Killer in the Coffin

"Murder without a trace?"

Wei Yi stopped walking. To an assassin, any method of killing was worth learning.

"That's right, as long as you learn kung fu, if your enemies aren't that powerful, you can indeed kill them mercilessly." A wise and farsighted light flashed in the prisoner's eyes as he said, "You should be able to feel it. With my current condition, if I really want to make a move on you, I might not be able to kill you, but inflicting serious injuries is definitely not a problem. This is the magic of martial arts."

Wei Yi shook his head and frowned: "I've seen Chinese martial arts before. It's a very skillful way of fighting. I've also learned some, but not necessarily that powerful."

"Superficially. What you've learned is just the superficial level of martial arts. Truly, martial arts requires the coordination of the Heart Tactic in order for it to display its true power. For example, a love song, what you read is literal, plain, but if you sing it with its score, it's a different mood. "

Wei's eyes lit up as he asked, "Is your martial arts as amazing as the East Ocean Continent's ninja arts?"

"How can that dog's ninja arts compare with the orthodox martial arts of China!" When the sound of the prisoner heard the comparison between the Ninja Arts and kung fu, he could not help but be angry, and said: "The Chinese kung fu heritage is thousands of years of culture, and the ninja arts are vast and profound, and the ninja arts are evolved from the martial arts of our Chinese branch and the Mirage Armor, they are not on the same level at all. In the future, when I hear you compare them with kung fu, I will definitely not forgive you!"

"Oh, how long does it take to learn kung fu?" Wei Yi asked.

"Let's see what kind of martial arts you have to learn. For example, Iron Sand Palm, it will take you at least five years to cultivate it to a certain level. It will take you at least four years to master it."

From Wei Yi's reaction, it seemed that although he was a killer, his heart was still blank. Perhaps, he might be able to pull him back from the path of demon.

"At least four years? "Then I better not learn it." Wei Yi frowned. Four years was simply too precious for him. He didn't want to waste his life studying one thing.

Now that they were in the era of hot weapons, no matter how strong one's martial arts was, it was impossible to defend against the bullets' attack.

"Not learning?" The prisoner was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Wei Yi to reject her again. He said lightly, "You don't even have this kind of patience?"

Wei Yiyi shook his head and said: "No matter how strong your martial arts are, you won't be able to escape bullets. Why waste your time on learning a technique that isn't that great?"

The sound of the prisoner immediately became speechless, but what Wei said was like this. The reason why kung fu gradually disappeared was because of the appearance of hot weapons. What Golden Bell Cover? Iron cloth shirt … It was a joke in front of a sniper bullet.

Wasn't he just like that? His abilities were astonishing, but being plotted against by a vile character, he nearly lost his life with just a few bullets.

When Wei Yi saw that the prisoner's voice was silent, he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Boss, you were locked up here for your martial arts?"

The prisoner's voice returned back to normal. When Nong Shiqiang was mentioned, her voice turned cold once more as she sneered, "Even if he obtained orthodox martial arts with his body, do you think that it would be useful to him?"

"Then why did he bring you here?" Wei Yi asked.

The prisoner's voice was silent. He looked at Wei Yi warily, as if he didn't want to bring up this topic.

Wei Yi did not ask any further questions. He silently turned around and left. The prisoner did not speak again until the metal door closed.

Wei Yiyi had just exited the secret room when the pervert impatiently asked, "How was it? What did you get this time?"

"Nope." Wei Yi replied.

"No?" The pervert had an expression of disappointment, wishing that he could personally go down and see what was going on.

For the next few days, Wei always brought food with him to the prisoner at half past two in the morning, and they did not say much during that time.

As the prisoner's voice gradually improved, it actually turned into the voice of a young girl, pleasant to the ears like a nightingale. The Fire Phoenix pattern on her body also gradually became clear, almost covering her entire body, and it was full of mystery and danger.

"I can't see you tomorrow." Again and again, Wy placed his food in front of the prisoner, and this time he went to the coffin.

Although this was a dangerous move, he could feel that the prison voice wouldn't hurt him for no reason.

"That fat pig is back?" Killing intent flashed in the prisoner's eyes.

Wei nodded, feeling the killing intent of the prisoner, he frowned and said, "The time limit for my bodyguard is half a year. If you have enmity with him, please don't attack him for this half a year."

"You are truly loyal. Is the guy that sold the country for glory worthy for you to protect?" the prisoner asked.

"The honor and disgrace of the country have nothing to do with someone like me. Protecting him is my mission. I won't hesitate to kill anyone who affects my mission." Wei Yi answered calmly.

"Haha …" "You think you can kill me?"

The sound of the prisoner's voice suddenly stood up, and his gaze turned frigid. His impeccable appearance almost touched Wei Yi's face, and the unique fragrance of a woman lingered in Wei Yiyi's nostrils.

Wei Yi had to admit that this prisoner's voice, a woman who had lived for who knows how long, was truly beautiful. Her figure was also very good, and she was extremely attractive to men.

But no matter how beautiful a woman was, to a professional killer like Wei Yi, she was just a plastic model. He calmly said, "There are many ways to kill someone."

The prison's gaze grew colder and colder as it stared at Wei Yiyi: "If I want to kill you now, it would be like crushing an ant. How are you going to kill me?"

At this moment, Wei Yi felt the temperature around him go cold, locked in by a dangerous aura. He knew that the sound of the prison wasn't trying to scare him, and if there really was a chance that he would be killed, but he was already prepared for it and said calmly: "The C4 bomb on me will explode in just ten seconds."

"Ten seconds?" She immediately pulled off Wei Yi's shirt and saw that there really was an explosive package on Wei Yi's waist that she was extremely familiar with. That amount of explosive could definitely blast her into bits and pieces, and the time left on the explosive package was only 5 seconds of time while she was in a daze.

"Madman!"

The sound of the prisoner did not expect Wei Yi to be so vicious. In order to kill his opponent, he had even risked his own life.

Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, she slapped Wei Yifei away with his palm without killing him, only pushing him towards the door.

"Beep!"

With only a second left, Wei Yi pressed down on the timer that had stopped the explosives. He stood at the door with a calm expression as he looked at the sound of the prisoner. There was no joy nor worry on his face.

"Do you want to die?" Prisoner's Breath, for the first time ever, met someone as rigid as Wei Yiyi.

Wei Yi didn't answer. He walked forward silently, picked up the bag of food on the ground, and prepared to leave.

As the prisoner looked at Wei Yi's every movement, the image of 'that person' appeared in his mind once more. He felt that Wei Yi was too similar to that person, even if it was his personality.

The prisoner's voice echoed through the memories of her previous mission before she was captured.

Twenty-five years ago, the man who looked almost exactly like Wei Yi had just become a father, but before he could properly enjoy being a father, his newborn child was taken away by the Asura. The Chinese superpower security agency immediately ordered her to lead all his experts to attack a secret base in the Asura in an attempt to save the child.

This was something the country owed that man, and it was something the entire Discipline Group owed that man. Even if they had to sacrifice everyone in their division, their superiors would help them find that child.

Who would have thought that their team would become traitors? The rescue plan had been a conspiracy of the enemy, causing the National Security Agency's special ability squad to suffer heavy losses.