Each anesthesia syringe was filled with a different animal tranquilizer.
Urethane, methoxamine, ketamine, dihydroetorphine…
Some of these sedatives had been purchased by Li Ang under the disguise of a small-scale veterinary, while others had been created by Li Ang using his own chemistry knowledge. Each syringe could numb the muscles of an elephant or even a blue whale in a few minutes, forcing them into a deep sleep.
I choose you, mandrill!
The Cat’s Eye in Li Ang’s eye socket let out a brilliant gleam of light.
What appeared before the enraged mandrill were countless clothed… chickens?
The chickens surrounded the mandrill and line-danced.
This dance was not elegant or beautiful and could even be described as ugly.
However, there seemed to be an inexplicable force that made the mandrill stare at them without blinking.
One second, two seconds… The chickens suddenly disappeared. The eyes of the mandrill regained their clarity.
It instantly realized that it was being mocked, which alarmed and enraged it. Upon turning its head to look behind, it saw Li Ang, who looked deathly pale, looking at it with a smirk. He was also holding an empty anesthesia gun.
Li Ang possessed most of Chai Cuiqiao’s spiritual power as well, yet he’d only managed to use the Illusion to confuse the mandrill for two seconds.
Two seconds were sufficient for him to inject all the sedative into the AK-47 bullets and then into the mandrill’s flesh.
The enraged mandrill wanted to throw a punch but was shocked to discover that its entire back was numb. This numbness spread to its shoulders, neck, waist, abdomen, legs, and arms…
The anesthesia contained a significant amount of N2 choline receptor blockers that acted as a muscle relaxant.
Any living organism with flesh, blood, cells, and nerves would succumb to such a muscle relaxant.
The mandrill felt all its muscles trembling as they went numb, its blood pressure continued to decline, and its heartbeat was slow and disorderly. It staggered while taking a step forward and almost fell flat on the ground.
Its mouth subconsciously opened wide with its tongue hanging out. Viscous saliva continuously dripped down, forming a long strand. Its brown eyes, which were filled with violence, started to lose their light.
The mandrill knelt on the ground with its eyes wide open.
The teammates looked at one another. Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles, who struggled to climb out of the rubble pile, casually used his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from the edges of his lips and asked indistinctly, “Is it dead?”
Li Ang shook his head. “Not yet. It is simply unconscious.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles seemed to receive a boost of energy as he lifted himself from the rubble pile, swung his sword, and yelled, “Kill it now!”
“Wait! Something unexpected might occur. We should shoot it from a distance first.”
Xing Hechou grabbed hold of Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles, who had been about to rush toward the mandrill, and said quietly, “Can you still shoot some arrows, Miss Liu?”
Liu Wudai expressionlessly let go of her left hand, which was pressing her right shoulder. Everyone saw that the shoulder muscles were hanging from her bones.
“Let me do it.”
Li Ang breathed out and heaved the Kalashnikov rifle up.
His Spirit was about 90 percent consumed. At that moment, his brain felt as though a pile driver was repeatedly hammering it. His temple was swollen, and he felt extreme piercing pain.
In, out. Li Ang regulated his breathing and continuously shot at the mandrill’s open mouth.
Click, click, click. The bullets pierced the mandrill’s extended tongue mercilessly, making blood fly everywhere.
Li Ang lifted the gun slightly and shot at the unprotected eyelid.
The bullet was slightly blocked by the eyelid and only managed to dent the eyeball a little. The mandrill remained unmoved.
“The anesthesia worked?”
Li Ang murmured, frowned, and contemplated this for a while. Then, he put the Kalashnikov rifle away and took out a land mine he’d secretly stored a few days ago.
The Claymore flew in the air in an arc, landing inside the mandrill’s mouth.
Boom!
The land mine exploded and metal shards and balls flew everywhere. The mandrill’s mouth was disfigured, and its lips swelled up like sausages.
Xing Hechou, Hui Bing, and Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles gasped. They had seen very clearly that the eyelid of the mandrill had just twitched.
It had almost completely lost its strength but was not completely numb. Therefore, it had only pretended to lose consciousness while waiting for people to approach it. Then, it would use its last bit of strength to drag someone to the grave with it!
It wanted to drag its enemies down with it even if it died!
Xing Hechou was about to give a warning when Li Ang rubbed his jaw, squinted, and muttered in a very fake tone, “Is the anesthesia so effective?”
As he spoke, Li Ang took an old-fashioned grayish-blue steel oil drum out of his backpack.
The oil drum was empty and cover-less. A wrapped gray flat package was pasted on the bottom of the drum’s interior.
“We should still test it out from afar.”
Under everyone’s complicated gazes, Li Ang slowly created a medium-sized hole using an ax and placed the steel oil drum inside.
As former professional military personnel, Xing Hechou naturally knew exactly what that oil drum was.
It was a flying cannon, or to be more accurate, an explosive barrel filled with propellant powder bundled in a package. It would be lit up before the whole 10-kilogram barrel was thrown 150 to 200 meters away.
This old-fashioned weapon was only useful when there was a lack of equipment. The power was quite impressive, however. Even steel tanks and fortresses would be defeated by it. If the explosion failed, the shockwave would be sufficient to complete the job.
The bigger the barrel, the bigger its opening. The opening of the empty oil drum Li Ang had purchased had a 400-millimeter diameter, while the package pasted on the bottom was filled with a handmade powerful explosive substance.
Xing Hechou watched as Li Ang skillfully dug a hole and installed the oil drum.
His expression was frozen, and his eyelids twitched violently. He had decided to thoroughly check all civilian case files in the Special Affairs Bureau when this quest ended.
This punk… is far too dangerous… to be able to create a flying cannon…
The mandrill, who was completely in the dark about what Li Ang was trying to do, continued to pretend to be unconscious. Upon hearing some noise, it lifted its eyelids slightly to take a peek.
The last thing it saw was a biscuit-shaped explosive substance bundle flying toward it.
Boom!
The bundle exploded, engulfing the mandrill’s head and instantly ripping the so-called indestructible violet-gold robe into shreds. Visible shockwaves expanded outward from the mandrill’s forehead.
The full moon hung high in the night sky as the mandrill collapsed on the ground.
[Survived 7 days in Solitary Temple]
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