hotmtlnovel Chapter 58 The number one international assassin tried to assassinate me, but I fell asleep on a sma
Chapter 58 The number one international assassin tried to assassinate me, but I fell asleep on a sma
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the floating living room were half-open, and the cool night breeze made the curtains sway slightly.
The dark figure held a matte dagger coated with deadly poison, like a silent venomous snake.
His toes touched the smooth floor without making even the slightest friction sound.
This man, codenamed Death, is the number one assassin on the international assassination list.
His stealth skills, which he was so proud of, successfully fooled the plasma radar network surrounding the manor.
Death held his breath, his gaze fixed on the young man lying on the living room chair.
If that dagger were to cut even a millimeter of Lin Xian's skin, the deadly poison would kill him instantly.
He slowly raised his arm, gathering all his strength in his wrist as he gripped the knife.
The fatal distance to Lin Xian's throat was less than a meter away.
Death sneered inwardly; this so-called technological kingdom was nothing but an undefended joke.
He took a sudden half-step forward, ready to carry out this earth-shattering assassination worth billions of dollars.
The moment he landed, a pale blue ripple suddenly spread across the nano floor beneath his feet.
He stepped into the force field of the smart nano massage chair that Lin Xian had just replaced.
Death cried out in alarm and tried to back away, but his body suddenly went out of control.
The infrared sensor on the smart massage chair lit up with a green light, automatically triggering the advanced guest mode.
A dozen soft, warm mechanical tentacles instantly sprang out from the chair base.
These tentacles, like octopuses, tightly wrapped Death and his sword in mid-air.
Death struggled desperately, only to find that these tentacles were limp and unable to provide any support.
The mechanical tentacles precisely located every major acupoint on his body.
A perfectly warm current flowed through the tentacles and into the texture of his muscles.
The cutting-edge AI massage program completes the technique calculation in one second.
The two tentacles on the left pressed on his Fengchi acupoint, the force gentle yet penetrating the sore fascia.
The tentacle on his right side was providing a high-frequency micro-vibration soothing massage along his spine.
Death has spent his life fighting amidst gunfire and bullets, and his body is covered with hidden injuries from overwork.
This master-level, miraculous massage directly shattered his nerves that had been tense for twenty years.
His fingers gripping the dagger went limp, and the matte dagger, coated with deadly poison, clattered to the carpet.
The mechanical tentacles then pinched his shoulder and neck muscles, performing a perfect tendon-pulling technique.
Death's eyes widened, and a muffled groan of pleasure escaped its throat uncontrollably.
His heart, that of a cold-blooded killer, pounded at a beat of 120 at that moment.
The body secretes dopamine like a floodgate has been opened.
Even the gaps between your bones exude a soft, yielding sensation that makes you want to melt into the chair.
The massage chair even thoughtfully plays white noise such as flowing water from mountains to help you sleep.
Death's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and all those assassination plans were thrown to the back of his mind.
He collapsed into a lump of mud in mid-air, a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
In less than a minute, the king of assassins was snoring away and fast asleep.
The snoring was so loud it sounded like a leaky tractor roaring in the living room.
Lin Xian was awakened by the noise and sat up from his rocking chair in annoyance.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the man in black who was tied up in the massage chair next to him.
Lin Xian yawned and casually splashed the half-glass of cold water on the table onto the man's face.
Death jolted awake from its deep sleep.
He opened his eyes and met Lin Xian's eyes, which were filled with a lazy, grumpy morning look.
His professional instincts made him want to fight back, but he felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and he couldn't muster any strength.
That exquisite massage just now completely shattered his fighting spirit.
Hearing the commotion, Liu Rushuang, who was patrolling outside, rushed in with a stun gun.
Seeing the poisoned dagger on the ground, she quickly pressed the stun gun against Death's forehead.
Lin Xian waved his hand, signaling Liu Rushuang to put away the stun gun to avoid burning the carpet.
He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of water, and slowly began to speak.
Coming to my massage chair in the middle of the night, are you guys in this industry so strapped for cash?
Death was put back on the ground by the tentacles, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel directly in front of Lin Xian.
He touched his aching lower back, which had finally relaxed, and his eyes reddened as tears streamed down his face.
The king of assassins, who had never blinked in the face of death, was completely conquered by this unprecedented sense of comfort.
He clung to Lin Xian's legs with both hands, crying like a child whose keyboard had been stolen in an internet cafe.
Mr. Lin, I was wrong. The life I lived before was not fit for a human being!
I sleep in constant fear and anxiety, and I've never even had a comfortable mattress.
If you let me sit in this chair for ten minutes every day, I'll do anything for you!
He cried as he raised his hand and swore that he would turn over a new leaf and never be a killer again.
Hearing the commotion, Xia Anran, who was sleeping next door, ran out, still holding the portable medical pod in her hand.
She tried to tuck her hair behind her ear three times but couldn't, so she looked to Lin Xian for help.
Lin Xian disgustedly pulled his leg out and rubbed the soiled pant leg on the leather sofa.
The estate doesn't tolerate idlers; the security guard staff is already fully staffed.
Death was so anxious he stomped his feet, fearing that Lin Xian would kick him out of this divine realm.
I can cut vegetables. I've been using knives for twenty years, and I can cut potato shreds even finer than a machine!
Just then, Yan Guhong came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a gleaming boning knife.
The top female assassin looked at her kneeling colleague, paused for a moment while holding the cup, and didn't wipe the water that had spilled on the table.
Death recognized Yan Guhong and was so frightened that he scrambled over to him.
Sister Yan, please be kind enough to take me on as your apprentice. I'll take care of washing onions and peeling garlic for you.
Yan Guhong never expected that the former number one assassin would now be reduced to working as a kitchen helper for a massage chair.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers, thinking it would be good to have another person in the kitchen to do the heavy work.
Alright, from now on you'll just follow Yan Guhong around all day helping him chop vegetables.
You are allowed to use the massage chair for ten minutes after get off work each day.
Death, overjoyed, banged his head repeatedly on the nano-floor.
The once mighty King of Assassins was reduced to a vegetable chopper in the kitchen of the Azure Water Divine Kingdom.
Su Qinghan walked downstairs in her high heels and shook her head helplessly when she saw this absurd scene.
She flipped her phone face down on the table, her fingertips still burning. The boss's method of winning over the enemy was truly ingenious.
Zhou Bapi and his security team came over and swept the highly poisoned dagger away like trash.
Death stood up, dusted off his black clothes, and stood at the kitchen door like an obedient quail.
He rubbed his hands together, then suddenly remembered that he had brought something valuable with him on this assassination mission.
To prove himself to his new boss, he quickly took off the tactical backpack from his back.
Everyone gathered around curiously, wanting to see what secret weapon the King of Assassins had in his bag.
Tang Wu, without even buttoning up her white coat properly, pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and squeezed to the front.
Death unzipped his backpack and pulled out a portable freezer emitting a chilling aura.
He entered the password, and the metal lid of the freezer slowly popped open amidst a burst of white, cold mist.
The box didn't contain any high-tech bombs at all.
Instead, it was a mutated giant lobster that was over a meter long and covered with dark red bony plates.
The lobster's two enormous claws, like a pair of hydraulic clamps, were still waving weakly in the cold air.
This is a mutated seafood that I casually caught a few days ago when I went to the deep sea of Bermuda for a mission.
Death looked at Lin Xian with a fawning expression, smiling like a salesman promoting agricultural products.
I heard the boss likes seafood, and this thing's meat is definitely chewier than regular lobster.
Lin Xian looked at the large, menacing lobster and stroked his chin with satisfaction.
Yan Guhong's boning knife drew a beautiful line under the light.
She glanced at this exquisite ingredient and began to consider whether to use minced garlic or steam it.
Chu Yiyi and Mu Xiaotian were so hungry they were practically drooling, wishing they could start a fire and boil water right now.
Seeing the satisfied looks on everyone's faces, Death finally felt relieved.
He had just taken the mutated armored lobster out of the freezer with both hands.
The lobster's huge, dark red tail suddenly sprang out, breaking free from Death's grasp.
With a sharp snap, the lobster's massive pincers, even more terrifying than hydraulic shears, clamped down on Lin Xian's nine-dollar flip-flops.