2219 December 6, Central America, Caribbean.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, a erotic swimming pool party was in full swing in a certain sea view villa.

At first glance, the lights were filled with graceful figures of beauties in swimsuits, and even the waiters responsible for delivering meals and drinks were model-level beauties; the caviar, foie gras, lobsters, etc., which were piled up casually like the self-service sauce of a hot pot restaurant, and the huge champagne tree in the corner seemed to tell how empty and boring the life of the owner here was.

The protagonist of this party was undoubtedly the only male present with a little green in the red bushes.

He was a mixed-race young man who looked over 20 years old. He was not only handsome, but also tall and strong. When most people first saw him, they would think that he was a model, actor, or a particularly handsome athlete. After people learned about his wealth, all the impressions about his appearance would be diluted, leaving only the label of "rich second generation".

But in fact, this man is almost fifty years old this year, and he is not a rich second generation. Everything he has now earned by himself.

Of course... the way he makes money is neither legal nor moral.

His reputation was quite reputable in both black and white. Although no one knew his real name, everyone knew his nickname - the Pharmacist.

The story of the pharmacist, like an urban legend, is widely circulated on Daoer.

A seemingly ordinary university assistant, a genius without moral bottom line, an unconcealed egoist, and a vicious and unprovocative extrajudicialist.

People like him are affected in troubled times in turbulent times; because he does not care about politics, will not interfere with any military actions with political purposes in armed forces, will not sacrifice his own interests or make any compromises for things like "loyalty" or "friendship", and will not put himself in a dangerous situation.

He just found a place to hide, cut off his contact with all his previous partners, and enjoy life while ensuring his absolute safety... Anyway, his savings were enough for him to spend a long time.

But in the end, someone found him.

Maybe he did survive the troubled times leisurely, but what he had to face next was a new dynasty and a new ruler...

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"Oh? There's something like this..." The pharmacist lay on a recliner, his eyes fixed. While he habitually swallowed a beautiful woman in swimsuit next to him and fed it into his mouth, he muttered this to himself in his heart.

The reason why he asked himself this was because he saw a man at this time - a man.

There shouldn't be any other man in his villa except himself.

In fact, it is not just men, except for those who he "allowed" to come in, no matter men and women, people, animals, or even snakes, insects, rats and ants... In short, as long as they are living creatures, they cannot enter and exit his villa freely.

Because his villa is not only equipped with a super high-level fully automatic security system, but also a chemical protection network he designed himself is arranged in all areas inside and outside. Even in this open-air backyard, around the swimming pool, and near the walls, there are "gas force fields" that are invisible to the naked eye. Only those who wear full-coverage biochemical protective clothing (those with their own oxygen cylinders) and can crack the security system successfully sneak in.

But the man in front of him didn't wear that kind of thing.

Yan Wushang just wore an ordinary short-sleeved casual shirt, loose cropped pants, and pair of sandals. He walked into the pharmacist's backyard with a big swagger and walked straight towards the latter.

"Can you talk to you?" Yan Wushang walked to the pharmacist, and asked without saying hello.

"Ha..." The pharmacist smiled, waved his hand to drive away the beauties surrounding him, got up and made a "please" gesture to Yan Wushang, "Come, sit in the room."

The two of them didn't say much, and walked back to the villa in a silent way.

Under the leadership of the pharmacist, Yan Wushang was taken to a room on the second floor. The room was located at an oblique height above the swimming pool. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room allowed the entire villa's backyard to be seen.

After entering the house, the two of them sat on two sofa chairs by the window. On the coffee table between them was a pure gold cigarette box and a bottle of whiskey that had already been drunk.

"Come one?" As soon as the pharmacist sat down, he opened the cigarette box and skillfully picked up a cigarette.

"Yes." Yan Wushang was not polite to him, and he refused everyone.

So, the pharmacist picked up a lighter from the table next to him, lit a cigarette for himself, and lit it for Yan Wushang. Then, they each took a sip of cigarettes, and each exhaled a misty white with their comfortable expressions... as if at that moment, except for this cigarette, nothing else in the world was important.

But after that short moment, when the smoke gradually dissipated, the men still had to start doing what they should do.

"I guess, you came on behalf of the Empire?" The pharmacist spoke first.

"How can I tell?" Yan Wushang didn't mind chatting with the other party for a few more words.

"There are no more people like you in the Federation today." said the pharmacist.

"In other words, in the past, the Federation sent someone like me to find you?" Yan Wushang asked.

"Ha...that's not." The pharmacist shrugged, "You can be completely immune to the chemical defense I set up by relying on your own abilities. You are the first person I have ever seen, but the Federation is not all fools. They will send drones, robots, and transformers wearing protective clothing to contact me... Fu - After all, I have worked with the Jimenes family for many years, and Jimenes's family is still on the back of the Federation, so the Federation is quite familiar with some of my situation and has been prepared before coming."

"Well..." Yan Wushang nodded and took a sip of cigarettes, "Since the Federation has come to you, and it sounds like more than once, why haven't you come out to help them? Let's talk further... Faced with your repeated rejections, they didn't even come to force them?"

"Hahaha..." The pharmacist laughed happily, "How do you know they were not strong?" He paused and curled up some laughter. "As they retreated step by step on the front battlefield, their demand for 'biological and chemical weapons' is getting stronger and stronger. However, the scientists they raised themselves cannot meet their special needs of 'poisoning the enemy, and at most can poison the untouchables and soldiers, but they cannot poison our federal powers'... So they must come to me, and in the end, it becomes 'catch'..."

"But you were not caught." Yan Wushang continued.

"Yes, I'm not that easy to catch." The pharmacist tilted his head and took a sip of cigarettes. "But I was also annoyed by them, and I had to avoid their harassment by frequent moving... Fu - it's much better now, and they no longer have the energy to come to me again."

"But I'm here." Yan Wushen said.

"You?" The pharmacist looked at Yan Wushen, "Ha...you are different. The demands you brought, that is, the demands of the empire, should not be as difficult as those of the Federation, right?"

"Indeed." Yan Wushang nodded, "It's not difficult to deal with."

"I am also a person who knows the current affairs. Since today is the world of the empire, there is no need to go against you." The pharmacist continued, "I will just say that... As long as you can ensure that my quality of life does not decrease or even improve slightly, I can naturally provide services to you, such as... providing some technical support for those who are shameful people, haha... what you want me to do is nothing more than this kind of thing, right?"

His positioning of himself is indeed quite accurate.

A person who can develop potions such as "mantis" and "velvet" must be not only have extraordinary talents, but also lacks moral bottom line; the most important thing is... he also has self-knowledge, he is very clear that he is a top expert in this inhumane and dirty business, and people like him will have a market in any era.

"You...just guessed half of it." Unexpectedly, Yan Wushang's next response did not follow the pharmacist's idea. "The empire does need your service, but it will not give you the kind of treatment you want."

"Oh?" The pharmacist was not panicked when he heard this, "What? So is that Emperor Zilin such a stingy person? Or... he doesn't even have the judgment of how much value a person like me has?"

"Your Majesty's judgment is..." When Yan Wushang said this, he had already extinguished the smoke in his hand. "...A mad scientist like you, who has no bottom line, does have certain value for the new empire. It is a little bit of a pity to kill it directly, but if you want to keep you alive... you must strictly control it."

"That's it..." The pharmacist also extinguished the cigarette in his hand when he heard this, "In other words, today... you are not here to discuss cooperation with me, but to catch me?"

"Yes." Yan Wushang said bluntly.

At this moment, the pharmacist's tone had become very cold: "Have you ever thought before you came that in the past six months, why did the elite troops of those who were sent by the Federation to capture me... have not succeeded?"

"Because you are strong?" Yan Wushang continued.

"It's likely to be stronger than you imagine." said the pharmacist.

"No." Yan Wushang said, "I knew you were very strong for a long time." He said, looking up and down at the other party, "You can even make medicine to 'rejuvenate' yourself. It's not difficult to do something to improve your combat ability. Who knows what you have done to your body over the years, and I won't be surprised if you have the combat power equivalent to a crazy-level abilities."

"Then what you mean is that even if I'm so strong, can you catch me?" the pharmacist asked again.

"Ha..." At this moment, Yan Wushen smiled. This was the first time he smiled after meeting the pharmacist.

This smile made the pharmacist shudder.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just someone who came to 'take you back'. The work of subduing you has already been done by others." Yan Wushang said this, suddenly turned his head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window beside him.

Seeing this, the pharmacist turned his head later and looked down through the floor-to-ceiling window.

At this time, the beauties who were hypnotized by the pharmacist with medicine were gone. There was only one person left next to the swimming pool where people were coming and going, that is, the woman who fed the pharmacist to eat grapes just now.

Like a pharmacist, few people know her real name. The pseudonym she most often uses is "Mandi". Of course, the people on Daoer have another name for her - Mandala.

"What a beautiful woman, right? Who can refuse something like this beauty is given to your mouth?" Yan Wushang said, and made an "OK" gesture to Mandi below, "Can you still remember how much you ate in the past few days that she fed into your mouth?"

Mandi, who got the signal, also returned the same gesture to Yan Wushang, and then took her enchanting cat steps and twisted her sexy figure and left.

"Hmph..." After a brief surprise, the pharmacist snorted coldly, "That's it?" He shook his head, "I thought you had any tricks, but the result was to let a woman hide the poison in her body, and then slowly fall into my food in multiple times?" He said, leaning forward a little, staring at Yan Wushen and said, "Brother, I am a 'pharmacist'. Do you think there is any other medicine in this world that can harm me?" He paused for a moment and raised his eyebrows, "Or, what are you using to put on poison, but a nanorobot?" At this point, he laughed again, "Ha... Then I can tell you that there is no need to waste your efforts. That kind of thing can also not survive in my body."

After he finished speaking, Yan Wushang spoke slowly after two seconds: "It's dark water."

"Ha?" The pharmacist was stunned. "What is that? Is there a new drug you have developed?" He still had the indifferent attitude. "How do I have to explain it to you before you understand that as long as it is made in line with the chemical knowledge currently mastered by humans..."

"That's not a medicine, it's a creature." Yan Wushang interrupted him.

"Microorganisms? Bacteria? Virus?" The pharmacist still looked very disdainful, "So what?"

"Oh... forget it." Yan Wushang simply sagged on the sofa chair, crossed his legs, and took out another cigarette, "I'm too lazy to explain to you..."
Chapter completed!