.
The potion wasn't very effective, and his total internal energy was insufficient, so the only supernatural power he had left was that holy light.
Mo Jiang summoned holy light, which condensed into a sphere and was then slowly pressed into his body.
As the holy light entered his body, the Nine Yang Internal Force seemed to be stimulated in some way, and it actually began to operate under overload within his body.
In less than three breaths, the Nine Yang Internal Force and Holy Light suddenly exploded into a ball of pure white flame within his body.
In less than a second, the pure white flames burned away all of Mo Jiang's internal energy, and his mental strength dropped to the point of near unconsciousness in an instant.
This happened so fast that Mojiang was completely unprepared.
Suddenly, both his internal energy and mental strength were depleted, causing his vision to go black and him to almost faint.
But at this moment, he could feel that his physical strength had increased slightly.
Although very faint, less than 0.1, it is not even visible on the panel.
He could feel that subtle yet real improvement.
"Use holy light to ignite the Nine Yang Inner Force and forge the body through heat?"
The unexpected discovery led Mo Jiang to ponder how the Holy Light and the Nine Yang Internal Force, two things with completely different styles, could be combined.
There was even a combination technique called "Holy Flame".
However, since a case has emerged, it means that there must be some underlying logic that he is unaware of, which he simply hasn't figured out yet.
He didn't need to fully understand this. Mo Jiang only needed to know that burning himself with the holy flames created by the mixture of holy light and the Nine Yang Divine Skill could improve his physique.
"Yeah, you have to be careful when using it. It would be funny if you actually set yourself on fire and couldn't put it out, and ended up burning to death."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang's expression became somewhat strange. "Why does this feel so much like I'm sending myself to the stake?"
After all, heresy in the church and the stake are old partners.
……
It's twelve o'clock at night.
Chicago Bloom headquarters.
Bloom is a high-tech company that deals in security, communications, and information technology.
Its business scope covers almost all areas of communication and network technology, and in almost all of Bloom's business areas, Bloom's products occupy the market share.
They are the creators and owners of the ctOS system, and they continuously improve and maintain it.
Leveraging the influence of the ctOS system in society, Bloom has always maintained a monopoly in the market.
"Because of numerous hacker attacks on the ctOS system recently, Bloom has strengthened its defenses."
Aiden's methodical explanation came through Mo Jiang's earpiece: "The Bloom Corporation has recruited serious offenders from prison and formed them into a unit. Be careful, their orders are to shoot any suspicious targets they spot."
“Every member is a criminal with a criminal record of murder and a sentence of at least thirty years.”
"I'll say it again: I'll leave the cybersecurity to you; just watch what I do."
As long as his presence isn't detected by surveillance and sensors, Mo Jiang's assessment of the heavy criminal guards is that they are slightly better than ordinary people, but only by a very limited margin.
If Aiden hadn't requested a covert operation, Mojang could have easily sniped the Bloom Corporation headquarters from a distance.
Or perhaps we could launch a direct, forceful attack.
If all the witnesses are killed, then it's a covert infiltration.
Unfortunately, Aiden rejected the proposal.
With Aiden's network technology support, Mo Jiang, who doesn't need to worry about various cameras, finds it easy to evade human perception.
No one noticed his infiltration, which allowed him to enter the server room at Bloom Corporation headquarters.
An hour later, Mo Jiang walked out of the Bloom Company headquarters without making a sound.
The duty log at Bloom's headquarters tonight reads: "Safe, no incidents occurred."
In reality, Aiden had already breached Bloom's defenses remotely through Mojiang, leaving a backdoor in the ctOS system.
A backdoor that goes undetected and is accessible only to Aiden.
He can now control the vast majority of networked devices in Chicago using the ctOS system.
In Mo Jiang's understanding, it means Aiden simply maxed out all the [hacking] skills in the game.
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92. It's not that I need to provide evidence to prove your guilt, but that you need to provide evidence to prove your innocence.
Sun Ke stared coldly at the man who had been pinned to the ground. The man was being held down by two strong black men, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
As Sun Ke slowly approached, a hint of panic flashed in the man's eyes.
“Mike, you should know that drug sales are prohibited here.”
"Hey, Jack..."
Before Mike could even begin to explain, the gun barrel was already shoved into his mouth.
Sun Ke had no intention of listening to his explanation and said, word by word, "You plan to sell drugs to students, you deserve to die!"
Without any hesitation, Sun Ke pulled the trigger, and a bullet pierced the back of Mike's head, leaving a large hole.
No one could survive under such circumstances.
The fact that it was his first time killing someone, and such an execution-style killing at that, made Sun Ke pale and almost vomit.
However, he did not vomit on the spot. Instead, he signaled to his men to clean up the scene and the body, and then he went to find a place far away to breathe some fresh air.
Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt extremely uncomfortable when I smelled the mixture of blood and brain matter up close.
But Sun Ke told himself that he had to get used to it, and that this kind of thing would definitely happen again in the future.
After a long while, he finally felt less uncomfortable and took out his phone to dial Mo Jiang's number. "Hey, boss, I just killed a drug dealer."
Since the Golden Wind began to expand its influence, it has consciously driven out drug dealers, whether they are selling heroin or marijuana, they are all within the scope of the expulsion.
Mojiang can't stand anyone selling this stuff on their turf.
Sun Ke made this call not to report his first time in life. He continued, "I suspect that the drug trafficking is being orchestrated by other gangs. This might be a test, but I don't know which gang it is."
The surrounding gangs either deal in drugs, run prostitutes, or engage in a combination of prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
Sun Ke and his community began to expel drug dealers, which naturally caused them to lose a trading location, and their transaction volume began to decline.
Testing the waters, or even taking a tougher stance, is almost inevitable.
"Give me a list of information and names of the surrounding gangs, and I'll go and talk to them."
It was said to be a "talk," but it was clear that both Mo Jiang and Sun Ke understood that this was definitely not something that could be discussed with words alone.
Sun Ke was all too familiar with Mo Jiang's style of doing things.
Mo Jiang's idea was very simple. He didn't need to provide evidence to prove which gang was testing him. Instead, those gangs needed to provide evidence to prove that they were not involved in the matter.
Can't provide evidence?
That means they were accomplices!
You still dare to resist?
Then you are the mastermind!
Simple, direct, and brutal.
No evidence is needed, no legal trial is required, and judgments are made entirely by the individual's discretion.
As for the opinion of the gang involved?
unimportant.
Upon hearing this, Sun Ke couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, because he knew that Golden Wind was going to expand its territory again, but recruiting manpower was a very troublesome matter.
After all, the boss said, "Don't do drugs. In Chicago, people who don't do drugs are a rare breed."
Obviously, the boss won't take care of this problem, so the responsibility of solving it falls on my own shoulders.
……
After hanging up the phone, Mo Jiang's eyes were sharp as knives, and also carried a hint of uncontrollable bloodlust.
Five minutes later, Mo Jiang received a list on his phone that detailed the surrounding gangs and their official members.
He doesn't need evidence or tedious investigations.
In his eyes, the gangs that entrenched themselves around the community were the original sin.
Drug trafficking, forcing women into prostitution, extortion... they all deserve to die!
Now someone dares to extend their claws into his territory and test the waters?
Then chop off all their claws!
……
That night, the gangs around Golden Wind.
Many key personnel were beaten, resulting in comminuted fractures and immediate unconsciousness.
They are not dead, but they are not far from death either.
At this point, Mo Jiang's stable, regular strength, achieved solely through physical exertion, had already begun to be measured in tons.
If one uses internal energy to power the physical body, the explosive power can be increased several times over.
Mo Jiang had tested it before; using the same Nine Yang Internal Force, his burst of power far surpassed Zhang Wuji's.
Of course, this is also related to his strong physique. Mo Jiang's monstrous physique allows him to withstand more internal energy and unleash stronger bursts of power.
If we consider the Nine Yang Internal Force as an amplification, then the physical body itself is the most basic white value.
Mo Jiang was like a human-shaped tiger; when he launched an attack, even if the gang members had guns, they were powerless to stop him.
He doesn't need to be faster than a bullet, just faster than the gang members' reactions and their fingers pulling the trigger.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance to defend yourselves."
From among the crippled members scattered on the ground, Mo Jiang grabbed their leader by the hair and forcibly pulled him in front of him, saying, "Show me evidence that you didn't try to intrude on my territory, and you can live."
They survived, but that was all.
The guy nicknamed "Red Wolf" reacted faster than the others, pointing his assault rifle at Mo Jiang even faster.
But he wasn't fast enough, at least not as fast as Mo Jiang's reaction.
So his two arms were forcibly torn off, and he would never be able to use any words related to the "hand" radical again in his life.
"Monster, ptooey!"
Red Wolf is a man of courage; even with all his bones broken, he still tries to retaliate with his saliva.
"Looks like you can't clear your name."
Mo Jiang casually tossed it aside, and Red Wolf's body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the wall and shattering instantly.
Mo Jiang stood there silently. He was already desensitized to such scenes. Tonight, none of the seven or eight gangs could show him their "clean" background.
Neither their usual cleanliness nor their cleanliness in testing the Golden Wind could provide that.
The only one with any backbone was Red Wolf; at least he cursed himself.
"Alright, we've taken care of a few more gangs. Let Sun Ke handle the rest."
Mo Jiang also knew that because of the rules he set, it was difficult for Golden Wind to recruit people, so even if they conquered the territory, it was very troublesome to manage it.
All these troubles fell on Sun Ke and Roland's shoulders.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He didn't have many people he could use at the moment. Some gang members planned to defect and join a new boss, but Mo Jiang didn't accept them because of his history of drug use.
He took out his phone to call Sun Ke, but unexpectedly found that there was no signal.
That's not quite right. As the third largest city in the United States, Chicago's signal strength is generally reliable.