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Chapter 428 - 285 The Real Reason_2

Chapter 428: Chapter 285 The Real Reason_2

His gaze was firmly locked onto the continuously flickering blueprints on the computer screen.

He wasn’t a professional, but based on the dense and intricate professional annotations on these blueprints alone, they didn’t seem like something fabricated out of thin air.

The slideshow finally stopped at a product effect image.

On the vast grasslands, Xiao Yue ran with abandon like any normal person, her black hair flowing, a smile blooming on her face like a flower...

Ning Shisan: "..."

You create a product effect image and even use AI face-swapping to make a targeted sales pitch?!

Are hackers really that idle these days...

However...he stared intently at the innocent smile blossoming on Xiao Yue’s face on the screen, something tender within him seemed to be touched.

His memory seemed to return to that war-torn place...

Before them, the image of that couple handing over a blood-covered Xiao Yue into his arms as they lay dying appeared in his mind.

That doll-like body, her little face smeared with blood, looking at it made one’s heart tremble, guilt and regret surging within...

The journey of life is just like this, maybe for most of the time we are in a daze, but in a few moments our thoughts undergo a metamorphosis...

This little girl, as if she was the hope for redemption in his life.

When he had risked his life to get her to the hospital, but in the end, due to the severity of her injuries, amputation became unavoidable.

A once cheerful and vivacious little girl would now have to live her life in a wheelchair, becoming an everlasting wound in his heart that he could never mend...

"I do your bidding...and you can make Xiao Yue stand again?"

[That’s right, I prefer equivalent exchange to coercion.]

So coercion is an option when necessary?

He fell silent for a moment.

"It seems there aren’t any similar products on the market at all? How do I know you aren’t just writing checks you can’t cash?"

There are quite a few mechanical prosthetics on the market, but their flexibility is nowhere near indistinguishable from a normal person’s.

And for someone like Xiao Yue, with severe disabilities above the knees, there’s not a single product that would allow a disabled person to move freely like an able-bodied person.

Even if there was talk of similar advanced technology, it lacked the conditions for large-scale production and marketability, let alone being within his financial reach to purchase.

Meng Lang, hearing the other party ask this, knew that the other party was tempted.

[That’s right. Currently, it is only our lab’s internal technology, but I can assure you, no medical institution in the world has more advanced prosthetic technology than we do.

If you’re willing, in addition to your payment for every mission, I can also custom-build a pair of prosthetics for her.]

Ning Shisan furrowed his brows.

No medical institution in the world has more advanced prosthetic technology than us?

He didn’t know where the other party’s confidence came from.

But from the fact that the other person could stop his assassination attempt and steal a large amount of his personal data without a trace, the power behind this mysterious person was evident.

Deep down, he was somewhat convinced that perhaps the other party really could make Xiao Yue stand again...

"Why? If you have this technology, with your strength and power, you probably don’t lack manpower. Why pick me to do your work?"

Shortage? How could we not be short of manpower?

Many of the top 500 companies in the world are desperately recruiting, so how could a rising organization like ours not be?

[We aren’t short of manpower, but we are short of talent. I chose you because I value your ability and record.

Your skills, extensive combat experience, and history as a mercenary in multiple countries are some of the reasons why I look up to you.

After all, the tasks I want you to do...are very dangerous!]

Ning Shisan was silent for a while, but if he really could trade what was left of his time for the possibility of Xiao Yue standing again, then why not...

"What do you want me to help you with?"

[Come on, help me save the world.]

Ning Shisan: "..."

I’m afraid I haven’t encountered a middle-school syndrome patient, have I?

Can you not come up with a more reliable reason?

[Alright, I knew you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, so pretend I never said it. As for what I want you to do, don’t worry. Although it’s extremely risky, I definitely won’t send you to your death.

From certain perspectives, being my assistant actually makes it pretty hard to die.]

Ning Shisan rolled his eyes internally. Extremely risky? Hard to die?

Are you sure these two phrases don’t have a logical conflict?

"What if I die?" Ning Shisan stared at the screen.

[Heh! In this world, who doesn’t face death? It’s just a matter of sooner or later, isn’t it?]

Ning Shisan’s eyebrows twitched.

He always felt there was a hidden meaning in the other’s words...

"Don’t worry, our organization has its own unique ’risk transfer scheme’. As long as you don’t do something foolish to cause your own demise, the chances that I can’t save you are pretty slim."

A unique "risk transfer scheme"?

To whom is the risk transferred?

Ning Shisan felt the other guy’s choice of words was really odd, leaving him completely baffled.

He, of course, didn’t know that Meng Lang’s so-called "risk transfer scheme" was all about having a numbers advantage.

Meng Lang had many "brothers," and naturally, Ning Shisan’s "brothers" would not be few in number either...

"How do you expect me to trust you? I need more reliable assurances."

"Ding!" The next moment, his phone chimed with a notification alert.

Seeing the transfer alert for 5 million RMB, Ning Shisan fell silent.

Compared to empty words, this assurance... seemed quite reliable...

After all, even to buy his own life, 5 million seemed a bit much...

"This is the reward for a mission, and you can completely trust our organization’s financial and material resources."

"What exactly is your organization?"

After asking, he felt he’d asked a dangerous question.

"Wait! Don’t tell me, forget I asked!"

The more he knew, the more danger he feared, or rather... the deeper he would be entangled, neither of which he wanted.

"Oh, it’s fine to ask, actually..."

Why does that tone sound somewhat regretful?

Is it my imagination?

"Let’s get back to the point. Can you tell me now what you actually want me to do?" he said helplessly.

"No rush. Before I tell you the mission, you still need to pass some tests."

"What tests?" Ning Shisan frowned.

Could it be some kind of test of loyalty?

"Don’t be nervous, just think of it as casual chatting, talking about family matters, to strengthen some understanding and strategic mutual trust! Actually, I’m quite curious, why did you, a mercenary, switch to becoming a professional assassin? Do you feel a lot of pressure working as an assassin?

Also, why do you go by Ning Shisan? Isn’t it weird to use numbers as a name? Did your parents give you that name?"

Ning Shisan: "..."

What the hell kind of test is this? And asking about stress?

Are you conducting a psychological assessment?

You’re looking to hire an assassin and you start off by chatting about this?

"Huh~" Ning Shisan exhaled, trying to calm his voice.

"I don’t think these questions will increase my understanding or strategic mutual trust with you. If you really don’t have anything else to ask, it’s quite late, I need to rest!"

"Alright then, let’s get back to the point!"

Ning Shisan’s expression became a bit more serious, he looked ready to listen.

"Hmm... what’s your opinion on the situation in Syria?"

Ning Shisan: "..."

...

Meanwhile, Meng Lang, who had hung up the call, closed his laptop, his lips curling into a slight smile.

This way, he had managed to cover a weakness in his "Small-Town Strategist" plan...

The reason he had chosen Ning Shisan, besides his remarkable abilities, and the fact that his experiences as a mercenary and an assassin suited adventuring on Meng Lang’s behalf, was more important...

He was a man of great loyalty.

He had checked the other’s account funding records.

The money that Ning Shisan earned, apart from a large part donated to the widows of several former comrades, the rest was all deposited into Ning Wuyue’s education insurance account, as if he had made preparations for future events.

What Meng Lang had not mentioned was the medical diagnosis found in Ning Shisan’s computer, which had been deleted but later retrieved by Zero...

Fate seemed to have never favored this pair of unfortunate souls.

Apart from a sense of empathy due to shared hardship, if there was a true moment that touched him...

Perhaps it was just that one word, "Uncle"...

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