Chapter 284 No Time to Delay

Late, 11:03 PM.

With midnight approaching, Feng Bujue didn't have much time to waste on the road, so he had Hill drive straight toward the castle along the highway, planning to deal with any intercepting forces as they appeared.

Unexpectedly, less than two kilometers from the castle, they encountered dozens of soldiers and police officers fleeing in disarray.

These people looked terrified and stumbled as they walked, some wounded, others covered in blood and bits of internal organs…

Seeing this, Feng Bujue quickly deduced what had happened ahead. He immediately sneered, "Hmph… it seems… the Count has solved the encirclement problem for us." He turned to Hill and said, "Step on the gas and rush past them before they can react."

"Understood." Hill responded and immediately did as he was told.

At this moment, the police and soldiers fleeing from the vicinity of the castle were almost all in a state of shock, some with weak legs, others retching… their vehicles had all been destroyed, and many had even dropped their weapons; when they saw a car coming towards them, only a few reacted and waved for Jue-Ge to stop, but on Jue-Ge's instructions, Hill naturally ignored these attempts and sped past, quickly leaving the crowd behind.

"Excellent." Feng Bujue continued, "Mr. Hill, you've done a great job. That's it… your mission is basically complete."

As he spoke, Jue-Ge reached into his bag and once again took out his [Compound Anti-Gravity Catapult].

"Don't! Don't kill me!" At the same moment, Hill caught sight of Jue-Ge's hand movement and cried out in fear.

"Why are you so jumpy…" Feng Bujue said in a calm tone, "What makes you think I'm going to kill you?"

"Don't play dumb!" Hill replied excitedly, "I've seen this in movies too many times, the subtext of 'your mission is complete' is 'you're useless now'! And you're just like those people in the movies who kill to silence witnesses, pulling out your weapon while you're talking!"

"Heh heh heh…" Feng Bujue laughed, "That's… what do you take me for? A homicidal maniac?"

After this question was asked, Hill didn't dare answer, but in his heart… he had already given an affirmative answer.

"Indeed, for the past dozen hours, I've been using your life to force you to work for me." Jue-Ge waited a few seconds and continued, "But whether or not to silence you after the job is done… that requires a motive." He shrugged and continued, "In most cases, silencing is done to eliminate witnesses or to avoid paying… but I have no intention of doing either. On the contrary, I'm happy to fulfill my original promise… to let you live."

"You…" Hill hesitated for two seconds and asked boldly, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone what happened today?"

"What if you do?" Feng Bujue said, "Do you think that would affect me in any way?" He tilted his head and gave the other party a meaningful look, "Besides… how can you be sure… that your 'telling everyone what happened today'… isn't part of my plan?"

His words were a bit of a bluff, but they were very effective on Hill.

"Okay…" Hill didn't continue to discuss this issue with Jue-Ge. For him, just being able to survive today was something he should thank God for. "Then… what are you going to do with the chip in my back?"

"No need to do anything." Feng Bujue replied, "That thing has a limited lifespan inside the human body. It will dissolve on its own in a few days and be metabolized by you, at most causing diarrhea or constipation."

"What? So it's okay to just leave it alone?" Hill exclaimed.

"Heh… what did you think?" Feng Bujue said, "Although this chip is a product of magic and super-technology, it's just a temporary device that took ten minutes to make. Even its power comes from the bioelectricity generated by your own movement and the energy brought about by emotional fluctuations. Otherwise, what do you think something the size of a fingernail uses to maintain its operation?"

"So…" Hill said belatedly, "Actually, when I'm away from you, all I need to do is find a place to sit down and stay calm… and the chip will automatically fail soon."

"That's right, Mr. Hill, that's exactly what's going on." Feng Bujue replied.

"Ha… hahaha…" Hill laughed, a long-lost laugh, "If I had known this earlier… I would have run away this afternoon."

"In fact, if you had directly brought back Van Helsing's diary several hours ago and obediently handed it over to me, your mission could have ended sooner." Feng Bujue continued, "However, you still chose to play games with me as I expected… heh… so, this type of person who is neither smart nor stupid is really a headache."

As they were talking, the car had reached the drawbridge outside the main gate of the castle.

Hill slowly stopped the car, and Feng Bujue unfastened his seat belt, preparing to get out.

"Hey, you forgot something." Hill turned his head and noticed that Feng Bujue had left the catapult on the seat.

"That's a gift for you." Jue-Ge replied as he stepped out of the car, "You'd better keep it safe, because you'll be using it soon."

"Uh…" Hill wanted to ask why, but Feng Bujue had already started walking forward quickly, crossing the moat without looking back.

In fact, Jue-Ge's words did come true in the near future… Three days after the incident, Hill was found and arrested by the military; by that time… the chip in his body had disappeared, and his testimony was not very credible, so… this catapult, whose technology was far beyond the level of this planet, became the only proof that Hill was committing crimes under "duress."

It was only then that Hill realized… the reason why Mr. F had left this item in the car in the first place.

Just as Jue-Ge had repeatedly emphasized and promised, as long as Hill obediently followed instructions, he could "live" after the task was completed.

Feng Bujue said it and did it, even if the price was to give up a piece of equipment, and without any return…

Jue-Ge was such a contradictory person, sometimes he would be calculating and meticulous, not letting a drop of water leak, stingy, and would even resort to acting shamelessly; but at other times, he might stubbornly complete some inexplicable and unrewarding things for a word, a thought, and not care about the cost…