"What?!" Hearing the name Meng Jie said, Du Chengzhi couldn't help but shout, "How is it possible?" ”

"You may not know about war paint, it's the result of experiments that have been preserved on the first generation of genetic warriors on a national basis." Meng Jie told Du Chengzhi that there are very few people in this world who know about it, "I was also selected for the genetic modification project back then, but unfortunately I couldn't participate in it for some other reasons." ”

"But ......" Du Chengzhi was still dumbfounded, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time like a stormy wave.

"Most of the first generation of genetic warriors fell in the war, and only a handful survived. The sacrifices of those warriors were, in a sense, the foundation of what we are today. Later, the countries reached a treaty and decided to abolish any project related to genetic warriors, and since such a project was a national project, everyone obeyed the treaty peacefully when there was no real threat to the country. ”

"Uncle Meng, how can you be sure that Ding Xiu is that person's direct bloodline?" Du Chengzhi asked.

"It's very simple, because war paint can be passed on, and in genetic parlance, it's called heredity." Meng Jie smiled, "This is the wisdom of the country, the leaders are far-sighted, and they have long anticipated what may happen later." Therefore, we put more effort into the first generation of genetic warriors than other countries, so that in the event of a binding treaty, our surviving genetic warriors can still preserve this ability to their children and grandchildren by reproducing. ”

"Of course, not all descendants of genetic warriors can inherit this ability, only the first child of each generation in the direct line can get this opportunity." Meng Jie continued: "Each genetic warrior's battle paint and the power of the war paint are different, the reason why I say that Ding Xiu is that person's direct bloodline is because I have also seen his tattoo on that person's body, combined with your description of Ding Xiu's combat strength, it should be eight or nine and ten. ”

"So that's ......" Du Chengzhi nodded, "That person, he has a grandson, and ...... If Ding Xiu is also his grandson, then Ding Xiu's mother ......"

"Do you think the water is very deep?" Meng Jie asked.

"Yes."

"So I said, that's all for it." Meng Jie solemnly reminded Du Chengzhi, "Otherwise, it is very likely that there will be a break between the south and north houses of the House of Lords, and once this kind of thing happens, it will cause immeasurable losses to us Grells." ”

"I see, Uncle Meng." Under Meng Jie's reminder, Du Chengzhi finally figured out the stakes.

"It's a pity that the Nangang spy case was taken away by the person who escaped." He sighed again, thinking that he hadn't done his job for many days, and he couldn't help but blame himself.

"I don't blame you for this, I can only say that they are too well prepared." Meng Jie patted Du Chengzhi's shoulder and said with relief: "If it is not as I expected, Elbrand may need this ant egg to make some big moves, then you have to be careful, Minister Cai, you also give him a reminder." ”

Meng Jie returned to the room where Ding Xiu was staying, and motioned for the staff to remove all the instruments.

Ding Xiu looked at him quietly, and he had some doubts about Du Chengzhi's whereabouts.

"He's got something to do, but he's here." Meng Jie's tone was calm, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"What are you going to do with me, and my companions?" Ding Xiu asked at him.

"Come with me." Meng Jie beckoned to him.

Ding Xiu followed him out of the room, and no one stopped or followed the staff around him.

The corridor was very long, Meng Jie walked in front, and after turning around, he couldn't see a few figures.

Ding Xiu knew that this old man must be a big man, because in the room where he was being held before, he saw that Du Chengzhi and the other staff members were respectful to the old man.

For a moment, a thought began to sprout in Ding Xiu's heart, that is, to hold this old man hostage as a bargaining chip for himself and his companions to escape.

As soon as his thoughts came to him, he heard Meng Jie, who was walking in front, suddenly speak: "I don't think you're ready, I'll give you a chance to do it later." ”

The old man didn't look back at all, and even the frequency of his walking footsteps didn't change, but at the moment when Ding Xiu had a thought, he understood Ding Xiu's thoughts like an uncertain prophet.

"You...... Got eyes behind you? Ding Xiu was stunned, his tone couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

"I don't have eyes behind me, but the sound of your breathing has changed." Meng Jie turned his head sideways and smiled, glancing at him.

"What...... What the?! Ding Xiu didn't feel any change in his breathing at all, but the old man's words made him unable to refute it.

"One can never hide one's inner thoughts, because the power of thought is so great that it can be everywhere as soon as it comes out, from a subtle look to an action that one is accustomed to, can refract its underlying motives. The same goes for breathing, and it's not surprising that you may not feel a subtle change in your breathing, because your perception isn't yet that high. ”

"I ...... I just want to know what you plan to do with me and my companions. Ding Xiu was a little afraid that his inner thoughts would be known to the old man, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"It's coming." Meng Jie said: "I have one more thing to know about you, and after this matter is understood, I will let you go." ”

"Really? What's up? Ding Xiu asked.

"I'll take you somewhere, and you'll know when you get there."

Ding Xiu followed him all the way forward, and the two came to a large door.

Meng Jie pressed his palm on the controller next to the door, and after the device retrieved the fingerprint, the door slowly opened.

It looks like a large warehouse, with a lot of space, and from the inside, it looks like a training place.

"See those weapons on the shelves? You pick. Meng Jie said to Ding Xiu: "Do what you just wanted." ”

"Old man, are you serious?" Ding Xiu was a little surprised, he didn't expect the old man to bring him here with such an intention.

"What, you're scared?" Meng Jie laughed, "I'm empty-handed, you are free." ”

"I did plan to attack you in the hallway before, but I didn't want to hurt you, I just wanted to hold you hostage so that I and my companions could get out." Ding Xiu generously admitted: "Since you have already seen through my plan, why do you still ......?"

"I'm curious about your fighting ability, and I want to see how good your level is." Meng Jie nodded at him and motioned, "Do as I say, as long as you can touch my body, whether it is with fists, feet or weapons, I will count you as a winner, and I will also release you and your companions." ”

"Really?" Ding Xiu was happy in his heart, this was much easier than kidnapping him," the gentleman said. ”

"It's hard to chase a horse." Meng Jie smiled and waited for him to go to the shelf to get the weapon. "Let's go and get ready."

Ding Xiu walked quickly to the shelf, ready to choose one or two weapons to take advantage of.

There were a variety of weapons on the shelves, guns and knives, and Ding Xiu's eyes swept over the rows of guns, and finally he chose a metal long stick.

He was not good at using a stick, but after a moment of hesitation, he took it to his hand.

Meng Jie saw that Ding Xiu had chosen the long stick, and his eyes were slightly surprised, "Ding Xiu, why did you choose a stick instead of a gun?" ”

"It is said that guns and bullets have no eyes, and I don't feel malice in you, so naturally you can't treat each other with guns and bullets. And your age, plus it's empty-handed...... I think it's better to use a stick. ”

"Young people have a good heart." Meng Jie bowed slightly, and glanced at Ding Xiugao in his heart.

"Do you know how to use a stick?" He asked.

"Not really, I'm good at guns, or rather, the blade. It's a pity that my Yanlong hand fell to Nangang......" Thinking of the weapon in his hand, Ding Xiu felt very sorry in his heart.

"Then you should take the hand of the Yanlong." Meng Jie smiled and walked towards the wall on the other side, where he took out a long box.

Meng Jie threw the box to Ding Xiu, who opened it and took a look, and saw that it was indeed his own gun blade.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and his eyes looked towards Meng Jie, with a little more gratitude in it.

"Old man, thank you for your many concessions, but I can't take advantage of you too much, otherwise I won't win, please choose a weapon, and in the end, no matter whether you win or lose, I am willing to gamble and lose." Ding Xiu said solemnly to Meng Jie.

The two are not fighting to the death, Meng Jie has already leaned towards Ding Xiu one after another in terms of conditions, so Ding Xiu will not be ignorant. He only needs to follow what Meng Jie said, even if he hits Meng Jie's body, even if he wins, if he wants to take advantage of Meng Jie's empty hands under such conditions, his self-esteem will definitely not allow it.

Seeing Ding Xiu's solemn expression, Meng Jie nodded, "I'll take the stick in your hand." ”

Ding Xiu handed the long stick to Meng Jie and asked him, "I haven't asked the old gentleman for his name." ”

"My surname is Meng, and my name is Meng Jie." Meng Jie took the long stick and held it in his hand very casually.

"Senior Meng, I'm offended." Ding Xiu took a good posture and gestured towards Meng Jie.

"Okay, come on." Meng Jie nodded.

With the blade of Ding Xiu's gun in his hand, the momentum of the whole person changed, and he held the hand of Yanlong and did not shoot immediately, but pounced towards Meng Jie, ready to bully himself in close combat.

Meng Jie's gaze glanced at the tattoo on Ding Xiu's chest that suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly understood, "Okay, very good." ”

He didn't know what he was approving, his body moved slightly, and the long stick in his hand probed towards Ding Xiu like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

"It's !! so fast" Ding Xiu saw a little afterimage in front of him, and hurriedly received the hand of the flame dragon that was waved out in front of him and prepared to resist. But when the afterimage hit his chest, it was like a few more clones, and he only heard the "clanging" sound on the blade of the gun, and in less than a second, the tip of the stick was at least a dozen times on it.

The power of each bit was very great, and the dozen shocks instantly made Ding Xiu's wrist numb, and he almost couldn't hold the blade.