Medical Sovereign

"Ba Ga, I was fooled, it turned out to be a hare!"

A few miles away, the voice of the man in black was heard.

"Chasing, he must have run in the opposite direction, chasing west."

The hoarse voice of the man in black contained a monstrous anger, like a flaming powder keg.

"Yamada-kun, is the primeval forest ahead? Are we going to chase it in?"

Ten minutes later, the female man in black hesitated and asked the leading man in black, obviously timid.

The man in black, known as Yamada, gritted his teeth: "Mr. Jingxia, you stay in charge of contacting the captain, and Hanako and I will go in."

"Hi!"

Although the woman in black was afraid, she bowed and agreed with Jingxia without hesitation, which shows the strict discipline of her organization.

Seeing the two teammates chasing after him, Jing Shita immediately took out the satellite phone and reported to the team leader. After hanging up the phone with "Hi" a few times, his figure suddenly distorted, his face just showing panic, and he disappeared into the darkness without a sound.

Under the moonlight, a graceful black figure appeared, with a slight smile in his star-like eyes, he muttered softly: "This guy is quite interesting, but his skills are a little weaker."

Ding Ning, who was healing himself on a big tree in the forest, seemed to have returned to the home court. The wound on his back had stopped bleeding, and he took out a Swiss Army knife from his waist to sharpen the branches he had collected.

A pair of dexterous hands made a wooden bow and several wooden arrows in a short while like a magic trick.

After looking it over carefully, Ding Ning shook his head dissatisfied: "We can only add some ingredients to make do with it."

Feeling the pain again, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, squeezed out a few drops of liquid and applied it on the arrow.

If Xiao Nuo was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the bottle contained the venom of the albino king cobra.

Outside the forest, black shadows appeared one after another. They were all masked men in black, but they stood in distinct positions. It seemed that their relationship with each other was not friendly, and there was even a hint of hostility.

If you look closely, you can see that one side of the mask of the man in black has a pattern on it, while the other side is bare.

There are roughly the same number of people on both sides, seven on one side and eight on the other, most of them are black iron masks, only the two leaders are bronze masks.

"The majestic ghost king team can't even catch a little doctor, Onitsuka-kun, you really failed."

The man in black with bronze pattern sneered sinisterly.

Onizuka called the well but couldn't get through. He was already in a bad mood, but he was even annoyed when he heard the words, with a cold voice:

"Baga, Watanabe Nomura, you are too presumptuous. Do you know that you will expose our organization if you rashly enter the military area of ​​the Shenzhou Kingdom to kill people?"

"Tch, how could the incompetent Chinese people find my tracks, and they can't know who did it if they killed someone."

Watanabe Nomura said disapprovingly.

"I will report the truth to my lord. If you hadn't acted rashly and disrupted our plan, how could we have failed."

Onizuka suppressed the urge to kill Watanabe Nomura, and said angrily.

"My lord? Hahaha, I lost the things of the organization, do you think your lord can still sit in the position of director of the Asian region? I think your lord will pack up and leave soon, and the Asian region will be our lord's." Territory."

Watanabe Nomura laughed wildly.

Onizuka was trembling with anger, and angrily said: "Baga, Yamamoto Nomura, you dare to disrespect adults, you are so shameless, deliberately killing monkeys is to let adults not get back things and be punished by the organization, and make you loyal Is Takero Yamamoto superior?"

Watanabe Nomura looked innocent, spread his arms and smiled arrogantly: "Onizuka-kun, don't say such harsh words, I just killed someone by mistake, I am also kind enough to help you, hahaha!"

"Hmph, don't be too complacent,

Don't forget, Takero Yamamoto is only the deputy director now, and we adults are the directors of the Asian region. Even if you are punished by the organization, you can't offend me. This time, if you act without authorization, I will report the truth to the adults. You wait to receive the punishment Bar. "

Onizuka forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a dark tone.

Watanabe Nomura seemed to have thought of the terrible punishment, and his body trembled, but then he said forcefully: "I am working for Master Yamamoto, and Master Yamamoto will not sit idly by."

Onizuka gave him a look of pity, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Sometimes standing on the wrong team can kill people. You know who Takero Yamamoto is better than me. Someone must stand up and take responsibility for this matter. You should pray that you don't become the one who takes the blame."

Watanabe Nomura was obviously intimidated by Onitsuka, and he murmured unwillingly: "No, no, Mr. Yamamoto said, as long as he becomes the director of the Asian region, I can be promoted to the silver reserve team. "

"Go ahead and dream, you have to be so stupid to believe such a lie. If you can't reach the level of ability, even the organization headquarters has no right to let you advance. Besides, he is only an official silver-level member. How can he have this right? This is Iron law, everything in the organization is respected by strength, no matter how much meritorious service you have, you can only enjoy the priority of evolution over the same level. Besides, don't forget who we are, a mere Yamamoto family wants to fight us, It’s just a careerist with empty ambitions but no strength, and the final victory must belong to us adults.”

Onizuka was deeply worried about his IQ, and he didn't know how he got to the bronze level.

Watanabe Nomura was stunned, remembering the terrible family background of Mr. Supervisor, and immediately broke out in cold sweat, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Onitsuka-kun, save me, what should I do?"

"The plan for now is to cooperate with us to catch the doctor and ask him where the monkey hid the things. Otherwise, no one will be able to save you."

When Onizuka spoke, he raised his chin intentionally or unintentionally, and looked behind Watanabe Nomura.

A fierce light flashed in Watanabe Nomura's eyes, and he nodded unobtrusively. He knew that among the people he brought, there must be the eyeliner of Takero Yamamoto, and Mikou must be killed now.

Although the loss of a team will be scolded, but it is only scolding, not punishment.

Now that she has come to her senses, if she wants to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, she must show something. Killing Yamamoto Takero's confidant team can be regarded as a vote of honor.

The figure suddenly shot backwards like lightning, and the samurai long sword on his waist was suddenly unsheathed. With the light of the sword flashing, three heads had already fallen to the ground.

The remaining four were not fools either. When Watanabe Nomura had the intention of surrendering, they were ready to escape.

Seeing Watanabe Nomura violently killing people, they all rushed towards the primeval forest in a flash. They knew that there were two bronze-level strong men chasing them, and it was impossible for them to escape. The only way to escape into the forest might be a chance .

Onizuka waved his hand: "Chasing, don't let anyone go."

Watanabe Nomura was eager to silence, so naturally he took the lead, and the Ghost King team rushed into the forest without hesitation after receiving the order.

Onitsuka stood quietly in place for a moment, and then slowly walked into the forest.

After a while, Onizuka suddenly reappeared in the same place, looked around in surprise, and muttered softly: "Did I feel wrong? Strange, where did the well go down? Did it go in too?"

After Onitsuka entered the forest again, a vague and graceful figure suddenly appeared from the darkness, whispering softly to himself:

"As expected of the captain of the ghost king team, only a bronze-level superpower can faintly detect my existence. It should be an intuitive ability. I really look forward to what abilities those so-called gold-level superpowers will have!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the blurred figure swayed gently with the wind, disappearing in place as if blending into the darkness.

At this time, Ding Ning had arrived at the place where the albino king cobra was killed that day. The snake's body had been eaten up by wild beasts long ago, leaving only some broken scales and a white thread-like object.

Ding Ning looked at the white linear object, but his eyes burst into ecstasy, and his face showed ecstasy. He was in a hurry that day and didn't take a closer look, and almost missed the best thing.

Being hunted down and coming here again today seems to be God's will in the dark, this snake tendon is destined to belong to me.

Snake tendons are said to be produced by snake kings who have the signs of turning into flood dragons. For ordinary people, this thing is useless, but for hunters, it is the best material for making bowstrings.

This made him pleasantly surprised and at the same time terrified, fortunately that day the snake king only stared at Xiao Nuo and was attacked seven inches by himself so that he could be easily beheaded, otherwise it would be very difficult to kill this guy without paying a huge price.

As for whether the Snake King can really transform dragons, he is not sure, but since there are records in ancient books, it should not be groundless.

Even if the snake king has grown snake tendons and has the aptitude to transform into a dragon, it is impossible for him to transform into a dragon without a thousand years.

But this is enough to show that nature has too many mysteries, and there are so many things that cannot be explained by science that Ding Ning feels awe.

He quickly picked up the snake tendons and tied them to the wooden bow as a bowstring. What made him depressed was that the snake tendons were more than three meters long, and he couldn't even use half a meter to make a bowstring.

Moreover, the snake tendons are extremely tough, and they cannot be cut off easily. The ancient hunters used special potions to make them, and it took a lot of time to slowly corrode them to break them.

Even with advanced modern technology, it would take only a few days to grind it with an electric grinding wheel, let alone him who only had a saber on his body.

In a hurry, Ding Ning could only wrap the overly long snake tendons around his waist and use them together with the wooden bowstring.

Tried to draw the bow, Ding Ning secretly felt ashamed, the tenacity of this snake tendon is terrifyingly strong, and the requirement for strength is also extremely high, it is not something that ordinary people can pull.

He has tempered his body since he was a child, and he has nearly a thousand catties of strength in his arms, but this crude wooden bow can't be fully drawn.

Fortunately, when he was making bows and arrows, he had already practiced according to the stone man's luck route for a while, completed a small cycle, and half of his true energy had recovered.

With the bow and arrow, Ding Ning also had some confidence in his heart. He ran forward quickly according to his memory, found the stream, and walked upstream in the stream.

The devil knows what kind of tracking these fusang devils have. Walking along the stream can eliminate their own smell. Even if they bring the big wolf dog, they may not be able to find themselves.

He also thought about the shame of being chased and killed by the tiger with a shock, but in the end he was not impulsive, and rationally chose to delay time to recover his true energy and physical strength.

The number of enemies is unknown, and their strength is unknown. Fighting recklessly can only lead to death. As an excellent hunter, you must have enough patience and adjust yourself to the best state to defeat them one by one and change the identity of hunter and prey.

The stream is not deep, only up to Ding Ning's thigh, but there are still some big fish swimming in the stream, which makes Ding Ning very happy, his stomach is already growling with hunger.

He took out his saber and stabbed a white fish weighing about half a catty with lightning speed. Regardless of whether the fish smelled bad or not, he simply handled it and started to chew on it.