Detective Ghost Empress - Chapter 455: A deadly man ——2

Everyone thought that the most powerful scientist they had ever seen was a national treasure-level scientist until they saw Baizhi-
The light of technology, a cosmic scientist.

Three thousand worlds are different.

In each world, she is keen on scientific research.

This is a story of a scientific researcher who concentrates on scientific research, explores high-dimensional science in various worlds, and refuses to admit defeat and fate. The text is easy to comprehend, flows smoothly, humorously, and the plot is full of ups and downs, and it is full of positive energy.

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"Stay with me and I will give you everything your heart desires. For you, my darling, I would part the mountains, split the sea, and cause havoc on Earth just to have you."

Rebirth at the turn of the century, people are in Moscow, just got off the plane, ready to study abroad…

Wang Ye originally only wanted to be rich and safe, and to live his own life in a plain and happy way.

But being pushed by the hand of fate, he involuntarily went to the road of oligarchs!

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”