The Night Travel God is good at assassination. He comes and goes without a trace. It is easy to sneak attack a witch and Gu master in the extraordinary stage.
The broken heart was still beating, and blood gushed out. The cold young man did not die immediately. His brown pupils shrank into golden vertical eyes, his nose collapsed, and his lips were widened until the skin of his ears turned blue and black, and hard pimples grew. .
His whole body turned into an ugly toad in human form.
Turn into a poison! He wants to fight to the death.
But just as he finished transforming into a gu, the palm of his hand suddenly clenched, crushing the bright red heart. The other hand inserted into the hole in his chest, and with all his strength, he tore the toad man into two pieces, easily like tear apart.
The process from attack to tearing into pieces and drying up took less than three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils were dilated and his whole person was still in a sluggish state.
Captain Gao, whom he respected as a god, could be easily crushed. Being killed like this was as easy as crushing an ant in your heart.
Only then did Li Zhengde see the attacker clearly. He was an ordinary-looking young man, one of those mediocre people who couldn't be found in a crowd.
Just as Li Zhengde was about to beg for mercy, he suddenly heard a "click" and saw his back and the corridor behind him.
Me, how can I get better? Thoughts flashed through his mind, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness. Li Zhengde, whose neck was twisted 180 degrees, fell to the ground, incontinent, with infection in his crotch, and his legs twitched slightly.
Zhang Yuanqing heard the spiritual realm prompts for gaining reputation points and deducting moral points, but he didn't pay attention. Now killing an evil professional and an ordinary person is not enough to make him feel angry. Kill first and then talk about it. Kill such a villain and then look back. If the Sheriff's Department concludes the case, he will receive a more generous moral value reward.
And when you have accumulated a lot of moral value, you will not accidentally kill civilians in future battles, and you will not become a wanted criminal in the spiritual realm.
Although he has always been very careful not to harm civilians, as the level increases, the destructive power becomes stronger and it is difficult to ensure that no accidents occur.
The embarrassing dilemma of the marshal, president and club owner was the best proof.
You don’t have to do it, but you must be prepared for the unexpected.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the toad man's corpse with dark, sticky energy in his eyes, and summoned the remaining spirit body in the corpse. He opened his mouth to swallow the spirit body, which was full of perverse aura and fangs and claws.
Ten seconds later, after digesting the remaining memory fragments of the spirit body, he snapped his fingers and dissipated into starlight.
Far away from the battlefield of the green shed dormitory, under an excavator, a group of young and middle-aged people wearing vests and flowery shirts stood or sat around a square table. They were frying gold flowers, winning money, laughing, and losing money.
In addition to playing cards, there are also large stacks of banknotes on the table. The most conspicuous one is a tattooed man, wearing a black shirt and jeans, with a gold chain hanging around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, and squinting at the cards.
"Garbage cards!" The black-lined man threw away the cards in his hand, spit out half of the cigarette, and stamped it out with all his strength. The black-lined man's spiritual realm ID was "Gambler Saint" and he was a gambler before he became a spiritual realm walker.
As long as he owns anything, he can put it on the gambling table.
Money, wife and children, including his own life, he enjoys the pleasure of gambling. If he loses the bet, he is willing to send his wife to someone else's bed. He just pursues the excitement of getting rich overnight or losing everything. He thinks this is gambling. The biggest thing is charm.
So he never cheats. Cheating is meaningless. A sure-win bet is neither exciting nor fulfilling.
The gangsters in the sand quarry like to play with him because of this.
The gambler almost lost all his money, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette and waited for the next round to begin.
The second game began. The gambler lit a cigarette, picked up two cards, read them, and then opened the last card bit by bit.
The three cards are "2", "6" and "9", which is another deck of garbage cards!
Just as the gambling sage was about to curse, someone came from behind: "Hey, what a rubbish card."
"Trash cards!" The gambling saint echoed, and then thought about it, remembering that there was no one behind him.
He suddenly turned around and saw an ordinary-looking young man standing behind him at some point.
"You." The gambling saint's face changed. This
He is not from the sand quarry, but a completely unfamiliar outsider.
He instinctively jumped up, trying to distance himself, but the next second, the man behind him touched his head with his palm.
"Bang!" The head exploded like a watermelon, and brain tissue mixed with bones flew out, splashing all over the table.
The Kunzi at the table were either holding their cards and were stunned, or they were stunned as they watched the headless corpse fall to the ground. They were all stunned for a moment.
They didn't have a chance to react. Yi Chuanmei floated out from behind her master and let out a wraithful scream. With a thud, a dozen people around the table fell to the ground and died silently.
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the saint's spirit body as usual, and then asked: "Yichuan Mei, will your moral points be deducted if you kill ordinary people?"
"Master, the moment you turned me into a resentful spirit, I already lost my character. Now I am your slave, not a spiritual traveler." Ikawa Mei said flatteringly, leaning against her master's back. "I have always wanted to have a spirit." A master who tortured me and whipped me."
"Work hard and don't talk off-topic. I'll beat you to death tonight," Zhang Yuanqing said coldly. 「
"Yes~" Yi Chuanmei got the promise and excitedly scratched her head and posture.
Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bedside and collected the blood-stained money one by one. "The money is confiscated, Lord Tong!"
He looked towards the green shed dormitory where *** lived in the distance. A star escaped to the far left room, with the air conditioner blowing cold wind.
In the small room, there was a comfortable double bed. On the bed, a sexy woman held her head high and moaned softly and seductively.
She has beautiful features and a sexy body. There is a young man under her crotch, and a man behind her. Compared to the woman's enjoyment, the two men look like they are forced to do business, and they are doing repetitive movements numbly and mechanically.
A row of naked men knelt beside the bed, with their heads lowered, like male concubines waiting for the Queen's arrival. There was no passion in their expressions and eyes, but rather some fear and nervousness.
Wow, this woman is simply the female version of a **** god general. This kind of woman should be handed over to the Demon Lord to deal with, ensuring that she will leave a psychological shadow from now on, and will never be close to men again.
Zhang Yuanqing stood beside the bed, enjoying the sex scene that was rarely seen in domestic areas.
He is not afraid of being discovered by women, because Yi Chuanmei detonated the passion of the three of them and made them indulge in physical pleasure.
At this time, even if another gun is pressed against the woman's throat, she will not react, and may even react subconsciously...
Of course, it was clear that Zhang Yuanqing would not give him up for grabs.
The two rows of women kneeling beside the bed were lost in fantasy, unaware of the sudden appearance of strangers.
After examining it for a moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt bored. He reached out and pinched the woman's neck, making a slight click and exerting a slight force.
He died, and died silently. The two men on the bed continued to move, completely unaware that the woman was dead.
Zhang Yuanqing took out his cell phone and dialed the drug chaser's cell phone number. "Come in, all the witches and wizards here have been dealt with."
Five minutes later, the convoy rushed into the sand quarry, and the drug chasers came with official travelers. The criminals on duty at the gate immediately sounded the alarm, and more than 20 gunmen who were resting in the dormitory rushed out. Only then did they realize that their companions on the other side of the sand quarry had just been massacred, and the convoy that rushed into the base of the sand quarry drove straight in.
As soon as the roar of the rattling rifle sounded, the gangsters' bodies were cut in half inexplicably, as if they were being cut by a laser, which was the sword energy of a drug chaser.
In just one round, the remaining forces in the sand quarry were wiped out, the convoy came to a halt, and official travelers rushed into every place with guns to investigate the surviving enemies.
The drug chaser glanced at the toad and Li Zhengde who were lying next to the women's dormitory.
His eyes flickered, looking deeply at the toad man who was torn in half, and then walked forward leisurely.
When he walked to the side of Gambling Saint, his corpse leaned forward and his skull was crushed. He was also killed by a sneak attack from behind. He was very good at sneak attacks. When he looked at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, he was surprised again.
There was no damage to the bodies of these people. It was as if their souls had been wiped out by someone. There was no fire master's means. He was indeed not a fire master.
"Reporting to the deacon, all the militants in the sand quarry have been wiped out, a total of thirty-eight people. We found a bomb room in the east.
The drug warehouse contains dozens of kilograms of drugs and twenty boxes of banknotes. Abducted men and women were found in the dormitory area. Currently, they are under control and are checking whether there are enemies mixed in. "
Scout Wang Xiaoer returned with a rifle and reported loudly.
Anne, his expression was joyful and excited. The drug chaser nodded with satisfaction and asked: "Where is the deacon of Sanqing Daozu?"
Wang Xiaoer's excited expression suddenly froze, and he lowered his voice and said: "He is searching for money from the sand quarry."
The drug chaser was stunned and said angrily: "The stolen money will be confiscated."
Wang Xiaogong shrank and said, "I don't dare to go to you."
The drug chaser thought for a while and found that he didn't dare, and his face twitched. When he summoned up the courage, relying on the swordsman's obsession with discipline, he strode towards the ammunition warehouse, only to find that Sanqing Daozu had left, and the money in the warehouse was Empty in one wash.
In the mountain forest to the west of the sand quarry, Zhang Yuanqing was wearing windbreaker gloves and whipped up strong winds that bent the tree trunks. He saw Xie Lingxi and the others from a distance.
He landed immediately, put away his gloves, and snapped his fingers to escape to them.
"Mr. Yuanshi, this should be where Pluto sleeps. We found many animal corpses in this area. They died collectively and were rotting and smelly, which coincides with the time when Pluto slept." Annie said.
"We need to locate where Pluto is sleeping," Zhang Yuanqing said.
Anne immediately said: "According to preliminary surveys, the influence of Pluto's sleep reaches a radius of five hundred meters. We can measure it based on the animal corpses and then calculate the center of the circle."
"Go and do it immediately!" Zhang Wuqing.
None of the three women moved!
"What is the problem?"
"We forgot how to calculate the center of a circle."
"It's understandable that Anne and the Queen forgot. After all, they are old. Xie Lingxi, what's the matter with you? You are a jk in high school."
"Brother Yuanshi, you are a scumbag."
"It's because you haven't studied at all. Anyway, you are a spiritual practitioner. My family is rich and powerful. Studying and working hard is the first thing for a grassroots like me. You just need to lie down. They are a bunch of trash and it has to be solved by a top student like me." As Zhang Yuanqing spoke, he turned his back to everyone and quietly took out his mobile phone to search for a way to find the center of a circle!
"Brother Yuanshi, what are you doing?"
"The drug chaser sent me a message." After a while, Zhang Yuanqing quickly found the center of the circle.
The center of the circle was among the weeds and bushes, about ten meters below some pine trees. Zhang Yuanqing paced back and forth under the trees, looking down.
"Brother Yuanshi, I don't think your method is very good. Even if the DNA is left, it must be degraded." Xie Lingxi felt that she should show the common sense of a high school student.
"I know." Zhang Yuanqing continued to search. "Normal DNA can degrade, but hair does not degrade that fast. It will not happen in three days. "Unless he doesn't lose his hair!"
It makes sense, Xie Lingxi was convinced.
After all, spiritual practitioners will lose their hair even when they sleep, and she often loses it.
After a while, Zhang Yuanqing, who did not find any human hair, sighed: "Well, he doesn't have hair loss, so we can only use the stupidest method."
"Then we can only use the stupidest way." He took out the purple thunder hammer, switched to buckler mode and started tinkering.
"Four stupidest ways?" Annie was puzzled by his behavior.
"He slept here, so this dirt must be contaminated with his breath. I want to take it back. When I use stargazing, they will give me revelations. This dirt is the only item related to Pluto." Zhang Yuanqing explained.
Anne's beautiful eyes sparkled and she said happily: "With all this soil, can we find him?"
"Absolutely, no, but we should be able to determine the general direction. Then we will conduct a blanket search, but we have to wait until he falls asleep. Otherwise, the blanket search will only alert the enemy." Zhang Yuanqing said a lot. He scraped the land and collected dozens of pounds. Take away the soft and moist soil with Little Red Riding Hood.
In the next half day, Zhang Yuanqing wiped out the two psychics' memories of uprooting the spiritual realm criminals in another stronghold and killing them on the spot, leaving no one behind.
Based on the memory of the psychic at that stronghold, he followed the clues and found
One stronghold, after clearing that stronghold, rushed to the next one without stopping. This cycle was repeated three times, and a total of six strongholds were wiped out. The Psionics Society's stronghold was installed in Nanming City, and almost all were eradicated in one day.
Only the stronghold where the master was sitting did not dare to go. When the last stronghold was unplugged, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
The advantage of the thunder tactic is that others have no chance to spread the news to the master's stronghold. In the memory obtained by Zhang Yuanqing, the psychic will meet at each stronghold and contact him once at nine o'clock every morning to report safety.
Their first action today was at 10:30, and all the strongholds had been removed at 3 in the morning. When the master reacted in the morning, he had become an isolated and helpless village.
Not only does this tactic require a crushing advantage, but it also requires a Night Walker to do it, and other professions cannot do it.
And even for a star official, swallowing so many spiritual bodies in one day would cause a huge mental burden.
Zhang Yuanqing is different, he is half pure Yang.
The lights in the canteen of the Public Security Department are bright, and all the staff of the Nanming branch are placing delicacies on a long dining table, including fish and snail noodle with beer, vinegar-blooded duck, and field snail brew. Fang Xingzhe and civilian staff from Guancheng are sitting at the table, each Everyone has smiles on their faces and lights in their eyes.
Recalling the situation at noon and night today, they still felt as if they were falling into the clouds, as if they were in a dream, and it was unbelievable.
The operatives witnessed with their own eyes the eradication of a stronghold and the killing of criminals one after another. Their admiration for Deacon Sanqingzu was beyond words, and they wished that the drug chasers would step down and give him the position of branch director.
The clerks sitting in the office have a different mood, and they completely listen to myths.
In the morning, Xuehaiwuya excitedly shouted "Fang's sand quarry will be wiped out", and the whole audience cheered. They immediately notified the security guards step by step to clean up the corpses and rescue the innocent people who were abducted and trafficked.
But when the strongholds were removed one after another, the clerks in the office were dumbfounded. They once thought that Cheng Shao Xuehai Wuya was talking in his sleep and was suffering from hysteria.
The female assistant even called the drug-chasing deacon specifically for confirmation.
It's like a dream, yes, it's a dream.
In the past, the Qinghe branch sent deacons who came to inspect the work, and there were many ambitious ones. However, it was not easy to find the stronghold of the Psionics Association. The stronghold was changed frequently, ranging from two to three years to a few months. It was difficult to check and easy to be ambushed. After a few times, the deacons became lazy.
The members of the Nanming branch also went from disappointment to numbness and no longer had expectations. They left Nanming City with conditions, but stuck to it without conditions.
Finally, the headquarters sent a ridiculously powerful senior deacon to clear out the power points of the Psionics Society that had been causing trouble for many years. Even if they would eventually come back, there would be at least a stable period for more than a year.
The cheers in the office lasted from morning to evening. Everyone was very motivated and actively contacted the local public security bureaus to arrange the aftermath work in an orderly manner. Because the action team did not eat at noon, they therefore stayed at the computer desk and did not go to the canteen. They had a quick dinner. After a few bites, Zhan quickly decided to take care of the contact matters, and by now he was very hungry.
But no one moved their chopsticks and turned their attention to the drug chaser. The drug chaser stood up silently. His stern face melted like ice and snow, revealing a smile that was rare in the eyes of everyone in the branch. He raised his glass and said, "We have a great victory today. The Dacheng family welcomes Sanqing Daozu to speak."
Everyone looked at Sanqing Daozu!
This ordinary but charming butler.
