In the basement hall, the dim incandescent lights overhead made a hissing sound, and an old-fashioned record player played music.
In the middle of the hall, there were four complete corpses, and the scene looked a little breathtaking.
However, the people present, whether it was Zhang Zhiwei and his party, Li Shuwen, or the people in this stronghold, had all experienced big scenes, and did not care about it, and were even talking and laughing.
"What kind of music is this? Is it so good?" Lu Jin asked.
Recently, he has been actively following his idols and has learned a lot of inexplicable but interesting new words.
"It seems to be Maozi's music!" Lu Ci said.
“This is Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake!”
The person in charge of this stronghold, an adjutant of Zhang Dashuai explained:
"This place was once a church built by Mao Zi, and most of the things inside were also Mao Zi's. After we occupied this place, we found that many of the things Mao Zi left behind were very useful, so we continued to use it."
"If you want to change music, you can tell me, there are some vinyl records here."
"By the way, if you want to drink, you can. There are several large boxes of vodka in the storage room. Although it doesn't taste very good, it can satisfy your craving occasionally."
"Really? You can try it later!" Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the four corpses in the middle of the hall and said, "By the way, what are these corpses for? They look weird!"
The reason why it is strange is not that there is anything wrong with the corpse itself.
But the images of these four corpses actually matched the four of them.
One of the corpses was tall and straight, nearly two meters tall, similar in stature to him.
There was also a corpse of a short, fat middle-aged man with a big belly, a fat head and big ears, and the hair on the top of his head was missing. He was from the Mediterranean. He looked a bit wretched, but at first glance, he was inexplicably reminded of the fat man Wang Ai.
The other two corpses were more than 1.7 meters tall, with well-proportioned and strong figures. They looked ordinary, but when compared with the first two corpses, it was easy to think of Lu Jin and Lu Ci.
"You're talking about this!" the adjutant said: "These four corpses are all Cheka agents who have been lurking here for many years. They were killed by Uncle Li Shuwen before. They were specially used to hide their identities for you. Their names are Vic. Do, Andrei, Boris, Anton.”
As he spoke, the adjutant pointed to the tallest of the four corpses, then pointed to Zhang Zhiwei, and said:
"The name of this corpse is Victor. He is the tallest. In terms of physical size, he is very suitable for you."
Then, he pointed to the body of the fat, bald middle-aged man with a big belly, turned to Wang Ai and said:
"This is Boris. His fake identity is a businessman. He is lurking in Bincheng. He often invests in some Japanese companies in Bincheng and bribes some high-level Japanese pirates to collect information. Although this person is a few rounds older than you, fortunately They are similar in body shape, so you can make do with it!"
"As for the other two corpses, they are quite satisfactory!" the adjutant said to Lu Jin and Lu Ci, "You two can choose for yourselves!"
After hearing what the adjutant said, Zhang Zhiwei was not too surprised. When he raised this question, he had some suspicions in his heart.
However, Wang Ai had a different view on this: "Are you mistaken? This middle-aged man who looks very wretched, how does he look like me?!"
In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Wang Ai even lay down on the ground, side by side with the body of the short, fat middle-aged man.
When everyone saw it, they immediately called him a good guy. He was just like him before, but now when he was lying down and comparing them, everyone said in their hearts that he looked old at first sight.
Zhang Zhiwei also agrees with this. Well, they are indeed similar. If they weren't bald, they would be more similar.
"Does this body look like me?" he asked.
"Like!" everyone said in unison.
"Really?" Wang Ai didn't believe it.
"Yes, it's just that you're still a little young!" everyone continued.
Wang Ai turned to look at the corpse, his expression changed, then he turned his head again and said stubbornly: "This doesn't look like it at all!"
"You say he doesn't look like him?" Everyone said, "Take a closer look!"
Wang Ai stared for a while longer, until he became a little suspicious, and said angrily: "It doesn't look like it, it doesn't fucking look like it at all!"
"It doesn't matter whether it looks like it or not. Anyway, from now on, my name is Victor, Fatty, and you will be called Boris. Brother Lu, your name will be Andre. Erbi, your name will be Anton. We have an agreement." Agent Carter’s identity is confirmed!”
Zhang Zhiwei confirmed the matter with a wave of his hand.
When Zhang Zhiwei spoke, Lu Ci and Lu Jin, who had no objections in the first place, naturally accepted it happily, while Wang Ai, who had the biggest objection, pursed his lips and accepted the advice.
In fact, the reason why he was a little angry was because he felt a bit like it, but he definitely couldn't admit it.
Wang Ai always remembered that his great-grandfather and his father had said that it was a blessing for him to be so fat when he was still young. When he grew up and his body became thinner, he would become handsome and handsome.
Therefore, he always believed that even if he was not as good as Lu Jin and Lu Ci in the future, he would definitely not be like this fat guy.
"Now that the identities match up, how should we proceed?" Zhang Zhiwei asked Marshal Zhang's adjutant.
The adjutant said: "You don't have to worry about the specifics. In fact, when you stepped into Liaodong, the intelligence personnel from the entire three eastern provinces began to revolve around you. Every move you make is man-made. You take care of the aftermath!”
As he said that, the adjutant looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a faint smile: "You are the treasure of Longhu Mountain. Do you know how many people are secretly working for you this time when you come to Liaodong?"
Hearing this, the four of them were suddenly shocked.
"Have we been discovered since we entered Liaodong?" Lu Jin looked in disbelief.
"In every move, there are people who are kind to us... and deal with the consequences?" Lu Ci was also seriously surprised.
"So, the lie I made up to deceive the grandpa into destroying the demon was actually known to the grandpa, but he didn't expose it?" Wang Ai murmured to himself.
"Your uncle may really not know, because all this was arranged by the Heavenly Master!" the adjutant said with a smile.
"My master arranged it..." Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself. He was not surprised that his master could discover his whereabouts.
Once you enter the Zhengyi Sect and receive the teachings of the Zhengyi Sect, you are connected to the dharma lineage of the Zhengyi Sect. There are Zhengyi people wherever you go, and it is not difficult to find him.
In the plot, after Zhang Huaiyi caused the Jiashen Rebellion, he was hidden deep. All the sects and factions were looking for him, but they couldn't find him. However, only two people from the Tianshi Mansion went down the mountain and found him.
Later, the reason why Zhang Huaiyi was able to hide for so many years was just not to look for him. If he really wanted to look for him, he would be found in minutes.
But what Zhang Zhiwei is confused about is, does Tianshi Mansion have such great energy?
Also, who can follow me all the way and take care of the consequences for me, but I can't even find out!
And... Zhang Zhiwei looked at the adjutant in front of him, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
How did a mere adjutant know something that the old man of the Wang family didn't know, and yet he said so lightly that he mobilized intelligence personnel from the entire three provinces...
Who does he think he is?
Let alone an adjutant, not even Marshal Zhang himself has this ability.
Not only that, this adjutant feels a bit strange, with a feeling of being light and unrealistic.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei had a thought in his mind, stared at the other person, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and activated the ability of the divine eye.
Then he was surprised to find that the adjutant in front of him was very empty.
That's right, it's very empty, literally empty.
The adjutant gave Zhang Zhiwei the feeling that there was Qi flowing in his body, but the flow was very erratic, with no fixed route, just like a pool of running water.
This is undoubtedly abnormal.
Strangers, whether they are born or acquired, have a set trajectory of Qi, and they cannot be so random.
Unless he's not human.
At this thought, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand without warning and slapped the adjutant on the forehead.
This slap stunned the adjutant and the others.
"Senior Brother Zhang, you...what are you doing?"
Lu Jin didn't understand why Zhang Zhiwei suddenly wanted to hit the adjutant in front of him who seemed so talkative and greeted them warmly.
But Lu Ci was very straightforward, his Ruyi Jin was running, his body was filled with purple energy, and he looked murderous. No matter what, he would stand by Zhang Zhiwei.
Li Shuwen folded his hands and sat on the chair with a golden sword, watching the scene quietly.
Wang Ai, on the other hand, was more tactful and pointed at the adjutant and shouted:
"Look, look, it's not a human being!"
Everyone looked around quickly.
I saw that the adjutant's head was slightly deflated by Zhang Zhiwei's slap, just like a deflated inflatable doll.
"What's going on?" Several people were confused.
And Zhang Zhiwei's slap just now seemed to have angered the adjutant.
His face was distorted, and he roared, swinging his arm like a whip, and lashed towards Zhang Zhiwei with a sound of breaking through the air.
Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, grabbed the adjutant's hand lightly, then pointed it into a sword, and with a touch of golden light on his fingertips, he slashed down from the adjutant's forehead.
"Puch!"
The adjutant's head was split open by the golden light, and instantly shriveled up like a punctured balloon.
It turned out that this adjutant had no bones, internal organs or flesh and blood, and was only supported by a stream of Qi under a layer of skin.
The human skin was punctured, and the Qi inside immediately flew out.
Without the support of Qi, the human skin shriveled up and turned into a complete human skin.
The human skin was spread on the ground like a piece of clothing. The eyes, hair, mouth and nose were intact, and it looked terrifying from behind.
"Painted skin?"
"How is this going?"
Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others were immediately startled. They looked at Li Shuwen, who was sitting next to the old god, and wanted to know what was going on.
Li Shuwen squinted his eyes and sat there as if he was falling asleep.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't look at Li Shuwen. He looked towards a dark corner in the basement that couldn't be illuminated by incandescent lamps.
There was a locker there, and on the locker, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, a robe, and disheveled hair was lying there, holding a red wine gourd in his hand.
Just now, after the human skin was punctured, the Qi inside returned to the person's body.
"What a powerful hiding method, but even I didn't notice it!"
Zhang Zhiwei praised him. He had already guessed who the visitor was. No wonder he had so much energy to mobilize intelligence personnel from the three provinces.
"You're welcome, little Heavenly Master. I'm just a humble person and good at escaping. I have no other merits. If I really fall into your hands, I'll be done with it in the blink of an eye!"
The middle-aged man shook the gourd and smiled.
(End of chapter)
