Medical Sovereign

"Fuck, we’ve been fooled. It turns out to be a hare!"

A few miles away, there came the exasperated voice of a black-clad man.

"Chase him. He must have escaped in the opposite direction. Chase towards the west."

The black-clad man with a hoarse voice sounded utterly angry, like a gunpowder barrel which would explode as soon as it was ignited.

"Yamada, is it the virgin forest in front of us? Should we enter the forest to chase him?"

More than ten minutes later, the black-clad woman hesitantly asked the head. Obviously she was a bit timid.

The black-clad man named Yamada clenched his teeth and said, "Ishita, you stay here in charge of contacting captain. I am going into the forest with Hanako."

"Yeah!"

Although the black-clad woman felt afraid, she did not hesitate to comply by bowing with Ishita. Obviously their organization was highly disciplined.

Watching the two teammates enter forest, Ishita immediately took out the satellite phone and reported it to the captain. After he said "Yeah" several times and hung up the phone, his figure suddenly twisted. As soon as his face turned pale with fear, he disappeared silently in the darkness.

Under the moonlight, a graceful black figure appeared. With faint smiles in his star-like bright eyes, he whispered, "This guy is quite interesting, but a little weak."

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

In a short while, he made a wooden bow and several wooden arrows with his dexterous hands as if by magic.

After looking at them carefully, Ding Ning shook his head with slight dissatisfaction and said, "I have to put something on them and make do with them."

He then reluctantly pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and squeezed a few drops of liquid onto the arrows.

If Xiao Nuo was here, she would be able to recognize that the bottle contained the venom of the Ophiophagus Hannah.

Outside the forest, a series of black shadows appeared one after another. All of them were black-clad men with masks, but they stood in entirely different positions. It seemed that they were not friendly towards each other, but a little hostile instead.

If you took a closer look, you would discover that the black-clad men on one side wore masks with a pattern, while the black-clad men on the other side wore masks with no pattern.

The number of people on both sides was roughly equal. There were seven people on one side and eight people on the other side. Most of them wore black iron masks. Only the two heads wore bronze masks.

"Your Ghost King squad is even incapable of catching a doctor. Onitsuka, you are such a loser."

The black-clad man with the bronze patterned mask sneered in a gruesome tone.

Onitsuka tried to call Ishita, but couldn’t get through. He was in a bad mood, and the black-clad man’s words made him even more annoyed. He said in a cold voice.

"Fuck, Watanabe Nomura, you are insolent. Do you know that you will expose our organization by entering the military area of China to kill people?"

"Humph, how can the incompetent Chinese people discover my trace? Even if I kill someone, they won’t know who did it."

Watanabe Nomura said in disapproval.

"I will report it to master truthfully. If you haven’t acted on your own and undermined our plan, we wouldn’t have failed."

Onitsuka suppressed the urge to get rid of Watanabe Nomura, and said with anger.

"Your master? Hahaha, he has lost the stuff of the organization. Do you think your master can still keep the position of the director of the Asian region? I think your master will soon get out, and then the Asian region will be our master’s territory."

Watanabe Nomura laughed wildly.

Onitsuka was trembled with rage and rebuked him, "Fuck, Watanabe Nomura, how you dare to disrespect our master? You are really shameless. You deliberately killed Monkey to make our master blamed by the organization due to his failure in getting the stuff back and then enable Yamamoto Takeo for whom you work to replace him, right?"

Watanabe Nomura shrugged and smiled arrogantly with an innocent look, "Onitsuka, don’t say such offensive words. I just killed someone accidentally, and I did that out of my kindness to help you, hahaha!"

"Humph, don’t be so complacent. Don’t forget that Yamamoto Takeo now is just the deputy director. Our master is the director of the Asian region. Even if he’s punished by the organization, you can’t afford to offend him. This time you acted arbitrarily, and I will honestly report it to our master. Just wait for your punishment."

Onitsuka suppressed his inner anger, saying in a gruesome tone.

Watanabe Nomura seemed to have thought of the horrifying punishment. He trembled, but then said stubbornly, "I work for Master Yamamoto, and he will not sit watching me be punished."

Onitsuka gave him a pitiful look, and could not help but sneer.

"Sometimes standing in the

Watanabe Nomura was obviously frightened by Onitsuka. He whispered reluctantly, "No, no. Master Yamamoto said, as long as he can be the director of the Asian region, I will get promoted to a member of silver reserve team. "

"In your dream. How stupid you are to believe such a lie. If your ability doesn’t reach the level, even headquarters of the organization does not have the right to promote you. What’s more, as only a formal silver-level member, he doesn’t have this right. It’s the iron law. The organization put strength in the first place. Even building numerous merits can only enable you to be more prior in promotion than others at the same level. Besides, don’t forget the identity of our master. The Yamamoto family wants to compete with our master? Yamamoto is just an ambitious man with no strength. The final victory must belong to our master."

Onitsuka was deeply worried about his intelligence. He didn’t know how Onitsuka reach the bronze level.

Watanabe Nomura was dumbstruck. At the thought of the director’s horrifying family background, he was suddenly covered with cold sweat. He deeply bent down and said sincerely, "Onitsuka, save me. What should I do?"

"The only thing you can do now is to cooperate with us to catch the doctor and figure out where Monkey had hidden the stuff from him. Otherwise, no one can save you."

Onitsuka talked, while intentionally raising his chin and looking at the black-clad men behind Watanabe Nomura.

With fierce sparkle in his eyes, Watanabe Nomura nodded slightly. He knew that among the black-clad men he brought here, there must be some scouts sent by Yamamoto Takeo. Now he must kill them.

Although he would be blamed for losing a squad, he would just be blamed, not punished.

Since he suddenly woke up to reality and wanted to forsake darkness for light, he must do something to show his resolution. Getting rid of Yamamoto Takeo’s trusted squad could be considered his initiation into the director’s team.

He suddenly leaned back like a lightning bolt and drew the warrior’s long knife from his waist. In the glint and flash of the warrior’s long knife, three heads had fallen to the ground.

The remaining four black-clad men were not idiots. When they saw Watanabe Nomura showed the intention to surrender, they got ready to escape.

Seeing Watanabe Nomura suddenly killed three black-clad men, they flashed and then rushed to the virgin forest. They knew that chased by two bronze-level expert, they couldn’t escape at all. Only there was a slim chance of survival for them to escape into the forest.

Onitsuka waved his hands and said, "Chase them. Don’t let go any of them."

Watanabe Nomura was eager to get rid of them, and naturally took the lead. The Ghost King squad got the order, and did not hesitate to rush into the forest.

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

After a while, Onitsuka suddenly appeared in the same place again. He looked around in doubt and astonishment, whispered softly, "Did I have the wrong feeling? It’s weird. Where has Ishita gone? Has he also entered the forest?"

After Onitsuka entered the forest again, a vaguely fascinating figure emerged suddenly from the darkness, whispering to himself.

"He deserves to be the captain of the Ghost King squad. He can faintly detect my existence with the bronze-level superpower. It should be the superpower in intuition. I’m really look forward to knowing about what superpower the so-called gold-level experts have!"

A breeze blew over, and the blurred figure slightly swayed with the wind and disappeared in the same place as if it had blended into the darkness.

At this moment, Ding Ning had already come to the place where he killed the Ophiophagus Hannah that day. The body of the snake had been eaten by the beasts. There were only some broken scales and a white linear object.

Ding Ning stared at the white linear object, with sparkle bursting in his eyes and ecstasy on his face. He didn’t look at it carefully because they were in a hurry that day, and had almost missed the best thing.

Today he came here again because of being chased. It seemed that the God had its own will. This snake was destined to belong to him.

In the legends, snake tendon only belonged to a snake king who showed the signs of turning into a flood dragon. For ordinary people, it was useless. But for hunters, it was the best material for making bowstrings.

It made him pleasantly surprised and feared at the same time. Fortunately, the snake king only stared at Xiao Nuo and was attacked by him on the seven-inch point, so he easily killed it. Otherwise, it would be difficult to get rid of it without paying a huge price.

In terms of whether the snake king could really turn into a flood dragon, it was not clear. Nevertheless, since there were records in the ancient books, it should not be groundless.

Even if the snake king had a snake tendon and the qualification of turning into a flood dragon, it was impossible for it to make it within a thousand years.

Nevertheless, it was enough to show that the nature bred too many mysteries, and there were numerous things that could not be explained by science. Ding Ning was in awe of them.

He quickly picked up the snake tendon and tied it to the wooden bow as a bowstring. What made him depressed was that the snake tendon was more than three meters long, and he made a bowstring with even less than half a meter of it.

Moreover, the snake tendon was extremely tough, and he could not easily cut it off. The ancient hunters broke it by soaking it in a special potion and leaving it corroding slowly in a long time.

Even if modern technology was developed and he could grind it with an electric grinding wheel, it would take him a few day to break it, not to mention he just had an army knife now.

In such an emergency, Ding Ning could only twine the long snake tendon around his waist and tied it to the wooden bowstring.

After trying to pull the bow, Ding Ning felt embarrassed. This snake tendon was extremely tough and had high demands of strength. Ordinary people could not pull the bow with a bowstring made of it.

He had taken exercise since his childhood, and both of his arms had the strength to carry an object weighing nearly a thousand pounds. However, he failed to fully pull this simple wooden bow.

Fortunately, before he made the bow and arrows, he had practiced for a while according to the stone man’s route of running the true Qi, completed a small cycle and restored half of his true Qi. He could still pull the bow fully by infusing some true Qi into the bow when pulling it.

With the bow and arrows, Ding Ning felt a little confident. He quickly ran forward according to his memory, found the creek and walked upstream in it.

No one knew what tricks these Japanese devils had to chase him. He could eliminate his scent by walking along the creek. In this way, even if they came with big wolf dogs, they would not be able to find him.

He wanted to avenge the shame of being chased down by going on a killing spree. Nevertheless, he finally suppressed his urge and made a sensible choice to buy time for restoring his true Qi and physical strength.

The number of enemies was unknown, and their strength was unknown. Fighting with them rashly could only bring about his own destruction. As an excellent hunter, he must have enough patience to adjust himself to the best state in order to get rid of them one by one and made them the prey.

The creek was not deep, only as high as Ding Ning’s thigh. But there were some fishes which were not small swimming in it, which made Ding Ning extremely happy. He was so hungry that his stomach had been rumbling.

He took out the army knife and stabbed a white fish weighing about half a catty as swift as a sudden clap of thunder. Too hungry to care about its stinky smell, he simply cleaned it, held it in his hands and began to eat it.