MTL - Young Military Rarities - Chapter 46 Three-line power? Scared cry Xiu Jie (3)

Super-genius Ellen Young, creator of countless tech products, retires.At the height of her career, she turns down numerous high-paying offers, yearning only to return to the countryside and lead a peaceful, laid-back life.Unexpectedly, her long-lost family comes looking for her, and a celebrity sister requests to live-stream their countryside life online.Ellen Young: ?A big, fat no!Netizens around the world think that this newly found daughter in the celebrity’s family is illiterate, lacks manners, is completely crass, and without any redeeming qualities.Becoming a laughing stock of the internet.Until.....Why is a world-renowned professor calling her teacher online?Why does a well-known CEO furiously comment 'If you don't come back, I'm not managing this company anymore'?Why are numerous consortiums sending barrages online, appealing for lower patent fees?—Isn't this just a country girl selling radishes online and making ads?

A naturally timid engineering student found himself transported to France before the grand revolution, only to become the older brother of the future Emperor Napoleon for some inexplicable reason. Now, he faced a crucial decision: would he seize this opportunity to create his own remarkable destiny or merely cling to this lifeline and drift along?

On a dark night, drunkard Su Qingbai was pulled into an alley, and a few months later, he had a big belly.

Su Qingbai couldn’t help mourning that his father had been dismissed from officialdom. It was difficult for him to support himself and a little brat.

However, it’s not over yet…

Another dark night, Su Qingbai was pulled into an alley again…

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”