"Hey, it's already this time, you're still like this!" Pang Chunmei was both embarrassed and annoyed and helpless. She stopped covering her body, so she just let him see it enough.

But he didn't know that this would cause greater harm to Wu Fan. When people were excited, their blood flow accelerated and their wounds healed slowly. Wu Fan's injuries were still quite serious.

"How is it? Now?" Pang Chunmei asked with concern.

"Sleepy!" Wu Fan's face was a little pale, he was a little weak and powerless. Coupled with Wu Fan's superb acting skills, it further showed how serious his internal injuries were.

Looking at his shaking body, Pang Chunmei went over and leaned Wu Fan's body in her arms again. Wu Fan was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks in this matter.

Wu Fan succeeded again. The elixirs in the system played a role, which would prevent the blood stasis in the internal organs from being dispelled and dispersed by the true qi in the body, and was discharged from the pores as sweat was discharged.

Seeing cold sweat appearing from Wu Fan's forehead, Pang Chunmei could vaguely feel her pain.

"I'll place you in a safe place, and then I'll kill Tepwolf for you!" Pang Chunmei put down Wu Fan, turned around and picked up the only surviving Japanese devil, and threw it on the ground.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe..."

The small Japanese devil smiled like a neurotic smirk. Suddenly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes and he opened his mouth.

At that moment, a golden light flashed and a silver thread shot into a certain acupoint of the Japanese. The Japanese could no longer move, and his open mouth stopped in the air. He looked at Wu Fan in shock, and Wu Fan's wrist trembled slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Pang Chunmei was a little puzzled.

"Aren't your body very weak? Why do you have such a great force to shoot this golden needle?"

"It's just a golden needle, just two fingers, using forcelessness and no strength is needed!" Wu Fan explained.

"Why do you need to make this golden needle? Do you want to kill him? If you want to kill him, I can help you. You are seriously injured now!" Pang Chunmei continued to ask.

"Silly girl, it seems that you have too little experience in the world. Go and see what's in her mouth and what's in between her teeth!" Wu Fan shook his head.

Pang Chunmei's face was covered in darkness. This kid actually spoke to herself in such an old-fashioned tone.

Silly girl? Didn’t you call me aunt before? Are you really that young? Pang Chunmei likes Wu Fan’s words from the bottom of her heart, this brat.

Pang Chunmei walked over and found a miniature glass bottle in her mouth, took it out and handed it to Wu Fan.

"What is this? How did you know that he has this in his mouth?" Pang Chunmei asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be potassium cyanide, a new formula in the 26th century. With some biocatalysts, it made its toxicity immediately. Two seconds after inhaling into the mouth, the muscles of the body were stiff and the heart stopped and died of cardiac arrest. There was no way to rescue it." Wu Fan explained.

"Oh, how did you know so much? It seems that last time I saw you, you said you were a poor student. It turned out that you were pretending!" Pang Chunmei's eyes were a little strange. You could instantly remove the origin and ingredients of this medicine. It would definitely not be a poor student. It seems that this kid is still a bit modest. In this way, the neurotic smile and expression on the face of the Japanese man just now were easy to explain. It turned out that he wanted to commit suicide.

"In our class, I am indeed a poor student, and everyone's grades are better than mine." Wu Fan said.

"Time is tight, let's start the trial." Wu Fan came to the Japanese, pulled down the golden needle, and stabbed it into another acupoint. After ten seconds, the Japanese woke up and could move slowly.

"I'm a ghost!"

Wu Fan's eyes suddenly stared at the Japanese.

"Oh..." The foreigner said, his eyes lost their light and became mechanical and dull.

In about five seconds, Wu Fan had successfully hypnotized it.

"I'm a Japanese!"

"I'm a Japanese!"

"I am an unforgivable Japanese devil!"

"I'm a tragic devil."

The Japanese retelled every word Wu Fan said mechanically and stereotypedly, and Wu Fan knew it was the time.

"Which unit do you belong to in our country?" Wu Fan asked.

"We are affiliated with the sniper unit of the Kamenda Group, a special forces special operations force in the Southeast Military Region of Japan." The Japanese replied.

Wu Fan understood in his heart why the combat power of these more than a dozen people just now was not particularly high. It turned out that they were specialized in sniping. No wonder they had a very accurate head at sea.

"Name?"

"Chuan Onion!"

Wu Fan shook his head gently. The Japanese were really strange, with such strange names. It is said that the Japanese are the country with the most surnames in the world.

"What task is here to perform this time?"

"Kill the murderous demon
Chapter completed!