This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 171 - Who Am I Really Working For

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Who Am I Really Working For?

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Who Am I Really Working For?

Bader recognized the young man’s face and suddenly realized something—he had seen this person not long ago!

“Kill him, Bader, go personally. We lost a lot of underlings in the factory battle, this time we need you to go yourself,” the woman in the black cheongsam said.

“I… I am already drained, and my legs…” Bader shook his head, his legs were broken, he couldn’t even go if he wanted to.

“Why are you still kneeling there?” the woman in the blue cheongsam suddenly laughed.

Bader focused and realized the blood on the floor had disappeared and his legs were perfectly fine; he was just kneeling there, motionless.

Such a powerful Illusion Technique… Both pain and vision were flawlessly fabricated!

“I don’t have Spiritual Energy now, the Administration Bureau won’t approve another injection,” Bader said helplessly.

“The way people use Spiritual Energy in this timeline is still so primitive. I can give you the most authentic power right now, make your choice,” said the woman in the black cheongsam.

Bader understood her words—he would either become a monster or die here…

He lay prostrate on the ground, every muscle tensed due to extreme stress.

As a child, Bader, malnourished and frail, was often bullied by classmates. He yearned for power, to become strong.

At the age of twenty-four, Bader finally joined the Administration Bureau as he had wished and became an outstanding field agent, getting a glimpse of the power of Spiritual Energy.

However, the various management regulations, the ruling Class’s wariness of Spiritual Ability Users, layers upon layers of permissions, made him feel not that he wielded power but rather that he had become a dog on a leash.

Not to mention, he had to be drained once a month.

Just as the three women had said, this era’s methods of utilizing Spiritual Energy were too primitive. Once liquified, Spiritual Energy was injected into the marrow—it wasn’t a true integration but merely a temporary “borrowing.”

Bader had seen the so-called “Chosen Ones” cultivated by Yasla; they nearly all became deformed to different extents after merging with Spiritual Power.

Though they did not need to be drained, they were almost giving up their normal human form.

He had always hoped to obtain real power, but now, when the opportunity was right before him, he realized he wasn’t prepared.

But now, there were only two paths left in front of Bader.

Give up his humanity to gain real Spiritual Power.

Reject this power and become a corpse.

“Then come… for this power, I’m not human anymore…” Bader slowly lifted his head.

…

The Black Man took off in a taxi, Chen Ke gave the departing car the middle finger, meanwhile, he also had some thoughts.

It was time to buy himself a car.

Although it was pretty convenient to call a taxi and he didn’t have to worry about parking, there’s a saying, a car is a man’s second home. He could turn the car into his own mobile base, storing a variety of weapons and gadgets, even spare clothes.

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Hmm… and besides, every time he went out to do something like killing and stealing, driving himself would be more reliable than calling a taxi…

Anyway, he had over a million union coins on hand now, what couldn’t he buy? Thinking of this, he suddenly had an epiphany.

I am a man with over a million!

When Chen Ke first got the money, he wasn’t too excited; perhaps because he was accustomed to being poor, seeing such a large sum come in, he subconsciously didn’t treat it as his own money.

Dopamine was crazily secreting in his brain, plunging Chen Ke into an extremely comfortable mood.

He had made up his mind to get himself a car to serve as a mobile base, just like Michael Knight and his Kit in “Knight Rider,” or Max and his muscle car in “Mad Max.”

Chen Ke’s car had to be sturdy, powerful, bulletproof, and ideally equipped with a rocket jet engine for briefly gliding through the air. Plus, it should be fitted with a high-intelligence AI called Jarvis that he could chat with about “ten-dollar” topics…

Of course, that was impossible. In fact, Chen Ke had already spotted the car he wanted. During the initial rescue of Hainerd with the courier, he took a liking to the command vehicle driven by the S.W.A.T team leader.

That car was called Knight XV. It was 6 meters long and 2.5 meters wide, with bulletproof steel plates for the body and bulletproof transparent material for the windows and windshield, capable of withstanding an attack from a 15 kg TNT explosive. The undercarriage was even grenade-proof.

Of course, the car was also quite expensive. Driven by curiosity, he had checked the price online and the common quotation was around 2.17 million union coins.

Even now, with 1.15 million union coins in his hand, Chen Ke couldn’t afford it. Mmm, he could either settle for less or save up more money…

He couldn’t say whether he would rob with the courier again, but at least, the courier’s current situation suggested no big moves would be happening anytime soon.

The more than 200,000 from robbing the bank hadn’t been laundered yet, and when the time came, each person should get more than one hundred thousand… Pihom revealed that half of the money would be used for various bribes and those helping with the laundering would also get a significant cut.

It was too little, after all, the target of that heist wasn’t the money.

Chen Ke sighed. Making money still depended on Lester. He would ask Pihom later if there was a channel for buying “black cars.”

The ride was silent, and he hailed another cab to Raffi Road.

In the garment workshop behind the Zio Suit Shop, Chen Ke and Lester were sitting at the table with three photos spread out.

“These are the targets for this time,” Lester said with a smile.

“Hmm… Let’s have a look,” Chen Ke said in a deep voice, snatching up the photos.

The three people in these photos were very different from the previous targets. Although the previous three also seemed unrelated and at least looked like business people, the differences among the people in these new photos were quite substantial.

The first photo featured an elderly white man with white hair and glasses, stepping out from a black stretch limo, surrounded by bodyguards, clearly a person of significant status.

He appeared to be on his way to a meeting or a simple outing, and judging from the background, it didn’t seem like it was in Opportunity City since the prosperity far exceeded Raffi Road.

The second photo captured a fat black middle-aged man in a suit with a face full of flesh, looking like he was in some factory, not appearing to be a good person at first glance.

In the photo, he was wielding a knife, lecturing a man who was strung up, hmm… It looked like he was either doing the dirty work for a large conglomerate or simply a mafioso.

The third photo, surprisingly, was of a young white woman… taken covertly on some beach…

She was lying on a beach chair, with an African American muscle man by her side applying sunscreen to her.

Chen Ke guessed that the old man was a conglomerate CEO, the black fat guy a crime boss, and the woman, perhaps a supermodel or the daughter of some VIP.

“These people…” Chen Ke looked at Lester.

“The back of each photo has the times when they appear in the city. Opportunities are fleeting, Chen Ke,” Lester said.

“Eh… How convenient that they always choose to come to Opportunity City to meet their end,” Chen Ke said noncommittally.

“Our intelligence network is very strong; we have their schedules down pat,” Lester said with a smile.

“Such a powerful network yet it doesn’t know what I’m up against every time I go there…” Chen Ke spread his hands.

“The world is unpredictable, Chen Ke. It’s so bizarre that we can’t confirm everything,” Lester said, raising his coffee cup for a sip.

“I understand… I understand… So, who exactly have they angered to warrant being taken out?” Chen Ke asked indirectly.

“Don’t rush, Chen Ke. When the time is right, you will know who they’ve angered,” Lester said with a laugh.