bookbashuk Chapter 330 Hello, Brook [10k views, bonus chapter for monthly votes]
Chapter 330 Hello, Brook [10k views, bonus chapter for monthly votes]
Chapter 330 Hello, Brook [10k views, bonus chapter for monthly votes]
[Target: "Scorpion" Torres, a high-level war god.]
Known for his ruthlessness, skill in using poison and mental torture, he is Brooke's executioner, tasked with eliminating dissidents and carrying out assassination missions.
Locations: Sacramento, Red Flame Fort outpost.
Skilled in secret techniques: Thirteen Secret Techniques of the Thunder Staff Appearance: ...
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"Click!"
On the viewing platform of the Crimson Flame Fortress city wall.
Xu Feng put away the extended screen of his tactical watch and strode towards the foot of the city wall.
Built against the mountain, "Red Flame Fortress" is not an ancient stone fortress, but a composite outpost that combines modern alloy structures with traditional defensive fortifications.
On the towering alloy watchtower, the rotating life detection scanning radar emitted a low hum.
The exterior walls are equipped with highly sensitive vibration sensors, thermal imaging monitoring, and a primary detection array for blood and qi fluctuations.
On either side of the heavy, composite armored gate are arrays of automatic sensor-guided machine guns and cannons.
The special metal shields on the surface of the city wall intertwine with the reddish rocks of the mountain itself, creating a unique camouflage effect.
This military fortress was built on a reddish-brown rocky mountain, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Even so, this military fortress still has a viewing platform built for "charging a fee to view the magnificent scenery of Crimson Flame Fortress".
Xu Feng was speechless at this.
I heard this was a little trick some commander came up with to increase his income.
There are about two hundred Eagle Alliance warriors stationed in the fortress, with Torres as the supreme commander.
According to intelligence reports, Torres is a sharp, ruthless blade under Brook's command, specializing in handling dirty, shady work.
Controlling him would not only drive a thorn into Brook's inner circle.
They can also obtain a lot of secret information and use their identities to create chaos more easily.
Xu Feng looked up at the sky; there was still an hour before nightfall.
His observation revealed that the patrols within the fortress consisted of warriors equipped with standard alloy swords and large-caliber Gauss rifles.
Each team must be led by at least one novice warrior.
Key areas within the fortress, such as the command center, armory, and energy core, must have more advanced detection instruments and mental surveillance equipment.
For ordinary high-level war gods, it would be nearly impossible to infiltrate such a fortress silently.
But Hsu Feng is no ordinary person.
With a slight thought, his spiritual power quietly emanated.
Transformed into countless "tentacles" finer than a strand of hair, they clung to the ground and rocks, spreading silently in all directions.
His figure moved like sand scattered by the wind, silently using the crevices in the rocks and shadows to stealthily approach the core area of Crimson Flame Fortress at a speed of over 300 meters per second, almost touching the ground.
Meanwhile, 10 kilometers away, a team of agents from the Great Xia Intelligence Bureau were providing him with technical support.
At this moment, the entire electronic surveillance network of Crimson Flame Fortress was being quietly hacked by the tactical watch on his wrist, creating brief loops of images.
The fluctuations of the Qi and Blood Scanning Radar were cleverly interfered with and distorted by the faint chaotic force field emitted by the Chaos Pearl.
As for the infrared and motion sensors, he accurately predicted and avoided them with his mental power.
Like an invisible ghost, he traversed the minefield, bypassed the automated turrets, and silently overcame layer upon layer of obstacles.
The fortress has a complex network of passageways, with metal walls, explosion-proof lights, and surveillance cameras visible everywhere.
Occasionally, when a squad of martial artists wearing Eagle Alliance standard combat uniforms patrolled by, Xu Feng would sense them in advance and avoid them.
When there is no way to avoid it, it freezes instantly, becoming one with the shadow.
They can even use the star chart to instantly create extremely realistic but very small illusions to confuse the patrollers.
Xu Feng quickly located Torres's residence.
Pushing open the window, Xu Feng slipped inside.
Torres, who was in the bedroom, seemed to sense something was wrong and turned his head to look with bleary eyes.
They met a pair of eyes that were as deep as the starry sea, with what seemed to be shimmering silver tree shadows!
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Torres only managed to utter one word before he felt an immense, boundless spiritual force, seemingly capable of engulfing everything, descend upon him.
A terrifying calamity!
Before Torres could even open his mouth, Xu Feng instantly moved closer, pressed his hand over his mouth, and quietly slammed it onto the bed behind him.
There was also a naked woman hidden on the bed, who was instantly knocked unconscious by Xu Feng's mental power.
Xu Feng showed no mercy.
To deal with such a high-level war god, who is also Brook's confidant, we must strike decisively.
We must not give him any chance to resist or warn us.
The immense spiritual power combined with the divine tree's might transformed into countless dark golden spiritual chains, piercing directly into the depths of Torres' soul!
Torres trembled violently, his eyes instantly filled with confusion and fear.
He instinctively wanted to urge his blood and qi to resist, and to mobilize his sinister spiritual power to fight back.
However, while suppressing Torres's mind, Xu Feng also simultaneously channeled his extremely refined qi and blood into his fingertips, striking several major acupoints on Torres's neck and spine with lightning speed!
This is a sophisticated strike that combines the human race's acupoint striking techniques with the "Severing Thoughts" technique.
The aim is to instantly cut off the flow of qi and blood, and disable the ability to move!
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
With a soft thud, the surge of energy and electricity around Torres suddenly dissipated.
His eyes were wide open, filled with horror, resentment and bewilderment. His body was frozen in place, and apart from his eyes being able to move slightly, he couldn't even move a finger.
From the moment Xu Feng appeared to the moment he completely subdued Torres, the entire process took no more than two seconds!
Xu Feng did not relax at all, his left hand resting lightly on Torres' head.
An even more powerful and refined spiritual force penetrated his body, directly invading the depths of his consciousness.
Faced with Xu Feng's absolutely overwhelming mental power, Torres's resistance was as fragile as paper.
He felt his consciousness being forcibly stripped away and distorted.
A cold yet sublime will is leaving its mark on the depths of his soul.
The process lasted about fifteen minutes.
For Xu Feng, controlling a high-level war god is far simpler than controlling the lord-level retainers of Little Green Sky Mountain.
Finally, the spiritual threads slowly retracted.
The shock and confusion in Torres' eyes gradually faded, and his usual gloomy and calm demeanor returned.
But in the deepest part of those pupils, a barely perceptible glint of silver light flashed and disappeared.
His body trembled slightly, and the blocked blood and qi began to flow again slowly.
Xu Feng withdrew his acupressure fingers, took two steps back, and quietly watched him.
Torres turned around to face Xu Feng, his face showing no hostility or surprise.
Instead, he revealed a perfectly measured hint of respect and obedience, the kind of respect a confidant would show to their master.
He knelt on one knee and whispered, "Master."
The sound was steady, without any hesitation, as if it were meant to be that way.
After a while.
As usual, "Scorpion" Torres walked out of the bedroom with a gloomy expression and summoned several trusted subordinates.
next morning.
About 150 kilometers northwest of Crimson Flame Fortress, a medium-sized mine operated by the Gray Eagle Merchant Guild, another faction of the Eagle Alliance, was attacked by "unidentified" individuals.
The attackers were few in number, but extremely powerful, all of them being high-ranking warriors or above.
The leader is even a war god.
They acted swiftly and with a clear objective, heading straight for the core warehouse of the mine.
They seized a batch of "Star Sand" and "Mithril Ingots" that had just been refined.
These are all strategic minerals of extremely high value.
The mine guards put up a fierce resistance, but were quickly overwhelmed.
After the attackers succeeded, they quickly withdrew, leaving behind a few vague and threatening words directed at the "Shiva District Avengers," but without killing a single person.
Almost at the same time.
Another plantation in the southeast, belonging to a large family within the Telefis Alliance, also suffered damage.
A group of masked men broke into the garden and stole dozens of "Flaming Vermilion Fruits" and "Ice Crystal Snow Lotuses" that were about to ripen.
They also only robbed without killing, leaving behind similar provocative remarks with unclear implications.
When the news reached Crimson Flame Fortress, Torres was "furious," claiming it was a serious provocation against Lord Brook and the Treffis Alliance.
So he personally led a group to "pursue" them, but naturally came up empty-handed.
And this is just the beginning.
In the next 24 hours.
Twelve similar robberies have occurred in succession along the western border of the Eagle Alliance's four-state control territory!
The victims included different factions, families, and business groups within the Eagle Alliance.
The stolen items were all valuable rare minerals, spiritual plants, and occasionally even finished pills or rare metals.
The attackers shared a consistent style: they were extremely powerful, each team led by at least one formidable warrior; they moved swiftly; and they only stole valuables without harming anyone.
What's even more infuriating is that these attacks are not random.
When a victim is powerful enough to send out skilled individuals to surround and intercept them.
Attackers often manage to escape by sheer luck, and at crucial moments, they may even receive secret assistance from powerful, unidentified individuals who happen to be passing by.
They repelled the pursuers, allowing the attackers to escape unscathed.
But when several victims unite, they lay a trap.
The attack then mysteriously stopped, as if the attackers had some kind of premonition.
For a time, the western border region of the Eagle Alliance was filled with tension and fear.
Each faction and family suffered heavy losses and became suspicious of each other, all suspecting that someone within their ranks was colluding with an external enemy, or that other factions were taking the opportunity to weaken them.
Ultimately, some of the victims, including a highly skilled individual, conducted a thorough investigation and discovered some extremely subtle details.
The finger is subtly pointing to Brooke and his associates, who have been making headlines and acting most high-profile recently.
A flurry of complaints and inquiries flew like snowflakes towards the core of the Telefis Alliance—the Telefis councilors located in the rear "Federal City".
Federal City, Central Tower.
The council chamber of Treffis.
A middle-aged man with a sinister face and sharp, hawk-like eyes, dressed in a silver-black combat uniform, listened to the report compiled by his subordinates, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Twelve robberies, resulting in the loss of over 30 billion Alliance Coins worth of goods, involving seven families, three merchant guilds, and our own two mines!"
Terafes' voice was cold.
"To this day, you still can't even figure out the attackers' exact identities? Useless!"
The officials standing below with their hands at their sides remained silent, trembling with fear.
One of them stepped forward and whispered, "Councilor, all the clues are pointing to Brooke, and to those restless fellows under Brooke's command—"
Treffis tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"Where's Brooke? Tell him to come see me!"
Half an hour later, Brooke rushed over.
His deep, distinctive features, characteristic of the Shiva region, became increasingly rugged.
But his eyes held a hint of Eagle Alliance arrogance and ruthlessness.
His breath was deep and steady, with the faint sound of wind and thunder flowing within his body, but his aura was somewhat weak.
However, at this moment, a hint of anxiety was visible on his face.
"Your Excellency, Congressman," Brooke bowed.
Treffis didn't let him get up, but just stared at him coldly: "Brook, I admire your ability and ambition, which is why I entrusted you with the affairs of the western border."
But look at what it's become now! Chaos reigns, losses are devastating, and there's widespread discontent within the organization!
Brooke's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Sir, I have ordered a thorough investigation into this matter! It must be a frame-up by someone trying to sow discord!"
"I, Brook, am utterly loyal to you, sir. How could I possibly do something that would harm the interests of the alliance?"
"Loyalty?" Treffis scoffed. "I don't want empty words of loyalty; I want the ability to get things done and stabilize the situation!"
"Twelve consecutive incidents. What have your men been doing? Sleeping? Or... have you really lost control of those wild dogs sent by Shiva?"
These words were extremely harsh and contained an implicit threat.
Brooke broke out in a cold sweat. He knew Treffis's character: he was fair in rewarding and punishing, but also ruthless.
Although it is only a third-tier star god, it is said to have combat power comparable to a fourth-tier star god.
He also holds a high position in the Earth Alliance Council and has a close relationship with Campbell Jean, the third speaker of the Eagle Alliance.
If you are truly deemed "incompetent" or "disloyal," your fate will be absolutely tragic.
"Councilor, please calm down. Give me three more days—no, just two! I will definitely get to the bottom of this, find the mastermind behind it, and recover the losses!"
Brooke gritted his teeth and made a promise.
Treffis stared at him for a long while before slowly saying, "Fine, I'll give you two more days. If you still can't handle it—"
I wouldn't mind replacing you with someone more sensible and capable; the league has no shortage of talent.
"Yes, I understand! I will certainly live up to your expectations!" Brooke's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
As soon as Brooke left the tower, his face turned ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Starting with everyone who has recently acted suspiciously or is a suspect, take them all into custody!"
"Severe interrogation! I want to see who has the audacity to scheme against me behind my back!"
the next day.
Brooke was furious in his command post. His subordinates reported that they had interrogated dozens of people but had no clue whatsoever.
Those robberies seemed to be the work of "ghosts".
Just as he was feeling restless, his personal guard suddenly came to report: "Your Excellency, Lord Shadowraven Carol requests an audience."
"They said they have important news to report, regarding—a lead on a series of robberies!"
Brooke perked up: "Let him in!"
One of Brook's advisors, Shadow Raven Carol, strode in with a troubled expression and a pale face.
Upon seeing Brooke, he immediately knelt on one knee: "My lord, your subordinate—your subordinate may have found a clue."
"Speak!" Brooke said impatiently.
"Congressman, based on my investigation, these robberies appear to have been carried out by Torres' men."
I spotted some familiar faces on a surveillance camera three kilometers from the site of the second attack.
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As he spoke, Carroll handed Brooke several photos, one of which featured Torres's cousin.
"What?" Brooke was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "Impossible. Although Torres is greedy and ruthless, he used to act with some restraint and knew how to treat people differently."
He held the photo and pondered, "We've just arrived at Eagle Alliance and haven't even established ourselves yet. He would never be so reckless."
As they were talking, Brooke ordered someone to invite Torres to come and explain to him in person.
Torres arrived quickly.
Upon hearing Brooke's question, Torres was both surprised and furious, and immediately denied that these matters had anything to do with him.
Furthermore, he was furious at Carroll's speculation and immediately decided to go back and confront his men, determined to give Brook an explanation.
Brooke's anger subsided slightly.
Just as Torres left, a subordinate rushed in to report: "My lord, something terrible has happened! Lord Torres—he and several men suddenly attacked the warehouse guards."
They not only stole the sacred potions from warehouse number three, but also took all the Star God Weapon materials. Now they're fleeing westward!
"What?! Has Torres gone mad?!"
After a moment of confusion, Brooke suddenly realized what was happening and flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table.
Robbing colleagues can be attributed to internal strife, but robbing warehouse resources is treason!
"Carol, take men and pursue him immediately! Bring this traitor back to me at all costs, dead or alive!"
Brooke roared, his anger barely contained.
"Yes, sir!"
A strange glint flashed in Carroll's eyes. He bowed, accepted the order, quickly mustered a squad of elite soldiers, and gave chase.
Half an hour later, the guards brought news:
Carroll and his men caught up with Torres and his accomplices on the coast thirty miles to the west, and a fierce battle ensued.
Torres put up a stubborn resistance, but was ultimately killed by Carroll.
His accomplices were either killed or captured, and most of the stolen resources were recovered.
Upon hearing the news, Brooke's anger subsided somewhat, and he appreciated Carroll's decisiveness and ability even more.
He was satisfied with the advance warning and the subsequent pursuit.
Compared to Torres, Carroll is clearly a more outstanding talent!
Only then did Brooke's anger finally subside a little.
So he personally received the victorious Carol and hosted a grand banquet in his honor.
"Well done! Carol, thanks to you this time, we eliminated the traitor in time and recovered the resources."
Torres, that ungrateful wretch, deserved to die!
From today onwards, you will take over his original job and resource allocation!
"Thank you for your trust, sir! I will do my utmost to share your burdens!"
Carol bowed with "tears of gratitude," but her eyes were icy cold as she lowered her head.
However, Brooke did not see this coldness.
He quickly took out a fruit from his storage ring and handed it to Carol: "This is a Spirit Refining Fruit, a special fruit from the Shiva region. It can enhance mental power and is hard to come by."
Carol was overjoyed and immediately knelt on one knee after receiving the fruit: "Thank you, my lord! Carol is willing to give her life for you!!"
"Hahaha! Okay, get up now."
Brooke nodded in satisfaction and helped him up, but a lingering doubt remained in her mind.
Why did Torres suddenly betray them?
Is it merely because of greed?
Or were they truly misled?
Unfortunately, the thief is already dead, and there is no way to pursue the matter.
However, he was delighted to discover Carol's talent.
Brooke also understood that if he wanted to grow stronger, it was very important to develop his own power.
He looked at Carol, who was standing bowing, and then at the dark night sky outside the hall, feeling a strange sense of relief.
And this moment.
It was located on a secluded cliff dozens of miles away.
Xu Feng, through the connection with Carol's soul imprint, learned that the plan had succeeded.
He gazed in the direction of the Eagle Alliance-controlled area, a cold smile curving his lips.
Using someone else to do the dirty work, or shifting the blame elsewhere.
The first step is to eliminate Brook's key henchmen and create cracks in their internal trust.
The second step is to cultivate new "insiders" into the core, gaining their trust and higher authority.
Brooke.
Do you think killing the "traitor" will solve everything?
Next, it's time for you to experience it for yourself.
What does it mean to be beset by internal and external troubles? What does it mean to be abandoned by everyone?
"Carol, you've seen the situation now."
Inside the command post, Brook dismissed everyone except Carol, his tone more somber than ever before.
"Someone is stabbing us in the back and trying to bring us down!"
Lord Treffis was already getting impatient.
I need you to use every means possible to find this mastermind as soon as possible!
"No matter who's involved, feel free to investigate. Whatever resources or personnel you need, just let us know!"
"Don't worry, sir!"
Carol's expression was solemn, his eyes flashing with loyalty and ruthlessness.
"I will certainly live up to your expectations; not a single one of those rats hiding in the shadows will escape!"
With Brooke's absolute authorization and the allocation of resources, Carroll "swiftly" began an internal purge and investigation.
He first summoned and interrogated all the warrior-level experts in Brookmore who were not from the Shiva district, had connections with Torres, or had recently behaved strangely.
Then.
They cleverly create contradictions, spread rumors, or provide false information among these self-proclaimed claims.
He knew all too well that for a leader like Brooke, whose suspicions were growing, sometimes distrust was more deadly than solid evidence.
"Shadow" Samir was the first to suffer.
Carroll "inadvertently" revealed to Brooke that Samir had recently been in frequent contact with another faction within the Telefice Alliance.
He also privately complained that Brooke was unfair in allocating resources.
Brooke, already on edge due to Torres's betrayal, immediately ordered a secret investigation.
Although the investigation did not find conclusive evidence of treason, it did confirm that Samir did indeed have private dealings with other factions.
Brooke was furious and stripped Samir of his authority and placed him under house arrest on the grounds of "leaking secrets and misconduct".
Next up is "Iron Wolf" Bakal.
Carroll "intercepted" a letter that appeared to be a secret correspondence between Bakal and the family behind a robbed mine.
The letter implied that Bakar had "failed to cooperate" in the previous robbery and demanded further compensation.
Brooke was already resentful about the previous robbery, and upon seeing this "ironclad evidence," he was enraged.
He immediately summoned Bakar to confront the matter, but naturally, nothing came of it.
Because the letter was completely fake.
Bakal naturally wouldn't admit it, and Brooke, lacking further evidence, had no choice but to give up.
But this incident planted a seed of betrayal in Bakal.
Then, Carroll "casually" let Brooke know that his subordinate, Rajiv, the little money-grubber who managed his private property, had tampered with the accounts of supplies and lined his own pocket.
Furthermore, he secretly transferred a batch of valuable supplies to his secret warehouse.
Corruption is a major taboo in any organization, especially when Brooke desperately needs resources to consolidate her position and cultivate relationships.
Enraged, Brooke personally led a search party to raid Rajiv's warehouse, where they indeed discovered a large amount of "missing" supplies.
Rajiv was unable to defend himself and Brooke personally crippled his cultivation and threw him into a death cell.
He succumbed to his injuries just two days later.
To outsiders, Lord Carol was highly skilled, quickly "identifying" several internal "hidden dangers" and eliminating several "suspicious individuals."
Brooke was very pleased with this, and his trust in and reliance on Carroll grew day by day.
With Carroll as the fulcrum, Xu Feng, like a highly skilled surgeon, wields an invisible scalpel, precisely and ruthlessly cutting through the muscles and nerves of Brooke's "body".
Those non-core combat forces that Brooke relied on as his right-hand men or used to counterbalance various parties, one after another "went wrong" and "fell".
Brooke was initially basking in the joy of Carroll's "efficient work," feeling that his subordinates had become more "pure" and "loyal" after this "purge."
But soon, he sensed that something was wrong.
In the command center, there are fewer and fewer experts who can be named and stand alone.
Teams sent out on missions often fail or are delayed because their leaders are "suddenly injured" or "encounter accidents".
The once bustling mansion has become deserted. Even routine security and patrols are starting to feel strained.
A strange chill crept into Brooke's heart.
Until the evening of the seventh day.
Brooke was listening to a report on border friction when he suddenly noticed this.
Only three or four people remained who could stand before him to report.
Moreover, they are all relatively ordinary people, or those who rose to their positions purely through connections.
Those old brothers who had followed him out of Shiva, and those skilled fighters he had painstakingly recruited from all sides.
In just one week, more than half of them were lost!
"What... what on earth is going on?!"
Brooke suddenly stood up, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Even if he were slow to realize, he would now realize that he had probably fallen into an extremely insidious and terrifying trap.
This is neither an accident nor a coincidence.
This is a hunt targeting him personally!
Just then, a guard rushed in with a panicked report: "My lord! Something terrible has happened! Lord Carol—while investigating the last clue, Lord Carol was ambushed by a powerful enemy, severely wounded, and in critical condition. He has just been rushed to the medical center for emergency treatment!"
"What?!"
Brooke was struck dumb.
Carroll is now his most trusted and only core confidant who still seems "normal"!
"Quick! Take me to the medical center!"
Brooke, along with her two remaining bodyguards, rushed to the medical center in a great hurry.
Along the way, his ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.
Central Hospital, top-floor intensive care unit.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and various medicines.
Carroll lay on the hospital bed, his face ashen, his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.
He was connected to various monitoring instruments, and the fluctuating curves on the screens indicated that his life was in grave danger.
Several doctors were busy, but they all looked very unwell.
Brooke walked into the ward with a gloomy face and waved for the doctors to step aside.
Looking at Carol lying on the bed as if she might die at any moment, he felt a complex mix of emotions: the pain of losing a helper and the worry about his own increasingly difficult situation.
"Carol—" Brooke walked to the bedside, her voice low, "You must hold on! I've gathered the best healers and medicines—"
The doctor told Brooke that Carroll's injuries were extremely serious.
Its chest and abdomen were pierced by some kind of sinister energy, its internal organs were ruptured, and a strange spiritual force was eroding its vitality.
Although the best medicine has temporarily kept him alive, the situation is not optimistic.
Brooke's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
Upon seeing Brooke, Carol barely opened her eyes, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
His eyes were filled with pain, resentment, and a hint of something else—an indescribable complexity.
Brooke walked to the bedside and looked at his trusted confidant, who had "gone to the ends of the earth" for him, and was filled with anger, as well as a sense of guilt and sorrow.
He leaned down and whispered, "Don't worry, I will definitely find the murderer and avenge you! You—"
However, just as Brooke bent down to offer a few more words of comfort, and even considered whether to use some costly means to save his life.
The two guards who had been standing solemnly behind him like statues suddenly flashed with cold killing intent in their eyes and attacked at the same time without warning!
A man on the left suddenly produced a short dagger gleaming with a cold, dark blue light, which moved with lightning speed and pierced Brook's heart.
The man on the right, with his palms glowing with a crimson poisonous light and accompanied by a foul stench, slammed them hard into Brooke's temples!
Sneak attack!
A sneak attack from his most trusted bodyguard.
Moreover, it was a well-planned and perfectly coordinated decisive strike!
Brook is, after all, a second-tier Star God.
In life-or-death situations, powerful fighting instincts and abundant vital energy are automatically activated.
A dazzling azure aura erupted from his body in an instant, while he twisted his body to one side with all his might!
"Pfft!" "!"
The short thorn pierced through the gap in his combat uniform, and although Brook twisted it to reduce some of the force, it still pierced deeply into his left rib.
The crimson poisonous palm grazed his temple, and the poison corroded his face, instantly causing half of his face to go numb and ache with pain!
"ah-!!"
Brook let out a furious roar, and with a backhand punch, carrying the power of violent wind and thunder, he blasted the head of the guard who had ambushed him on the right into pieces!
"puff!"
Red and white things splashed everywhere!
However, the guard on the left, having landed a successful blow, immediately drew his sword and slashed at Brooke.
Almost at the same moment.
Carole, who was "on the verge of death" on the hospital bed, suddenly sprang up from the bed with a burst of strength.
Like a loyal dog protecting its master, it lunged at the guard on the right and shoved him aside!
"Be careful, sir!"
Carol fell to the ground with a thud, screaming as if she had used up her last bit of strength.
Enraged, Brook unleashed an even more devastating palm strike at the traitor on his left!
"boom!"
The guard was struck squarely in the chest by Brooke's angry palm.
His entire chest collapsed instantly, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth as he flew backward and crashed into the wall.
It was clear that he was going to die.
"Carol!!"
Brooke suddenly rushed to Carol's side, picked him up, and was about to put him back on the hospital bed with a grateful expression.
However, at that moment...
Carol's lips curled into a strange and cold smile.
His hand, pressed against the other's body, silently produced three beads, each the size of a longan, their surfaces wreathed in cyan wind patterns and purple lightning arcs—
These are the three "Wind and Thunder Pearls" that Xu Feng obtained when he and Xiao Feng explored the ancient ruins earlier!
Simultaneously.
With his other hand, he crushed an unremarkable black leather pouch.
A thick, pungent, and highly corrosive dark green toxic mist permeated the air!
"Lord Brook—let's set off together!"
Carol spoke in a hoarse, triumphant voice that only the two of them could hear.
Brooke's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of impending death gripped his heart.
He finally understood!
Carroll is not loyal at all; he is the mastermind behind all of this!
The previous serious injury was fake, the tackle on the bodyguard was fake, it was all to create the opportunity for this fatal blow!
"No--!
""
Brook roared in shock and rage, desperately trying to retreat and defend himself.
But it was too late!
"burst!"
Without hesitation, Carroll detonated the three Wind and Thunder Orbs in his hand, and at the same time pushed the burst of poisonous mist toward Brook, who was right next to him!
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening explosion rang out in the closed hospital room!
A cyan hurricane and purple lightning intertwined and raged, instantly tearing apart the walls and ceiling of the ward, and the violent energy ripped all the instruments and furniture to shreds.
Brooke only had time to unleash the remaining protective energy to its maximum and cross his arms in front of him.
However, the Wind and Thunder Pearl is an ancient relic, and its power is enough to severely injure the ultimate war god!
The combined power of the three exploding simultaneously is terrifying.
Add to that the essence of the venom sac of the ultimate lord-level venomous dragon, and its corrosive power is terrifying!
"puff--!
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Brook's protective aura was torn apart like paper, and the violent wind and thunder power slammed into his chest and abdomen.
The dark green toxic fumes were incredibly pervasive, seeping in through the wounds and tiny abrasions in the skin caused by the explosion!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Brooke let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He was blown backward by the blast, crashing through the load-bearing wall of the ward and falling into the corridor outside!
Smoke and dust filled the air.
The pungent smell of burning and the foul odor of toxic fumes filled the entire floor.
As the smoke and dust cleared slightly, Brooke was seen lying in the ruins, looking extremely miserable!
A huge, charred hole, transparent from front to back, was blown open between his chest and abdomen, with bloody and mangled flesh at the edges, and fragments of broken bones and writhing internal organs vaguely visible.
His skin was covered with wounds from wind blades and lightning arcs.
Even more terrifying, the dark green venom was frantically corroding his flesh, sizzling and emitting plumes of foul-smelling smoke.
Large patches of his skin were festering and oozing pus; the tenacious vitality of a Star God Realm expert was being rapidly devoured by the devastating injuries and deadly poison!
Even so, Brooke did not die.
His eyes were filled with boundless pain, anger, resentment, and disbelief.
He struggled to lift his head and look in the direction of the ruins of the ward.
Carroll's figure had long since been reduced to ashes in the explosion, leaving no trace of his body.
But Brooke knew that the real killer was not Carroll.
Carol doesn't have the ability, nor the guts!
There must be someone behind this! Who is it?
Great Xia? A political enemy of Treffis?
Or is it... Treffis?
"Heh ————·————"
He wanted to roar, but could only manage a hoarse, broken bellows-like sound.
Large mouthfuls of foul blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed from his mouth.
Just then, hurried footsteps and alarms came from both ends of the corridor.
Cyborg Hansen, the ultimate warrior dispatched by Treffis to Federal City to maintain order and monitor Brook, arrived with a team of fully armed elite guards.
They were alerted by the violent explosion.
Seeing Brooke's wretched, near-death state in the corridor, Hansen's expression changed drastically: "Quick! Seal off the entire hospital! Every floor!"
No one is allowed in or out! Immediately contact the best therapists and detox experts, and get Congressman Brooke into the operating room!
The guards acted swiftly, dispersing the medical staff and other patients who rushed to the scene after hearing the commotion, and setting up a cordon.
Hansen stepped forward himself to check on Brooke's injuries.
"roll!!!"
Brooke was breathing heavily, his eyes wide as he looked at the other person warily, his fist clenched in front of him.
"Your injuries are too severe, and the poison is too potent," Hansen's expression changed. "I won't come near you. Have the medical staff take you to surgery!"
As he spoke, he immediately stepped back.
He also noticed Brooke's wariness.
The fact that a powerful member of parliament could be injured to this extent suggests that something is wrong with his entourage.
Seeing this, Brooke breathed a slight sigh of relief and allowed a team of medical staff to carry him into the operating room.
However, he was constantly observing his surroundings, ready to launch a sudden attack at any moment.
"Quickly! Inform Lord Treffis that Councilor Brooke has been attacked and is in critical condition, currently undergoing emergency treatment!"
Hansen escorted them while issuing stern orders.
Inside the operating room, the operating lights came on.
Several of the Federation City’s top surgeons, toxicologists, and healing ability users are already in place.
Their faces were grave as they looked at Brooke, who was being carried onto the operating table, barely breathing.
Given the severity of the injuries and the bizarre, potent poison, they weren't entirely confident of victory.
"Start immediately! First, stabilize vital signs, then attempt to clear toxins and repair major organs and blood vessels!"
The chief surgeon, a bespectacled, composed elderly man, quickly issued instructions.
Immediately, several doctors began to provide emergency treatment to Brooke.
Hemostasis, wound cleaning, injection of antitoxin serum and highly effective recovery agents —
Brooke was in a daze, but his survival instinct made him cooperate as much as possible.
As the doctors performed the surgery, he gradually relaxed.
"The toxin is too potent and has penetrated very deeply; we need to remove a large area of necrotic tissue first."
"The internal organs are severely missing, requiring immediate transplantation of artificial organs or finding replacements —"
"My mental strength has also been severely shaken and needs to be stabilized—"
The doctors exchanged ideas quickly.
Brooke lay on the operating table, feeling her life slipping away and the torment of the poison, her heart filled with boundless resentment and fear.
who is it?
Who exactly is so determined to kill him?
Just as the surgery reached a critical moment.
The surgeon was carefully clearing fragments of broken organs from Brooke's chest cavity.
A young assistant who had been silent all along, wearing a mask and surgical cap, suddenly looked up.
Above the mask, a pair of eyes appeared calm to the point of indifference.
Brooke's blurry vision seemed to meet those eyes, and a chilling fear from the depths of his soul suddenly exploded within him.
He made a "hoho" sound in his throat.
Just then.
The "assistant" suddenly smiled at him: "Hello, Representative Brooke."
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