Back in the real world, the current time was 11 o'clock in the evening. Zhao Ming felt a little sleepy, so he took a shower and went to bed.

Unexpectedly, when I was hit by the hot water, my energy suddenly became high, and I couldn't sleep for a while. A question suddenly occurred to me.

"System, you said before that the slave chip can produce 10 pieces a day, right?"

"Yes."

"Then the question is, the time in the real world and the ancient world are not synchronized, so which time should prevail?"

"It's neither. It depends on which world you are in. 24 hours a day, about every two and a half hours, you can get a new slave chip or knowledge transfer chip."

"Uh...well, that's it."

Zhao Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head. He originally thought he had discovered a system vulnerability, but he didn't expect that there was a problem with his understanding.

"System, is this slave chip permanently effective? There will be no sudden failure, right?"

"Yes, the slave chip is different from the knowledge transfer chip. It will always exist in the target's brain until it is taken out. After being taken out, the slave chip cannot be reused and can only be scrapped. As for the failure, it can only be used when

Only when the target's willpower is extremely strong will there be a very small chance of it happening."

Sure enough, nothing in the world is absolute, and even for such a high-end thing, the success rate cannot be guaranteed to be 100%. It seems that slaves will still have to be more careful in the future, and key positions cannot be arranged. It is best to serve as cannon fodder or death squads.

Use it, they can't object anyway.

When he woke up, Zhao Ming looked at the system space and found that 3 slave chips had been produced. He estimated that the fourth one would come out after he finished his breakfast. However, if he wanted to test the effect, 3 would be enough.

To avoid long nights and too many dreams, it’s better not to waste any more time.

Zhao Ming hurriedly finished his breakfast and asked the system to teleport him to the headquarters of the Blood Crow Gang.

This is a nightclub in London. Although it is already late at night local time, there are still a lot of men and women in the nightclub. There are even a few people queuing up at the door waiting to enter.

Using his mental energy to look inside, Zhao Ming found a group of people having a meeting in the basement of the nightclub.

There was a long dining table in the middle of the room. Several chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dining table but unable to dispel the darkness in the rest of the room.

"Blood Crow", the leader of the Blood Crow Gang, is sitting in the main seat. There are more than a dozen chairs placed on both sides of the table. Except for two chairs that are unoccupied at the moment, all the other chairs are occupied by people.

There were one or two bodyguards standing behind most of the occupied chairs. All of them were tall and round, some had pistols on their waists, and some had mini-submachine guns hidden in their arms. At first glance, they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

It seems that the disappearance of the two small bosses has made the Blood Crow Gang uneasy, so they are discussing countermeasures.

"Could the butcher and the wild wolf have colluded to hijack the cargo ship to another place?" A guy with a mustache and a sinister face looked at the people around him,

First, he expressed his doubts.

"You fart! The wild wolf is definitely not that kind of person." A tall white man with a mustache diagonally opposite him, covered in tattoos, slapped the table and angrily yelled.

Blood Crow, who was at the head of the table, did not stop the argument between the two, obviously he also had doubts in his heart.

Seeing that Blood Crow didn't speak, Mustache couldn't help but become a little bolder, and continued: "Then you can tell us where the wild wolf and the butcher have gone? Why can't we contact them for so long?"

"Because they are in my hands."

A voice came from a dark corner of the room.

"who?"

"Who is there?"

The bodyguards were startled, and they took out various weapons and pointed them at the place where the sound came from. The people sitting at the table also put their hands into their arms, ready to take out the weapons at any time.

Zhao Ming came out of the corner, holding a large number of magazines of various types in his hand and said: "I don't like being pointed at by others, even if it is a weapon without bullets."

When the gangsters looked at the weapons in their hands, they found that whether they were pistols or submachine guns, all the magazines inserted in them were missing. When they checked their pockets, they found that the spare magazines were also missing, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

"There is still a bullet in the chamber of my gun." A bodyguard shouted, "Hand over the magazine, or I will shoot you in the head!"

"There are bullets in the chamber of my gun!" The other man also woke up and raised the weapon in his hand again and pointed it at Zhao Ming.

"Really?" Zhao Ming put the magazine in his hand into the system space, "I don't think so."

"Go to hell!" The bodyguard who spoke first couldn't stand Zhao Ming's attitude of not caring about him and others, so he suddenly pulled the trigger.

Da da--

There was a hollow sound from the firing pin inside the pistol.

Zhao Ming stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, "It seems that you are not very good at using your weapons, why not leave them to me for safekeeping."

The gangsters felt a sudden light on their hands, and all the weapons they were holding and the spare weapons hidden on their bodies disappeared.

What kind of unpredictable method is this?

Everyone was frightened and took a step back involuntarily.

"I can kill you without a gun." Someone did not believe in evil and pulled out a sharp dagger and rushed towards Zhao Ming from the side.

Zhao Ming didn't move, as if he didn't see it.

Seeing that the dagger in this man's hand was about to stab Zhao Ming's body, the people in the room couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

This man is a retired special forces soldier who is good at using cold weapons. His close combat ability is one of the best in the Blood Crow Gang. No one dares to challenge him in a duel except for the gang leader Blood Crow himself.

boom--

Zhao Ming still made no move, but the man flew out in the opposite direction at a faster speed, and the dagger in his hand also reached Zhao Ming's hand.

"Well, this knife is pretty good. I'll accept it. Thank you."

Zhao Ming played with the saber in his hand and then put it into the system space.

Seeing that his subordinates were defeated one after another, the leader of the Blood Crow Gang couldn't sit still. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? None of us here have met you. I guess there must be some misunderstanding here?"

"Haha, misunderstanding? Your people traveled half a world away and drove three trucks to steal things from my warehouse. Is this called a misunderstanding?"

"Who are you……"

"Yes, it's me. Now I've come to your door. You didn't expect it? If you don't want to die, just compensate me for my losses." Zhao Ming conjured up a laptop and placed it in front of an empty chair on the table. "Use this laptop."

Log in to your bank account on the computer and transfer the money to me."

"What if we refuse?" Blood Crow remained unmoved and seemed to have put life and death aside.

"Haha, you think I will kill you if you don't transfer the money? No, no, no, that won't do me any good." Zhao Ming waved his hand, "Now I declare that not only your money, but also your people are mine.

We have property, let’s start with you.”

After saying that, Zhao Ming launched a coercion spell on Blood Crow, forcing him to transfer all the money on hand to him.

Xue Crow stood up without saying a word, walked to a chair and sat down. He operated the computer without hesitation, started to log in to online banking, and entered his account and password.

"Blood Crow, what are you doing..." a little boss next to him said quickly.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ming glared at him. The man found that not only could he not speak, he could not even move his fingers, as if he had suddenly turned into a vegetative state.

The man was frightened to death, his face was red from suppressing it, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

The rest of the people finally saw the problem. The little bosses here all fought hard with real swords and guns. No one is a softie, and it is impossible to be scared like this by just a word. The only possibility is this

People are really evil. Not only can they take away other people's weapons from a distance, but they can also restrict other people's movements.

So the smart people were ready to run away.

"Did I let you go?"

Zhao Ming didn't look back, but it was as if there were eyes behind his back. As soon as the guy took a step, he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"Since you are so anxious, then you will be the next one."

After Blood Crow finished operating the computer and returned to his seat, the sneaky man became the second person to "donate" to Zhao Ming.

The rest of the people saw this and were shocked and frightened.

In their line of work, although you can make money quickly, you also take a lot of risks. It is not an empty talk that you can make money but not spend it.

In addition to daily squandering, the remaining money is prepared to be unavailable in the future. The money used for retirement and pension cannot be transferred to others with just a word.

However, now the first two people not only transferred the money, but also transferred it very happily without any resistance at all.

This is so weird...

But they didn't wonder for long, because there were not many people who could sit at the table, and everyone took turns soon.

It turns out... when it was my turn, no matter how vigilant or unwilling I was before, I obeyed unconditionally following that person's words, without any sense of resistance at all.

Next, it is the turn of the standing bodyguard...

Although they probably don't have much money, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are, and they are not in a hurry anyway.

After everyone in the room completed the "donation" operation, Zhao Ming looked at his account balance and found that a total of more than 100 million US dollars had been added, and nodded with satisfaction.

Now that the fourth slave chip has been produced, it is time to test the effect.

The first person to be patched was the gang leader Blood Crow.

Zhao Ming pointed to a larger open space and said to Blood Crow: "Come here and stand here."

Blood Crow once again "volunteered" to be the first user of the slave chip, and followed the instructions to stand at the designated location.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Ming said with a smile, "Are you impatient? Don't worry, it won't hurt."

thump--
Chapter completed!