"The fifth experiment, last recorded, was 1,140 kilometers per hour."

As the camera shakes and the snowflakes disappear, Wade's face appears in the shot.

At this time, he was still wearing a silver-gray tracksuit; The skin-cling clothing is like Wade's second skin, with clear lines, and the strong muscles of the water chestnut are more conspicuous under the outline of the sportswear.

He wore a pair of red spiked shoes, the soles of which glistened in the shadow of the lonely moon, and they were obviously metal nails.

After many tests, Wade already has a certain understanding of his abilities and the limits of his body; He had been to the hospital for an examination, and found that whether it was various physical data or metabolism, he was far above the normal level.

The tendons of his feet are comparable to steel bars, and the strength of his flesh is no different from that of steel plates; And when he uses his ability, his neural transmission is greatly accelerated, which is why he feels as if the world is all still.

Of course, the rest of the data was the result of the test done by him alone, otherwise he might have been a guinea pig lying on the dissecting table to be slaughtered.

"Now let's start the reaction test."

Wade stood in place with his body straight, and about two hundred meters in front of him, there were five launchers scattered around, and the launch slots of these launchers were filled with headless arrows!

About twenty meters in front of those transmitters, there was a mannequin in each place; These mannequins have pork taped to their chests to simulate human flesh and skin.

"Tick-"

"Whoosh-"

As the command was given, the five launchers began to operate at the same time; More than a dozen headless arrows made an indiscernible sound, breaking through the air in front of them and shooting away at the model in front of them.

Wade turned into a golden lightning bolt at the same time as the arrow was fired; In an instant, the golden lightning crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and came to the model, blocking the arrows.

The pork on the chest of the last mannequin has been pierced by arrows.

The golden lightning bolt appeared in front of the model in the next moment, and Wade stood there, still clutching a few arrows with trembling tail feathers in his hands; Looking at the arrow that pierced the model, Wade fell silent.

He looked back at the course he had just run, which he had set at a level of less than half of his current limit speed; It stands to reason that even if he walked up to these models like a leisurely stroll, he could easily stop all these arrows.

But he didn't do it, and even if he started with a full sprint at full speed, he couldn't save the arrow before it pierced the last model.

The problem is already clear - Wade's pace is slowing down.

"I guess there's no event." Wade pulled out the arrow, and then his figure flickered, and he appeared a hundred meters away; He picked up the metal ball that was placed on the folding chair and fumbled around the surface of the ball for a moment.

With a "click", the metal ball cracked in the center, and a light blue light hit Wade's face; Then, the metal ball in his hand extended outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the round body became flattened, as if it had been crushed by a hydraulic press.

This is the "mimetic bunker", a brand new technology that was delivered to Wade just two days ago.

Wade mounted the mimic bunker that had been activated on his chest, and then he heard a burst of electricity in his ears, and nothing changed, as if nothing had happened.

"I don't feel it at all."

Wade looked around him, then reached out and danced around his body, but he didn't feel anything; Looking down at the mimetic bunker on his chest, the flattened body was glowing pale blue in a steady pattern, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Try it."

Holding a banknote in his hand, Wade quickly got into the groove, as a paper product, it burns more easily than fiber products such as clothes in a hot environment; If it can survive the rest of the run, then the mimetic bunker is really useful.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling a cloudy breath, Wade tried to calm his emotions as much as he could; Now he didn't have the heart to care why his speed was decaying, all he had to do was run forward until he was hoarse.

"Bang-"

Before the roar caused by the start had dissipated, the golden lightning had already disappeared in the direction of the city; The hurricane overturned folding chairs and other objects, leaving only the cold moonlight shining on it.

This is the Nishi-ku of Osaka City, and of course, it has another name - Gokudo Ward.

The reason why Nishi Ward is named Gokudo Ward is because most of the headquarters of Gokudo organizations in Osaka City are located here. Just walk into the basement of a warehouse building and you can enter the underground world that extends in all directions.

There is no difference between the black market, the pole, and the government.

Although it is midnight, it is the busiest time of the underground world; Colorful lights swayed around with the change of the beat of the music, and the members of the various poles were scattered in groups of groups in the vast underground, either confronting each other and insulting, or selling arms and bargaining.

Messy, messy, poor, it's just tailor-made for this kind of place.

Shimada, who has a small head, passes through one stall after another; Today, he was tightly wrapped in a black trench coat, and the raised collar obscured most of his face, revealing only two eyes.

He came here alone, and there was no Yamada-gumi team member in sight beside him; At his waist, a sword swung up and down as he moved, and a golden dragon clung to the root of the hilt, digging its blade deep into its scabbard.

As the boss of the Yakuza organization that can be ranked in the entire Toei row, many people's memories of Shimada can be said to be very profound; Even if he has deliberately concealed his appearance at this moment, he still can't avoid being recognized.

So, not long after he appeared in the underworld, the originally noisy underground gradually quieted down; Everyone watched Shimada's every move vigilantly - the knife at his waist was rarely taken outside by him, but when it did, it was bound to be bloodthirsty!

"Tell Ye Wang to come out to me."

Shimada stopped in the middle of a Yakuza organization's territory and said coldly; Opposite him, a lean man with his shirtless body and the green dragon on his chest exposed was about to have a seizure after hearing what Shimada said, but he recognized the expressionless Shimada, and the arrogance on his face was instantly replaced by respect.

"It's Mr. Shimada, you wait a moment." The lean man whispered, then turned and trotted into the iron gate behind him; Moments later, he stepped out from behind the iron gate, only this time, he was followed by a team of more than a dozen people.

"Isn't this Shimada, why did you come to my Cloud Sakura Group alone today?"

A strong man with a figure even slightly better than Shimada walked out of the crowd; His facial features are vicious, and on his oily big bald head is a black tiger that looks up to the sky and roars, and his arms that are comparable to a girl's willow waist are exposed to the air, and his bulging muscles are still squirming.

This strong man is the boss of the Cloud Sakura Group - Oda Nobo.

When Oda Nobo said the word "one person", he deliberately accentuated it.

"I don't have anything here today, I'll leave when I'm done." Shimada was not angry by Nobo's taunts, he just held the handle of the sword all the time, and put on a posture that he could draw the knife at any time.

"What's the matter?"

"Let Yamada form the second largest Yakuza organization in Osaka!"

The sword flashed, and Oda Nobo, who was hinting at threatening Shimada at the last moment, suddenly trembled, and his eyes instantly became dull.

Then, his tall, muscular body parted in the middle, and bright red blood splattered everywhere, but it was not stained on Shimada's body.

The entire underground world fell into a dead silence after Orida Nobo's body hit the ground, and a white viscous liquid mixed with red threads dripped to the ground and merged into a pool of blood.

Yamada Shimada, who was still standing with a knife, flashed a murderous intent in his eyes, and he swept past the members of the Yunying group who were still recovering from the shock, and a snow-white flame slowly climbed on the blade of the cold light.

This is the flame that burns the soul.

The solo-like whistling wind was suddenly mixed with a few abrupt explosions, and Wade, who was running around the city, turned around and flashed into an uninhabited alley and stopped.

In his hand, he still held the paper banknote that had been pinched beyond recognition.

"Bang Bang ......"

There were a few more bangs, and this time, Wade even felt the ground under his feet vibrate, he frowned, leaned over the ground, and his breathing was deliberately slowed.

"Looks like there's really something down here."

After listening for a moment, Wade rose from the ground, but there was no dust on his body because of the simulacrum cover; Wade took a deep breath, and after moving his muscles slightly, he dodged and disappeared from the spot.