The human brain is not an infinite treasure.

At least physiologically, there is a limit to the exact number of brain cells, and of course, the corollary from this is that human thinking is also limited.

Motokazu Yanagi is no exception.

Even if he has a four-digit brain, he still has some overstretched dilemmas when he encounters a real problem in his research and needs to mobilize the brain abilities of all the clones for collaborative computing.

For example, at the moment Schester Owie.

On weekdays, as long as he pays attention to controlling his facial expressions, Schefter can completely disguise himself as a normal person - this is also necessary, after all, the task of this doppelganger is to take root in the local area and experience the life of a normal person in a solid way.

However, when the doppelganger's brain is called up by the body to carry out most of the resources to tackle key projects, the little attention left by Schester Aowei is not enough to perfectly simulate a normal person.

It's like a person who looks at their phone while cooking and sometimes cracks eggs in the trash can only and throws the shells in the pan to scramble the eggs.

This kind of low-level mistake never happens when people are concentrating and concentrating on cooking, but when people's main attention is shifted to the phone screen, it may be.

Therefore, when 90% of the resources in the brain are computing and simulating space distortion, it is naturally impossible for Schester Aowei to allocate a part of the precious brain resources for a small underworld leader to control his facial expressions to match Jonathan's dialogue - a small mole ant, how can it be important to have Liu Shengyuan and the key experiment at this moment?

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"Young man, I want to see how bad your temper is!" Jonathan sneered, a cold smile on his fat face and the corners of his mouth.

Not to mention a small, not yet famous basketball player, even if he is a real NBA superstar, you have to be polite when you see him.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid is likely to be a cash cow, he would have ordered someone to kill this bastard who doesn't know the height of the sky.

"You're looking for death!"

Since the boss expressed his dissatisfaction, James, as the younger brother, immediately yelled, lifted the table in front of him with both hands, and wanted to smash the heavy table on the bastard opposite.

"This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Ditro exclaimed, quickly leaving his seat and stepping back.

The wide and heavy table top blocked the view on both sides, and the moment James used both hands to push the table to smash it, a hand suddenly grew on the table!

A hairless, white jade flawless hand!

The hairs on the arms of white people are generally heavy, but not only is there not a single hair on this hand, but not even half of the pores can be seen, and the whole body is like white jade.

The hand passed silently through the heavy tabletop, as if it had only passed through a film of water.

Then five fingers and one button, buckled on the top of James's bare head.

There was not even any trace of muscle bulge on this arm, but the next moment, James's skull suddenly made a terrifying popping sound, and the big head burst open like a ripe watermelon under the claws of this white jade-like hand.

The white brain pulp mixed with blood splattered everywhere, and a trace of brain plasma splashed directly on the fat face that was sitting not far away, Jonathan was still sneering.

The hand that passed through the table slowly let go of the five fingers, and James's headless corpse fell limply on the glass floor.

Under the glass floor, countless beautiful girls in swimsuits still laughed merrily like canaries, oblivious to what was happening overhead.

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"Ah————!h

Maybe when he was young, on the black street, when he fought hard to fight the world by his own blood, Jonathan was indeed as ruthless as a gray wolf, and at that time he was not only ruthless to others, but also to himself.

But when Jonathan is so successful that he doesn't need to play his own, but sits in his office, smoking a fancy cigar, and using his brains more than his hands, he is left to be cruel to others.

Of course, the scene that happened in front of him was indeed far beyond the scope of his common sense. Even if the kid on the other side suddenly pulled out an all-plastic pistol and broke James with one shot, he would not lose his temper like this.

(The pairs of angels and witches in the hallway from the elevator to the garden gate aren't just there for decoration — that's a number of security checks, including but not limited to X-rays, metal induction detection, explosives sniffing, and only unconventional weapons like all-plastic pistols that can be brought in without surveillance.) ）

With Jonathan's screams, gangsters with guns rushed out from rocks, bushes, pillars, and even ponds - as a gang boss, how could Jonathan be so close to two strangers without protection?

The place where Jonathan met was not chosen randomly. There are institutions and facilities on all sides, among which there are as many as twelve security forces on daily duty, and these people are the real elite of Jonathan's men.

"Kill him, he's a monster!" Jonathan yelled angrily.

But among those who rushed out, no one could answer his command.

The moment these rushing warriors raised their guns, their guns broke, their limbs decomposed, and their heads fell!

A whole dozen big men, at the same moment, were torn apart like toys that had been broken by a naughty boy.

"Boom, snap—"

Strangely shaped pieces of flesh fell to the ground, making all sorts of disgusting sounds, and the originally fierce warrior was now nothing more than a pile of rotten meat.

The smell of blood quickly spread through the garden.

In front of Jonathan, the strange hand that had passed through the table and pinched James's head alive was gently clenched into a fist, and the heavy table suddenly turned into a pile of crumbs and spilled onto the floor.

At this moment, behind the shattered table, the young man named Schester Owie appeared in front of Jonathan again.

His hair, which used to be like a messy chicken nest, was now straight and smooth behind his head, half of his face was covered by the messy hair, and he was completely exposed in front of Jonathan's eyes.

What a face that is!

On the average person's face, there are always some imperfections such as dark spots, wrinkles, scattered eyebrows, and at least some different shades of skin tone - such as the nasal hole, chin and the lower part of the eyes.

But on this face, these blemishes are completely gone!

There are no spots or wrinkles on the face, bright red lips under the straight bridge of the nose, and a pair of deep eyes that cannot see the bottom, and a faint trace of green slowly circulating in the deep darkness.

It was a perfect face, with no expression on it, neither anger nor joy.

It seemed to 'him' that Jonathan, who was so frightened that his fat face was distorted, that he had been twelve big living people just now, but now that there were twelve extra piles of flesh on the ground, that not far behind him, his legs trembled like noodles, and that he had to hold on to a small palm tree to barely stand, and that through the glass floor, the crowds of beauties were alive and fragrant, all of which meant nothing to him.

'Him' gaze was unfocused, as if he was looking at the whole world, and he didn't seem to be looking at anything.

'He' stood there, blood flowing from all sides to his feet, but he didn't seem to dare to stain his shoes, and the blood surrounded the place where he stood, creating a standard circle of one meter in diameter.

He didn't move, he didn't speak.

In the blood, there is a peculiar sense of perfection in the form of 'Him', a perfection that belongs to the statue, to God, but not to man!

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'He' just stood so quietly that it seemed like he could stand until he was old.

Jonathan didn't dare to move, breathing as lightly, lightly, and lightly as he could.

If he could not breathe, he would not even want to breathe.

As a senior underworld boss, Jonathan not only mixes well, but also lives a long time, and must have arranged one after another for his own security issues.

The twelve gunmen on duty beside him somehow turned into a pile of rotten meat, but that didn't mean there were no other people around Jonathan.

The second wave of gunmen arrived from all over the building in less than five minutes, which was much faster than the police in Dieter.

However, whoever enters, no matter through which secret entrance, dares to point a gun at this strange figure standing there motionless, like a statue, will inevitably turn into a pile of pieces of flesh at the same moment when the gun is raised.

Wave after wave, and in half an hour, there were at least forty more piles of rotten meat here.

Just now, Jonathan saw his marksman, Ryan, at the other end of the garden, at least a hundred and fifty meters from here, ordering his other men to set up sniper rifles and aim them at 'Him' back.

Ryan didn't bend down to aim until he saw the man who had set up the sniper rifle standing up intact.

Then, the 'wise' Ryan never got back up again. Ryan's man was on his knees, not daring to move.

Jonathan's heart hurts like being slashed by a knife, these people are the foundation of his foothold! The Gray Wolf Gang has a lot of people, but there are not many real elite gunslingers, more than forty have died in the past half an hour, if he dies again, he, the boss, will not have to mess around.

In Dieter, money alone is useless, there are no subordinates who dare to fight and kill, and there is no money to spend.

Jonathan spoke up even if he was scared.

"Hey—"

It is not easy for a man as big as Jonathan to be like a little girl, pinching his throat and making such a soft and subtle sound.

The other party didn't react at all, just stood quietly in place, as quiet as a statue.

"Hi ——!"

Jonathan amplified his voice a little more, and at the same time emboldened, stretched out his fat hand and shook it.

The other party still didn't react at all.

"Mr. Sherst?" Humans are always sensitive to their names.

But the other party still stood there silently, motionless.

"Mr. Sherst, this is a misunderstanding, really, I swear by my deceased mother, I have absolutely no ill will. ”

"Mr. Sjoster?"

It's been more than half an hour since now, and this statue-like Schester Owei hasn't even rolled his eyes, let alone blinked.

Jonathan stood up quietly, trying not to make any noise, and tiptoed back.

This huge hanging garden office makes everyone who enters here always amazed, and Jonathan has also gained a lot of vanity.

But now, he wished that this place was as small as possible—it was ten meters away, and how could the nearest gate be so far away?

Jonathan didn't dare to run away, not seeing that Ryan had been killed more than a hundred meters away just now - distance was not the point, not attracting the attention of 'that person' was the most important thing.

One step, one step, closer, nearer, the gate was in sight, and Jonathan's hands were on the handle.

"Y-where are you going?"

The voice was not loud, not like it was coming from Jonathan's ears, but like it was ringing from the bottom of his heart.

Jonathan's feet went limp, and he collapsed in front of the gate.

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Jinao Island, underground laboratory.

"We succeeded!" In the past three years, Yanagi Yuanhe has become more and more moody, and it is rare to have joy in his tone like now.

"Yes, we've finally made it!" Leilani stood on his left hand, and on Leilani's left hand was Sakura Kobayashi, the three of them in a triangular position, and in the middle of the three, Yanagi and the outstretched right hand.

"It's not easy, Nini's fighting method plus my Zhou Tian Xingchen, plus Sakura's Taiji diagram, it took two full years for us to finally complete the first semi-finished product. ”

In the palm of Yanagi Yuanhe's right hand, he held a vague spherical object, and the eyes of the three of them were fixed on this spherical object, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

And in fact, it's pretty much the same.

The object was about the size of a fist, and in the bright light, it was impossible to see clearly.

In this laboratory, which is hundreds of meters deep underground, two of the three people can rank in the top two of human eyesight, and the third can definitely rank within the top 1,000 of human eyesight.

But even with this kind of vision, no one can tell what the surface of this small thing that exists in Yanagi and his palm is a sphere, except that it can be vaguely seen as a sphere.

"Yuanhe, I really didn't expect that after the space was cut off, it would be such a thing, but what is the use of this thing?"

Most of the time I have been living on Jinao Island, although Leilani and Kobayashi Sakura can't soak in the laboratory all day like Yanagi Yuanhe, but they are not unfamiliar with some of Yanagi Yuanhe's research projects.

There is one of the studies, but Yanagi Yuanhe wants to pull the two of them to participate together.

That's the experiment of distorting space. Of course, Liu Shengyuan and himself can also distort and collapse space, but if you want to break the space barrier, you have to win the battle with Delelani!

It may be that for the space diaphragm itself, the amount is meaningless, although Liu Shengyuan and there are many clones, and the innate sword qi in the past two years does not know how much it has increased, but he has no problem distorting the space, and he wants to cut off a piece of space, but he is still unable to study the deep structure of the space.

Until just now, after countless experiments and verifications, he finally devised a set of schemes, as long as Leilani could penetrate the space film, Liu Sheng Yuanhe could use the improved version of Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array arranged in advance, forcibly cut a piece of space, and observe the actual composition of the space film from another angle.

It is precisely because in the actual operation process that Liu Shengyuan and suddenly found that the mental power and computing power required to split the space were far beyond expectations, and in the original plan, only a part of the spiritual computing power of the scientific research clones was transferred, which was obviously not enough to support the operation of the large array, so Liu Shengyuan and had to temporarily call the mental power and computing power of all the clones.

As a result, a portion of the doppelganger is completely instinctually in charge of the body during this time.

And for the doppelganger of Sherst, it is 'death to those who generate killing intent'!