Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 883: No One Should be Written Off Without Proof of Death

"It’s already the sixth generation; I’ll take you to get what you want, just let me die quickly." After hearing Yang Shu’s words, the priest simply replied and took the initiative to lead Yang Shu to find those Biochemical Enhancers.

Seeing how cooperative the priest was, Yang Shu said nothing more, following behind the priest as they left the room. At this moment, the subordinates outside had already killed everyone, following behind Yang Shu.

The group walked through a glass corridor into a special laboratory. The priest took out the keys, opened the safe, and inside were tubes filled with red potions, three layers in total, with about thirty tubes per layer.

"Everything is here; take them." After doing all this, the priest sat down on a chair nearby, spoke indifferently, and then just waited to die.

As soon as Old Three saw this, he quickly took a metal alloy box from the side of the safe. He opened it to find it was specifically for storing potions and without needing instructions from Yang Shu, he carefully placed the potions inside the box, understanding their importance. Although he still didn’t know what these potions were used for, he knew they must be extremely important since the Boss had gone to great lengths.

"What about the MHRs? Where are they?" Yang Shu, happy to have the potions in hand, asked again. He was the only person who had escaped alive from this base and naturally knew everything inside. The potions were the most important, but that was far from enough. The MHRs were another target.

MHR was just a code name; it was a type of mass-destructive biochemical weapon, a medium-range missile for personal use. If any warhead exploded, the produced power could cover several kilometers, and no one could avoid these biochemical poisons, because once vaporized, they were absorbed through the skin, their effect almost as lethal as cyanide—a truly terrifying product.

"The warheads have already been assembled, probably on the lowest level of the base. I don’t know how many there are; there are only semi-finished products in the lab now. You’ll have to get them yourselves." The priest, now answering any question asked since he was about to die anyway, had no need to keep secrets anymore. He just wanted to die quickly and painfully and wished for nothing else, so he answered all of Yang Shu’s questions straightforwardly.

After getting the answers, Yang Shu did not trouble the priest further. The priest had saved him a lot of time. With a simple wave of his hand, the priest stopped breathing in the chair. Then, Yang Shu, guided by ’Glasses’, found the armory on the lowest level of the base and took out eight MHRs—not many, but it was enough. They carefully had their subordinates carry the missile boxes, only then leaving the secret military base devoid of any living being.

"We’ve settled one; one more to go," Yang Shu muttered to himself as he looked back at the military base, then left with his subordinates...

...

In the evening, Max Dorrell and Young Master Wang were having dinner together, casually drinking and chatting about the events of the year. Both felt very emotional; so much had happened in just one year, and all of it was mysteriously connected to Lin Feng. They couldn’t understand why, as soon as Lin Feng returned after disappearing for four years, it seemed like he was targeting them, deliberately opposing them, which made both of them even more depressed as they drank more and more.

While they were chatting and drinking, Max Dorrell’s phone rang, causing much annoyance, and he answered the call carelessly.

"Hello, what is it?" Max Dorrell was already quite irritated, and his tone was unfriendly. However, he knew that only important subordinates who knew his number would call him, and they wouldn’t do so without something important, so he had to ask about the situation.

"Boss, there’s been a big problem!" the other side of the phone responded anxiously to Max Dorrell.

"Has something big happened? What big thing could possibly happen?" Max Dorrell was indifferent. There had been plenty of incidents lately, and if it weren’t for Lin Feng, how could he have been so terribly beleaguered? Now, to keep things stable, they were all avoiding Lin Feng; after all this, what else could happen?

"Boss, it’s the ’Dark Demons’ who’ve had an issue. I just received the news. The God of Night Assassins, at noon, led the most elite members of the Dark Demons in a raid on a secret military base... This... this has caused big trouble. Who dares to mess with the military?" On the other end of the phone, the voice hurriedly continued, the sole purpose being to make Max Dorrell understand the seriousness of the situation. Who would dare provoke the military? The God of Night Assassins leading a raid on a secret military base was suicidal. If not handled carefully, it could very well drag the boss into it, hence the urgency of the call.

"What! How... how is that possible!"

When Max Dorrell heard this, he was immediately alarmed, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He hadn’t even dreamt that something like this would occur. The God of Night Assassins had actually led a sudden raid on a secret military base of the armed forces. How could this be possible? That was inviting a huge disaster. The military strength of M Country was recognized as the best in the world, particularly their formidable intelligence system. The God of Night Assassins, deciding to raid a secret military base out of nowhere, made absolutely no sense—it was akin to seeking death!

Moreover, the Dark Demons, led by the God of Night Assassins, were specifically skilled in the art of assassination, and the God of Night Assassins was far too intelligent to commit such a foolish act. What... what had actually happened? This... this couldn’t be happening!

Max Dorrell pondered and concluded that it couldn’t possibly be true because there was simply no reason for it. Who would provoke the military for no reason, especially at a secret military base, which undoubtedly contained highly confidential and critical research? If something went wrong, escape was impossible. There was absolutely no reason for the God of Night Assassins to do such a thing.

"Boss, this is absolutely true. It came from someone inside the Dark Demons. They’ve just returned to the base and brought back many things. It’s said to be from that secret military base—many single-person middle-range missiles and some kind of chemical agents. After they organized their gear at the base, they disappeared..."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately relayed the detailed information to Max Dorrell; no one would joke about such a matter. Without being certain, he wouldn’t have reported this to Max Dorrell. The incident was too significant and dangerous. If the military were to trace this back to them, the consequences were unimaginable. No one could confront a military machine ranked first in the world; it was an impossible task. If the situation was mishandled, the boss could really get into serious trouble.

"What, they messed with missiles! Good heavens... I understand. You immediately go find out where those Dark Demons have gone. I want them, dead or alive, hurry!" Max Dorrell exclaimed in response, his mind buzzing, and he shouted into the phone before abruptly hanging up.

Now Max Dorrell, clutching his head, was in deep trouble. One problem was barely over before another arose. Lin Feng was already driving him to the brink of insanity, and now the Dark Demons had committed such an act—it was like throwing him into a pit of fire! If this situation wasn’t handled well, the consequences were indeed unimaginable!

The capabilities of the military were universally acknowledged, especially the efficiency of the National Security Agency. Suddenly, the news that a secret military base had been attacked would certainly trigger a severe investigation. Anything classified as a ’secret military base’ surely contained or researched things that should not see the light of day. The Dark Demons’ raid on such a location meant the military would not let this go without a thorough investigation to determine the clear truth.

If... if the military caught one of the Dark Demons, and if... if that person couldn’t withstand torture and spilled everything about the Dark Demons, then... then that could drag both the family and the entire Business Alliance into this. The military would definitely make a big deal out of this situation, and anything was possible. If the military concluded that the family was behind this, they would undoubtedly be harsh, possibly even branding them as a terrorist organization for a purge, then...

Thinking this, Max Dorrell broke out in a cold sweat, because all of this was entirely possible. If things turned out as he feared, the situation could be extremely dire. All he could do now was try to control the Dark Demons, prevent them from taking any action, and keep them hidden. Otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable, not just for him and his family, but even the entire Business Alliance could be implicated!

No way, he absolutely couldn’t allow the Dark Demons to run around anymore. He had to make them stop and hide immediately!

At this point, Max Dorrell could no longer care about anything else. The only thought in his mind_was to suppress the situation before it completely erupted, to avoid any consequences the situation might bring as much as possible. If possible, Max Dorrell was even considering purging these people of the Dark Demons to prevent future trouble, but others may not understand the power of the Dark Demons—he knew very well that no faction other than the four Prominent Families had the capability to contend with them.

At this stage, there was only one thing he could do: contact the God of Night Assassins, to gain control over these people first—that was all that mattered now. If these people didn’t obey him, then... then he genuinely didn’t know what else he could do. Max Dorrell picked up the phone, dialing the number of the God of Night Assassins with urgency, his heart full of anxiety, but still, the call went unanswered...