Chapter 1820 [1820] The Tyrant’s Backer
"Since the day I chose to be a black glove for my current sponsor, I knew I would not be able to escape death. Even if I am not killed, I might be eliminated because I know too many secrets of my sponsor." When Myron Jasons said this, a rare pleading look appeared in his eyes, "But my sister is innocent."

"She has no idea who I am or what I have done."

"I don't want to hurt her."

"You have someone close to you, right? I'm sure you can understand the feelings of a brother who was raised by his sister since he was a child. Thanks to her, I was able to grow up..."

Ye Feng could feel the nervousness and sincerity in his tone.

Seeing that Myron Jasons seemed to want to kneel down to him when he talked about his sister, he immediately said, "I can guarantee that this will not be known to anyone else."

"Thank you." Myron Jasons finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I know I can't restrict you in any way."

"But there is only one thing I can do, and that is to leave a message."

"If you break your promise to me today, I will never let you go even if I die and go to hell!"

Ye Feng didn't care about his threat at all, "Answer my question."

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Devonshire Hook." Myron Jasons did not delay this time and simply revealed a name, "The genius young master of the Duke of Devonshire's family."

"He is the one who wants you dead!"

"Him?" Ye Feng was a little surprised. "How could he be the financial backer behind you?"

"It's a long story to tell." There was a look of reminiscence in Myron Jasons' eyes.

……

At the same time, at the door of a police station in Fog City, Devonshire Hook, who was still injured, still had an ordinary face, but his eyes were full of ferocity, "Fuck!"

"I was defeated again by that guy called Ye Feng!"

"And this time, if I hadn't used some of the power of the Devonshire family, I would have almost been thrown into the detention center!" "I must avenge this!"

Many men and women around him saw his terrifying aura and horrifying expression, and subconsciously kept their distance from him.

Some people even mistook him for a criminal and couldn't help but point fingers at him.

"Fuck!" After seeing this, Devonshire Hook couldn't help but curse.

My life script plan this time was a complete failure.

When they reached a place with fewer pedestrians on the roadside, his eyes flickered, and he simply took out his cell phone and dialed a number marked "Director Left".

"Director Left, I want to improve my strength according to the upper limit of the genetic modification level of your Life Science Institute!"

The person on the other end of the phone obviously knew his identity and was not too impressed by it. Hearing his voice, he just said calmly, "The latest genetic modification technology is not yet mature."

"If you must transform and improve, we need to prepare some magical herbs to ensure the safety of the transformation process as much as possible and increase the success rate of genetic modification."

"In addition, we also need to mobilize all the most elite researchers inside and outside the institute in advance and have them suspend some of their current tasks to escort you."

It was not the first time that Devonshire Hook had dealt with the director. When he heard him say that he needed some magical herbs, he immediately understood what he meant. "Director Left, we are old friends. Why don't you be frank and tell me directly how much funding do you need from me?"

Director Left smiled and said, "This is a big project. It will take a long time to prepare and transform it, and it will require a lot of resources to be gathered."

"If I make a rough estimate, it will cost at least 10 billion magnesium knives!"

"One hundred billion magnesium knives will do." Devonshire Hook's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, "But what about the effect?"

"As long as the transformation is successful, your strength will be directly raised to the ceiling of the single-soldier combat power of the entire British Empire." Director Left smiled again on the other end of the phone, "If I must make a more intuitive analogy, it's probably that you alone will be able to sweep away all the top combat forces of the Undertaker Organization. Including the Crystal Team that they rarely deploy!"

(End of this chapter)