"So weak?" The Taoist priest frowned.

Leng Yue rubbed his wrist, thinking to himself, "It's over ten pounds. You threw it over from a distance of ten or twenty meters. It's good enough that I didn't get knocked down. Do you think everyone is as abnormal as you?" While getting up, Leng Yue asked respectfully, "May I ask, Master Taoist, where is this place? And who are you?" After saying that, he secretly rejoiced in his heart—so I can also speak in such an elegant way.

The Taoist priest frowned again: "I'm in a hurry. You can go back for now. We'll talk about it later." After saying that, he was about to start making finger gestures.

Although Leng Yue had countless questions in his mind, he didn't dare to say more and had to let it be.

The Taoist priest stared at him for a moment, then suddenly stopped his movements and asked, "It seems your physical strength hasn't improved at all. Did you not absorb the wolf bead?"

Leng Yue was overjoyed: "I don't understand, Master. I'm willing to listen to your teachings!"

"Just eat it," said the Taoist priest. Then, without further delay, he casually made finger gestures and left on his own.

By the time Leng Yue said "Thank you", he found himself lying on the roof of the building and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he would have to get used to this kind of life with huge leaps in the future.

Pulling himself together, Leng Yue looked through the scope again and then pulled the trigger.

"Click."

D*mn it! He forgot that all five bullets in the magazine had been fired just now!

It's all over! Snipers usually aim for a one-shot kill, and at most two or three shots. So Leng Yue only brought this one magazine of bullets.

Looking at the high-ranking official speaking slowly in the scope, he felt extremely regretful in his heart. If he had known this earlier, he should have at least saved one bullet just now.

But now wasn't the time to regret. Leng Yue quickly disassembled the gun, put it into the suitcase, and carried it downstairs.

Leng Yue paced back and forth in the temporary residence. The client demanded that the assassination be completed within two weeks. There were still a few days left, but there might not be such an opportunity as today in the future. Leng Yue picked up his cell phone and dialed the customer service number of a hotel chain.

After a while, a gentle female voice came from the receiver: "Hello, welcome to call the HaNT Hotel Group. Press 1 for Turkish, 2 for English, and 3 for Russian." Leng Yue then pressed a series of numbers, 776915.

"Leng, what do you need?" A female voice without any emotion, processed by a voice changer, rang out.

"The current mission lacks effective opportunities. I need more information on the target's whereabouts. Priority level increased."

"Received. Please check in four hours," the other side hung up the phone.

Alright, now he had four hours with nothing to do.

The fierce black-headed eagle suddenly popped into his mind. Leng Yue shuddered and quickly went to the weapons room in the residence. He replaced the Glock 19 pistol on his waist with a Mini Viper Assault Rifle and filled the special carrying belt with magazines.

Obviously, a pistol wasn't reliable over there.

With the stock folded, the Mini Viper was still forty centimeters long, much bigger than a pistol. Of course, its firepower was also much stronger.

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Looking at himself in the mirror, Leng Yue couldn't help grinning. How the hell was he supposed to sleep like this in the future?

But thinking about the iron-plate-like wings of the black and white eagles, he decided to put up with it. Life was more important.

Compared to sleeping with a full-sized assault rifle in his arms every day, this was already much more comfortable.

Without hesitation, Leng Yue picked up a Gurkha machete and stuck it on his back. This time, he deeply understood what "fear of insufficient firepower" meant.

Then, Leng Yue remembered what the Taoist priest said before leaving and quickly took out the wolf bead.

According to what the Taoist master meant, after eating this thing, he should have a great improvement. That guy was counting on him to fight, so he probably wouldn't harm him. Besides, it was just a thing the size of a marble. At worst, he could just poop it out.

Without thinking too much, Leng Yue directly threw the wolf bead into his mouth. Just as he was about to take a sip of water to wash it down, his eyes suddenly widened.

The moment the wolf bead rolled down his throat, it turned into a stream of hot air and burned down like a mouthful of strong liquor. Soon after, a powerful force suddenly rushed from Leng Yue's abdomen to all parts of his body.

Leng Yue felt pain everywhere from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, as if a large amount of substance was being forcibly stuffed into his bones and muscles, and his whole body began to swell.

At first, he gritted his teeth and endured it. Before long, he swelled up like a fat man. Leng Yue roared and fell to the ground. Immediately, he was poked by the handle of the knife and quickly turned over, only to be poked by the gun and gasped in pain. He had to turn on his side to feel a little better.

He wanted to curl up into a ball, but his swollen arms and legs made it impossible for him to do so.

He had no choice but to lie there, fat and straight.

"Snapped!" His underpants snapped. "Rip!" His sturdy tactical pants split open. Leng Yue was in so much pain that he couldn't care about these things anymore. All he could think in his mind was to curse: "D*mn Taoist priest! If I get the chance, I'll cut you into pieces!"

The cursing grew weaker and weaker, and finally, Leng Yue passed out from the pain.

When Leng Yue woke up, he felt cool all over his body, and all the discomfort was gone.

He sprang up like a carp and found that his torso and limbs had returned to normal. He walked over to the mirror, quickly took off the clothes that had just been torn apart, and examined his body to see what changes there were.

Sure enough, it was different! Leng Yue had a good physique because he often exercised before, but now the circumference of his muscles was obviously much larger，and his body fat had decreased. When he tensed his muscles slightly, the muscle fibers tightened exaggeratedly, looking like steel bars one by one.

He felt that he had endless strength in his body. He roared and swung his fist, hitting the wall beside him.

For this punch, Leng Yue actually only used half of his strength. He just subconsciously wanted to vent. To his surprise, with a loud bang, the whole room shook, and a cloud of dust fell from the roof.

Leng Yue was so shocked that his mouth opened halfway. He took his fist away and found that a shallow pit had been punched in the middle of the load-bearing wall, about ten-odd centimeters in diameter and five centimeters deep.

This was a reinforced concrete wall that was twenty centimeters thick! He raised his hand and looked at his fist in disbelief.

It was a bit pale but hardly damaged. There was only a small wound on the knuckle of his middle finger where it was scratched by the cement fragments, and it was visibly healing. When he blinked and looked again, it had completely returned to its original state.

Leng Yue let out a strange cry and jumped up happily. Unexpectedly, with this jump, he hit the ceiling and made his head dizzy.

The ceiling was three meters high! Was this what the Taoist priest meant by getting stronger? After the shock faded, excitement filled his heart. This body was a treasure for a killer.

Master Taoist, I forgive you!

He couldn't wait to change his clothes and rushed out the door. Logically speaking, a killer shouldn't leave the temporary residence arranged by the organization during a mission unless necessary, but at this moment, Leng Yue couldn't care less.

This was the inner courtyard of a deserted repair shop. There were half-meter-high wormwood growing around and many trees of different thicknesses. Besides Leng Yue, there was no one else here.

He found an oak tree with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, took a stance, and whipped it with a high roundhouse kick. The big tree shook violently, and its leaves rustled.

Didn't it break? Leng Yue was a bit surprised. The strength of this kick was actually much stronger than before. Maybe his expectations were too high.

He kicked it again and again. The tree shook more and more violently. On the ninth kick, the oak tree finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a "crack", it split in half, and the whole crown tilted to one side.

Leng Yue was overjoyed. He used all his strength to kick again, and the big tree was completely broken in two and fell to the ground, leaving only a bare trunk about one meter and eight centimeters standing there.