C45 The Most Extraordinary Thing I've Ever Done

It was almost 11 o'clock, there were only a few people on the road. Shuyue and I walked under the dim yellow light of the street lamp quietly.

After walking for a while, I couldn't help but ask, "How did you know that the syringe I threw down was fake?"

"Auntie, I've lived with you for so many years, and I know what kind of shit you're going to shit in just a little bit." Shuyue rolled her eyes and said:

"Do you think they're stupid? If the syringe was so important, they could have caught you before you went up to the roof — the person they wanted most was forty-three, they had been looking for it for years, and this time they found it, and they didn't do it so quickly in order to catch it and use you as bait. — The condition they gave me at the time, the syringe was just an additional element. "

I felt in my pocket. I didn't expect that the "God's Blood" that my father saw as more important than his life was an additional item that they didn't need.

"And why are you trying to carry this syringe around with you?" Shuyue asked me instead.

"I even forgot if you didn't ask me." I looked around. There was a construction site on the side of the road, and it was night, and the workers had left early.

I ran to the edge of the site, took the syringe out of my pocket, and dropped it on the floor. I picked up a brick.

"Hey!" Have you thought it through? If this syringe is on the black market, it would be expensive, "Shuyue said from the side." At least several tens of millions.

"There's no need to take the exam. There's no need to do another five years of simulation for the intermediate exam."

"If you like, buy whatever you want. If you get tired, go to Paris and feed the pigeons. If you get hungry, go to Alaska and eat seafood."

"We can buy all the comic books in the world."

"You can be the little princess."

Little Princess? Sounds good.

After all, it's the blood of a god. If it really was brought out for auction, there would probably be a lot of people fighting over it.

I've been an ordinary kid since I was a kid, and I can disappear in a crowd in five seconds. No one can find me.

If he relied on his strength, he would be able to be crushed by at least 50% of the people in this world. Not much, just a population of over 4 billion.

His grades were plain and light, his appearance was so-so, his clothes were messy, and his life was lackluster.

But no matter how ordinary it was, which young lady didn't have a princess dream?

I also had fantasies of being helped by the fairy, from Cinderella to the noble princess, to the peak of life.

However, these miracles only happened in his dreams.

A real princess, not to mention Prince Charming, even the manor and castle were standard match.

Maybe money really can change my ordinary life.

"..."

Pull it down.

I lifted the brick and smashed it against the syringe.

What!? What!? Break! Chicken! Crack! Play! Will! "Son!"

So many children!

To harm my father!

I'd rather be an ordinary person than have the Spring of Life repeat itself! What the hell!

Public! Your head!

Pow!

In the middle of the city, on the deserted side street, I heard the sound of bricks falling.

If I ever did anything out of the ordinary in my life, maybe in a minute, I knocked out tens of millions.

After a few hits, the syringe was broken into pieces. The blue liquid fell onto the ground and I sprinkled a few handfuls of lime on it. After rubbing it with my foot a few times, I was finally able to wipe off the dust on my hands.

"I can't believe that our Wangwang is such a righteous person." Shuyue lazily clapped her hands and teased.

"It's a pity that although you destroyed this syringe, 'God's Blood' definitely did not stop there."

Shuyue raised her head and looked towards the pitch-black night sky, "Otherwise, those people from earlier would not have let you off so easily. They must already have it, so they didn't care. They even knew where it came from — what troubled the old man the most right now was how to use it to achieve the effect of 43. If ordinary people were forced to combine with the "blood of God", they would become monsters, like the other children in the Spring of Life. "They did everything they could to find 43, and that's because he was the only one who succeeded in the experiment that year …"

"How can this be..." I was stunned.

I remember my mother telling me in the taxi — "This syringe was the only one that was left on the Fountain of Life farm. It could even be the only one left."

So I always felt that if I destroyed this syringe, I would be able to end the source of the sin opened by the Blood of God.

That's why I'd rather die than hand over the syringe.

But I forgot, what my mom said is the second half of the sentence, and the first half of the sentence has a prerequisite --

"..." Whether it's Mengele or 43, they did not personally see what Himmler brought back from Tibet. Their levels are not high enough to access the core secret — "

Although the syringe may have been the only remaining syringe in Germany in 1945, the source of these substances came from the 'item' Himmler brought back from Tibet — if this' item 'could be recycled, wouldn't it be able to reproduce God's blood?

This small syringe was not the source of everything. What opened the door to the true evil was Himmler's "item" from Tibet!

If one obtained this "item", no matter who it was, one would be able to obtain the "Blood of God" once again.

How could I be so stupid! He couldn't even think of this!

"Did the Americans just find the blood of God?" I told Shuyue my thoughts.

Shuyue sighed: "I don't know."

"Who was that in the car?"

"The richest invisible millionaire in the whole of the Western Hemisphere. Compared to his wealth, the richest man in Asia and so on, they are not considered rich at all. "

There was a person in the world whose name would not appear on the Forbes Wealth List, and who rarely appeared in the newspapers. Most people might not have heard of him, but he was in the shadows, manipulating the world's finances and politics.

For example, Chuck, who was recently dug up by the media. Feeney, Buffett's teacher, the idol of Bill Gates, had accumulated three times as much wealth in his life as Bill Gates, had a global business empire, and he owned airport duty-free shops all over the world.

But compared to his students, Chuck. Finney had lived in the most ordinary house in the middle-class neighborhood of San Francisco — on the surface, at least. No one, from his corporate executives to his neighbors, knew he was rich.

Not until he decided to donate all his property to charity did the media report him and shock the public.

For people like him, if they didn't want others to know of his existence, others wouldn't know for the rest of their lives.

"That's the person who was sitting in the car just now."

"Luo... Mr Rhode? " I heard the blond secretary mention it.

"But even if he had enough money to dictate the fate of most people in the world, he still couldn't change his own destiny." Shuyue slowly said, "He's already one hundred years old. His wealth can buy the world, but it cannot defeat death. "

"That doesn't have to be 'God's blood'! This thing might even turn into an Alien. It was extremely risky, and almost no one had ever succeeded — why would he want to take the risk? "Now that science and technology are so developed, nanotechnology, cloning, organ cultivation, and the like, he should be able to live to 200 years old, no?"

"You're right, modern medicine generally believes that human deaths are only a technical cause — cardiac arrest, arterial embolism, cancer spreading, kidney necrosis …"

"… …." "The heart stops beating and can be made to beat again by electric shock; arterial embolism can be unblocked by nanotechnology; cancer cell spread can be inhibited by drugs; kidney necrosis can be cultivated by cloning a new —"

"But, all of this was only to delay death. Death was like a stalker that could not be shaken off, always following in his footsteps. The doctor will tell you [you have flu], [you have cancer], but not [you have death]. Life slowed by modern technology must be used with care, and the pain of daily medication and surgery is the cost of delaying life. So, Rhode, he … he does not want to delay his death, he wants to reject it. "

The cold wind made all my hair stand on end.

"What he wants is to be able to squander his life with the same luxury, to jump off a building, to be shot, to come back to life no matter how fatally wounded he is. So he's going to get the secrets in his body, and he's going to rewrite the 'death' set of genetic code. "

I remembered the sad smile I'd been given when I let go of my hand.

"I didn't choose to live forever. I have no other choice."

"As long as there is desire in this world, I will not have a peaceful day."

How ironic, one was willing to pay any price to obtain longevity, the other just wanted to die quickly.

And he said, He is jealous of me.

Perhaps he was jealous of any life that had a deadline.

Looking at Shuyue's face, I suddenly realised that her appearance had not changed much from eight years ago.

Even though she had a few lines on her tail, she looked like she was in her twenties or thirties when compared to my mother.

Time passed extremely slowly on her body.

"Shuyue, you really don't seem to be that old …"

"Of course! I spend all my money on maintenance every month. I'm not married to your aunt, so don't compare me with married women. " Shuyue rolled her eyes with all her might.

"Let's go home."

She took my hand and led me home.