Chapter 783: Psychic Fusion
“Personality?” The sungla.s.ses man still appeared somewhat confused. Perhaps he had already understood, but refused to admit it. As Xia Na said, his face was quite pale at this moment, without a trace of blood, and his body was trembling slightly. However, being restrained by both the master ball and Ling Mo, he could only stubbornly hold on despite his inner fear.
Having one’s biggest secret suddenly exposed is bound to be an unpleasant experience. As someone who also harbored secrets, Ling Mo could somewhat empathize with the sungla.s.ses man’s current state of mind. However, Ling Mo believed that the reason the sungla.s.ses man had managed to keep his secret was not only due to his eerie ability but also largely because of his ident.i.ty.
“With the entirety of Niepan sheltering him, if it weren’t for my decision to infiltrate and Old Lan mentioning some information about him, coupled with the risk I took with devouring, I might not have discovered this. He never exposes himself to ordinary members, likely to avoid detection. Though the possibility is small, his extreme caution is evident…”
After some brief a.n.a.lysis, Ling Mo spoke up again, “After realizing these issues, I started speculating about your ability. How can two significantly different individuals, in essence, be the same person? When thinking deeper, the only true similarity between you is your psychic power. Of course, the personalities you initially exhibited should have been consistent as well… Am I right?”
“Hmph…” The sungla.s.ses man snorted but involuntarily avoided making eye contact with Ling Mo.
“But after the master ball restrained you, your personality changed. I believe this is the original personality of this body’s true owner?” As Ling Mo spoke, a hint of interest flickered in his eyes. An ability like this, which manipulates other creatures through psychic power, should more fittingly be called control ability. Ordinary mental ability superhumans, no matter how powerful, could never achieve direct control like this.
“So, this body isn’t entirely your main body either… Actually, I have made some guesses about your superpower, like the possibility of being a brain insect avatar or something involving psychic power…”
“Impossible!” The sungla.s.ses man interrupted.
This guy… what does he take other people’s superpowers for?
“Don’t get excited, I haven’t finished yet. Another, more plausible theory is the ‘zombie gun’, where you use your psychic power like a kind of radiating emission, disrupting the target’s central nervous system and ultimately affecting their emotions and behavior…” Ling Mo’s tone turned serious again, making him sound quite convincing.
Xia Na, who had been listening attentively, found it amusing and said, “Sounds like a product of the combat nation plan…”
“Hahaha… You’re almost making me believe it.” The sungla.s.ses man suddenly laughed. He stared at Ling Mo for a moment and said, “The fact that you came up with so much in such a short time makes me regret underestimating you… If I wasn’t so confident in my own concealment, I’d suspect that No.0’s death was a test run by you. Impressive, but wrong.”
“No.0 was you too?” Ling Mo asked, surprised.
“Of course not, that was just a failure,” the sungla.s.ses man said.
Ling Mo pondered for a moment before suddenly smiling. “I get it now-fusion, right?”
The sungla.s.ses man’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
Ling Mo supported himself on his knees and stood up, looking down at the sungla.s.ses man. “Your biggest mistake was not carefully choosing your fusion target. With your psychic power fully suppressed by the master ball, the subconscious of the original owner hidden deep within will resurface. And you… you’re much weaker than the real Big Boss.”
“Dammit, you… whimper whimper!”
Looking at the sungla.s.ses man, whose mouth had been gagged once more, Ling Mo patted his jacket and whispered, “You count as the Big Boss, but you’re not the Big Boss. Now that you have your own consciousness, don’t you want to exist as an independent ent.i.ty? As for the sensing ability from over there…” He turned his head towards Niepan headquarters, a mocking smile playing on his lips, “He just wants to sacrifice you to save himself. You might think this is a form of self-sacrifice, but isn’t that notion something he instilled in you?”
“Consider this: if you cooperate with me, you might live a bit longer.”
“Whimper whimper!” The sungla.s.ses man continued to struggle, but after being seen through by Ling Mo, such resistance could be handled with just one instance of psychic interference.
Psychic fusion… This method of using a superpower seems complex, but it’s quite simple when explained.
Using one’s own mental energy as the primary source, forcibly fuse with the psychic light cl.u.s.ters of other individuals.
This thought pattern is consistent with the main body but not entirely identical. From what happened earlier, it seems there’s a certain sensing ability between these and the main body, even exerting some vague influence on each other. However, the extent, number, and intensity of influences are surely limited.
If the sungla.s.ses man had broken free just now, it would have rendered this captive useless.
What he hadn’t expected was that Ling Mo had already understood this much…
As he turned around, a hint of a smile flickered in Ling Mo’s eyes.
When he finished speaking, the sungla.s.ses man’s psychic fluctuation had experienced a momentary change…
“No matter how much of a failure, he can still serve as a reference for you all,” Ling Mo thought, curling his lips.
…
An hour later, in the corridor of the Niepan headquarters.
After enduring over a hundred screams, the tightly closed door finally opened.
Several patrolling guards immediately went over, and within two minutes, they had dragged out three body bags.
Hearing the sc.r.a.ping sound those black bags made on the floor, the squad leader could barely stay seated.
Although he had already guessed the outcome when the screams gradually weakened, the thought of having to enter that room himself made it impossible for him to remain calm!
At that moment, another guard turned around and waved in the squad leader’s direction from afar. “Hey, the one with the issue, come over here.”
Captain Song, who was standing nearby, turned to him and said, “Go on.”
“I don’t want to!” the squad leader cried inwardly.
The room had already returned to calm. Standing at the doorway and peering inside, it seemed s.p.a.cious, with luxurious furnis.h.i.+ngs. After the bodies were dragged out, no bloodstains were left on the floor. At a glance, no torture instruments were visible, though the cubicles on either side might conceal a torture chamber…
The squad leader’s knees started to tremble at the thought of three people just having died there.
Inside one of the cubicles, where the conversation took place, the squad leader was momentarily stunned upon entering.
“Why is it you?” he blurted out instinctively.
The person seated opposite him was someone he knew…
But this person was no Big Boss, just an ordinary member, probably of the mental ability type…
The squad leader immediately recalled the earlier talk about questioning a spy. But this person didn’t look like he had been interrogated…
Apart from a slightly pale face, he looked relaxed, even carrying a hint of inexplicable pleasure.
Yet amid that faint pleasure, a trace of anger was also discernible.
The squad leader felt that this person’s expression was somewhat incongruent, as if two completely different emotions had been combined…
“You’ve seen me?” The man opposite suddenly smirked and said, “Never mind. Anyway, I’m now the agent of the Big Boss. Whatever you have to say, you can tell me.”
“Ah?” The squad leader was momentarily stunned.
“What message did the guy named Ling want you to deliver?” The other person asked, cutting straight to the chase.
“Well…” The squad leader hesitated slightly, but the man opposite shot him an impatient glare.
With that glare, a cold s.h.i.+ver ran down the squad leader’s spine. He quickly said, “I’ll tell you…”
Alright, it’s better to face an agent than the Big Boss directly…
“Since Ling Ge said to relay this message to the Big Boss personally, I…” the squad captain stammered, trying to recall. “He said that a nest of rats seems troublesome, but catching one of them is as good as dealing with the whole nest. He also said he has ways to force out what’s on a rat’s mind, and if the remaining rats don’t cooperate, he doesn’t mind using harsher methods.”
The agent was silent for a moment before asking, “Is that all?”
“He also said… to make sure the Big Boss remembers the feeling, and not to think he’s just making empty threats,” cold sweat forming on the squad captain’s brow again.
“That’s not his exact words, is it?” the agent pressed.
The squad captain forced a smile. “That’s the gist of it…”
“Trying to force us into a corner by threatening us, huh… Bold words. But does he really think I’m afraid?”
The agent drummed his fingers on the table, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Even without being directly stared at, the squad captain could feel a murderous intent emanating from him.
“Anything else?” the agent suddenly asked.
The squad captain hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said, “He said… don’t push him too far, or he’ll stomp each and every one of you to pieces. ‘Try me if you dare.’”
“Bang!”
The agent slammed his palm on the table, startling the squad captain into a s.h.i.+ver.
After a full two minutes, the agent waved dismissively. “Get out! And call the guard standing at the door in here.”
“Okay…” The squad captain almost dashed out of the room. As he stepped out, he couldn’t help but wonder why the agent suddenly seemed so murderous. That kind of ruthless demeanor couldn’t be easily faked by just anyone…
As he closed the door behind him, the squad captain heard a low growl from inside: “The guy named Ling, I want you dead!”