Watching Professor Harris, who stood there eloquently, McCall could no longer endure it. He took a direct step forward, but by then, he had already sensed something amiss. He didn't dwell on it and threw another punch, but Harris skillfully dodged it.
McCall, whose punch missed, was not discouraged. Instead, he turned and threw another left hook, from bottom to top. This time, Harris barely managed to dodge it.
McCall's left fist grazed Harris's suit, but McCall's expression subtly changed.
A normal person's punch is usually a forehand, meaning the third phalanx of the fingers is directly facing the striking target.
For professional fighters, after throwing a punch, they quickly twist their wrist to align their fist with the enemy, thereby increasing the pressure of the punch and maximizing damage.
The advantage is that the opponent will feel more pain, and the wound might be larger, but the disadvantage is that your fist might break skin and bleed after only a few hits.
An uppercut, however, is different. It's thrown directly with the fist facing upwards; by simply retracting the wrist slightly, the effect of the fist facing the enemy can be achieved.
But it was precisely this habit that caused McCall's fist and Professor Harris's suit to quickly scrape together, and an extremely intense, burning pain instantly shot down from his fist.
This was also the reason why McCall's expression changed; he realized that the effect of that injection had already begun to work.
"How do you like my gift?"
Saying that, Professor Harris took a Revolver Pistol from his desk, "This is a rubber bullet Pistol. I hope you can endure it."
With that, Harris fired directly at McCall. Although McCall had rushed forward as much as possible, intending to end this fight.
The moment Harris fired, he immediately dodged, while simultaneously throwing another punch at Professor Harris's abdomen.
As an elite-level agent of the DIA, every one of his movements was extremely aggressive.
The punch landed squarely on Professor Harris's abdomen. The immense impact made Harris curl up directly, but he didn't show much pain. Instead, McCall covered his hand and took a step back, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
It turned out that Harris had already worn a specially designed protective armor, and McCall's punch landed directly on the armor. The tiny barbs on the armor covered McCall's fist with small blood dots.
But under the effect of the photosensitive amplification agent, these pains, which were originally not very noticeable, instantly became unbearable.
Even McCall couldn't stand it at this point.
"Cough, cough! Very powerful strength, but I tell you, the harder you hit, the stronger the damage that will be reflected back onto you." Professor Harris was exceptionally smug, even though that punch made his internal organs feel as if they were all twisted together.
He stood up from the ground.
At this point, McCall couldn't care about anything else. He was about to attack again, but this time, Harris directly raised the Revolver in his hand and shot McCall in the calf.
Bang!
The moment the rubber bullet hit his calf, McCall felt as if his calf had been blown off.
Pain!
Terrifying pain!
His usually unperturbed face instantly contorted. This kind of pain was definitely unbearable for ordinary people.
But he still gritted his teeth and endured it, continuing to attack Harris, but Harris cunningly retreated, giving McCall no opportunity.
He also realized that fighting was McCall's strong suit, so he tried to keep his distance as much as possible. The medicine was continuously taking effect, and the amplification of pain would become increasingly intense.
In fact, cold sweat had already started to bead on McCall's forehead. The pain in one hand and one leg was almost unbearable for him.
"Shameless bastard!"
McCall, unable to bear the severe pain, couldn't help but curse, but Harris accepted it with pleasure, "Thank you for the compliment!"
The intense pain, like a tide, assaulted McCall's nerves in waves. Even though he was battle-hardened, his reinforced and trained nerves couldn't withstand this kind of pain; it was simply too painful.
His body also began to shut down due to the excessive pain.
Professor Harris observed McCall's reaction, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and then squatted in front of him to observe.
Such an open and direct action was because he knew that as the medicine continued to take effect, continuously amplifying the senses, the pain the other party experienced would become increasingly severe, until it broke through the neural threshold and led to shock.
At this moment, McCall was on one knee, no longer able to continue fighting. Even with his astonishing willpower, his nerves couldn't take it.
After observing for a while, Harris recorded some data, then opened the door and walked out.
"Letting you die now seems a bit too easy. I will treat you well."
He was going to get something to tie this guy up. Such a perfect experimental subject, he couldn't miss him.
And McCall also knew that this guy was definitely not going to do anything good, and it was even unlikely that he would leave. If he didn't take action now, the consequences would probably be truly dangerous.
When Professor Harris returned to the room with a rope, he found the room empty.
It turned out that while Professor Harris went to get the rope, McCall, with astonishing perseverance, regained his mobility, climbed out the window, and quickly left.
The price of such an action was that he suffered several more injuries, bringing his body almost to the point of shock.
Stumbling, he hailed a taxi by the roadside and then left the area directly.
This damned Professor Harris was definitely a demonic existence; he had actually created such a terrifying drug.
The uses of such a drug were simply too broad; whether for assassination, kidnapping, or interrogation, it was an excellent weapon.
It seemed that the background behind this guy was probably even more complex, and he had to go back and investigate thoroughly.
When the taxi stopped, McCall laboriously paid the fare, opened the car door, and got out. He staggered back to his house, then collapsed directly in the living room, the intense pain causing him to lose consciousness.
On the other side, Zhang Jie also drove to Danbury and found the storage box containing the public information.
According to the instructions on the mission, after opening the box, there was a note and a small briefcase inside.
He glanced at the note's instructions, telling him to go to Danbury Station and take the Merritt 7 (Norwalk) train, and retrieve a silver briefcase from the seventh car.
Get off at South Norwalk Station, go to Norwalk 3 Bar in Fairfield, Connecticut, and give the briefcase to a woman named Stark.
After reading this information, Zhang Jie opened the briefcase, which contained a mobile phone.
The moment the box opened, the phone screen also lit up, displaying a message notification.
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