As the country's only violent law enforcement department that handles cultivator incidents, although it is unknown to the public, this does not hinder the Secret Service's transcendent status in the country.
What is reflected in this small Fengcheng city is that no matter how arrogant these wealthy and powerful aristocratic families are, they dare not offend the Special Intelligence Bureau - even just one branch.
However, it is limited to "not daring to offend".
Whether it is the Nan family, which controls Fengcheng's economic lifeline on the surface, or the Huo family, which is doing dirty business behind the scenes, as well as those families with a little power and wealth, they are not afraid of the secret service.
If the size and overall strength of the Secret Service can be compared to that of several aristocratic families, the Secret Service has far more jurisdiction than them.
Investigate the case here, allocate some people, arrest the prisoners there, send out a few elites; escort important materials or personnel here, transfer a few experts, call in a few teams where stability is needed...
There simply aren't enough manpower.
Compared with aristocratic families who have no profit and are still somewhat reverent of the country's laws, the rampant gangs and various underground forces are more likely to cause social unrest. Therefore, the limited manpower of the Special Intelligence Bureau often gives priority to solving such problems, thus turning a blind eye to some small actions of the family.
And the family will not easily touch the bottom line of the Secret Service. Otherwise, they will be really offended. They really can't deal with the huge team that the Secret Service is determined to take back to deal with them alone.
Absolute force value and a high degree of execution can make people completely put away their unwanted thoughts. Otherwise, the calm in front of them is just the product of checks and balances, a dormant period for beasts waiting for opportunities.
In today's situation, what the Secret Service is facing is obviously the latter.
Otherwise, after the death of Professor Lin, what will greet these culprits will be the violent revenge of the Secret Service, instead of twenty years of swallowing their anger. Even if they look back and analyze, everyone will sigh with regret if they had paid more attention to Lin Liqin's research. project, and if the research results are implemented, the Secret Service may have already undergone earth-shaking transformation.
Meng Jie'an has always been aware of this. Considering the overall strength of the Secret Service branch, including his own, he has a sufficient understanding of the positioning of the Secret Service branch in Fengcheng.
So when Xu Wenbo, the most capable person in the Huo family, came with a team of men to pursue him, Meng Jie'an's first reaction was to take Professor Yu and the two of them to escape to a safe place.
beat? That is impossible. Only he and Dong Jie were present, no matter how brave they were, it was just two more heads.
As for where to escape, that is also a question. He had already taken out his walkie-talkie and was about to call Yang He.
If Yang He could point him in the direction of other teams, he would go to other duty teams for support; if the higher-ups were determined to get rid of the Huo family at all costs, he would lead them to the base; if not, he would He and Dong Jie try to delay as much time as possible until they can no longer escape, and then they fight to the end.
No choice anymore.
When the man named Nan Botu saw them, he put down Yu Huisheng from his back and pushed him in front of him. Meng Jie'an knew that the other party had discovered his identity. However, as a member of the Nan family, no matter how marginalized they are, there are always some sources of information, so it doesn't seem to be too surprising to recognize them.
But at this time, he just thought that the other party was tired from running and needed their help, so he quickly asked Dong Jie, who was standing closer, to reach out to support the staggering Yu Huisheng.
Unexpectedly, the man turned his head, picked up the sword and folded it back.
"Hey, hey! Wait wait, what are you going to do?!"
Not to mention him, even Dong Jie, who was used to making jokes and doing things more than brains, was shocked.
There were fourteen people across from him, and one of them was Xu Wenbo, who was famous for his bravery and cruelty!
Even if they are equally powerful, no one would want to face such a person head-on!
Of course, he couldn't stop "Namboto" who had already decided to go. Does this mean that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers? Meng Jie'an thought.
"My little darling, do you want to die? What should we do? How about we take the opportunity to run away first?"
Obviously Dong Jie thinks so too.
"What a joke! How can you leave him here alone! These people know how to kill!"
After hearing this, Yu Huisheng immediately started struggling.
"If you want to leave, just leave! I'll stay!"
"Hey! Stubborn old man, why wouldn't you be more of a hindrance if you stay alone..."
Meng Jie'an, who had just finished sending messages to Yang He, interrupted Dong Jie's complaint:
"Don't think about it, we don't have a chance to escape. Do you expect Namboto to fight fourteen by himself?"
"Uh... yes. What did the captain say?"
Dong Jie awkwardly tugged at Yu Huisheng's clothes and pulled him behind him. Seeing the enemy about to rush over, he asked in a low voice.
"The others are still ten minutes away. He will also come in person. Until then, stay tight."
"...Okay. This will happen one day, right?"
Dong Jie sighed, rubbed his palms, and took a step forward.
"Old rules, I attack and you defend?"
The two of them had already squared off. However, before Meng Jie'an could answer, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could already be heard in the turbid rain curtain.
Then came the second sound. The third sound. The fourth tone.
A completely unexpected scene.
"Wow?"
Dong Jie couldn't help but whisper softly. And Meng Jie'an also subconsciously touched the frames that did not exist after replacing the contact lenses:
"The captain said that he should have a certain ability to protect himself... I-definitely?"
Surprised, but not incomprehensible. Nambotu dared to come to Yu Huisheng alone, so he naturally had some means of self-protection.
Whether Xu Wenbo can be held back is the key to the problem.
But soon they had no time to think about it. Xu Wenbo personally met Nan Botu, and the remaining eight or nine people naturally freed their hands to attack them.
They would not be afraid of fighting these "little soldiers", but it would not be an easy task to protect Yu Huisheng from any harm.
After just a few moves, the scene was already in chaos. Meng Jie'an was distracted from time to time to pay attention to Xu Wenbo's movements, but unexpectedly discovered that Xu Wenbo could actually fight Nan Botu "back and forth".
He had great doubts in his heart, but he really didn't have the energy to watch the fight between the two in more detail.
Until a sudden black shadow passed before my eyes.
Until large swaths of sword rain fell.
Until the sound of gold and iron clashing lingered in my ears.
Everyone's movements slowed down, and they couldn't help but turn their attention to another battlefield - that battle that they could not intervene in was the key to victory or defeat.
And the little stalemate here is nothing but inconsequential.
However, the situation of the war suddenly changed.
The first person to notice Xu Wenbo's strange behavior was Dong Jie. He had just kicked away a cultivator who had been knocked unconscious by him. He shook his hand, which was still aching from the iron rod, when he saw Xu Wenbo rushing in this direction.
He couldn't even react. Because the Xu Wenbo that the Secret Service knows is such a conceited and arrogant person, he will never give up provoking his opponents and suddenly turn to other battlefields.
It's not purely arrogant, but he does have the ability to be arrogant. He can always defeat all the enemy's tricks with an absolute advantage, and use the most brutal means to play with his prey.
Therefore, there is no need to plan carefully at all, just crush them head-on.
unless……
His capital is useless against his opponents.
But... how is this possible?
However, the heavy truth has already hit him - Xu Wenbo's fist, no matter what it is for, has already arrived in front of him.
At this time, Dong Jie was unable to dodge, but his body still subconsciously blocked. He turned the iron rod held in his right hand toward his forearm, crossed his arms, and moved forward to protect his chest.
However, how could this punch filled with true energy be resisted by an iron rod and human arms?
Bang——!
Dong Jie could even hear the sound of his own bones cracking, and then huge pain swept over him. He gritted his teeth and stumbled back two steps, finally controlling his center of gravity and not falling directly to the ground.
The difference between the seventh-grade peak and the sixth-grade peak has been fully reflected.
However, Xu Wenbo's focus is not on Dong Jie. He didn't even stop to determine whether Dong Jie had lost his fighting ability, but continued to rush towards Yu Huisheng in a rampant manner.
What stood between the two was not only him, not only Meng Jie'an who turned around in a hurry, but also the men brought by Xu Wenbo himself. However, Xu Wenbo turned a blind eye to this. Even though those people had already fled out of the way when they saw Xu Wenbo's figure, Xu Wenbo's heavy palms and impacts still did not soften the hand of the people blocking the road.
The posture is just like the melee in a black market boxing championship match, where Xu Wenbo won the championship with one against a hundred.
Brutal, violent, and unscrupulous.
The wailings that came one after another for a while seemed to be a little more intense than when Nanbutu took action just now.
If you say you're not scared, you're definitely lying; but if you say you're scared, it doesn't seem to be true. The mission they shouldered has made them forget the strength of their opponents and their own weakness, driving them forward, even if they only have a flesh and blood body as a bargaining chip.
Even if it's just a moment of courage, it's enough.
Because everything is just between lightning and flint.
call out--!
It was Xie Mingming who took the initiative to react first. A specially made bullet spun at high speed and flew towards Xu Wenbo's temple from a distance. But its trajectory was not hidden from his target.
Xu Wenbo's eyes widened with anger, he gathered his true energy in his left hand, and actually shot away the spinning bullet, and followed the trajectory of the bullet to look at the tall buildings in the distance.
Xie Mingming just spat lightly. She is not a cultivator herself, and this special bullet causes armor-breaking infuriating damage through the runes on the shell, but it can only be effective when the cultivator is unprepared. Originally, she didn't expect to injure Xu Wenbo, so her move to hinder the other party was considered a success.
She made a quick decision and emptied the remaining ammunition in the gun box, then pulled Nie Tianyao and quickly left the teahouse and moved to another high ground.
On the other side, Xu Wenbo was indeed slightly hindered by these bullets, so that Meng Jie'an had time to retreat and meet him.
Of course, compared with Dong Jie, Meng Jie'an's luck is better. Being mentally prepared, he dodged Xu Wenbo's first punch and would not be as embarrassed as Dong Jie just now.
But then he was still powerless.
His weapon is a collection of armor shields and small firearms. This equipment, which is a mixture of technology and Qi principles, is extremely powerful in terms of both lethality and defense. But for the sake of portability in his usual missions, he would not bring the most powerful and heaviest set of equipment, but a minimalist version.
It is more than enough to deal with opponents of the same level as him, even enemies of lower levels. But to deal with Xu Wenbo is to scratch the enemy while hiding in a thin iron box.
No chance of winning.
The moment the bullets in the armor flew out, all I heard was——
Thump - click!
The armor that suffered a powerful attack from the front was quickly dented by the iron fist, leaving four holes dug by the punch.
Xu Wenbo, on the other hand, seemed to be unscathed.
Meng Jie'an could only try to gather his true energy to his chest to offset the aftermath of the attack as much as possible.
This punch was blocked by the armor, but what about the next punch?
He suddenly saw a figure emerging from behind Xu Wenbo.
That's not Dong Jie.
The man raised a huge object with no expression on his face and hit Xu Wenbo on the back of the head.
It was the bicycle parked aside by Nambotu earlier.
Clang——
Ordinary iron tools could not shake Xu Wenbo's defense, let alone a bicycle that was just a heavy object without edges and corners.
The bicycle's steel frame had been broken and deformed, but Xu Wenbo's torso didn't even sway at all.
His movements only paused for a moment.
But just this moment was enough for Meng Jie'an to escape.
Xu Wenbo still didn't look back. He knew very well that he could no longer fall into the same anxious and disadvantaged head-to-head confrontation as before. He needs hostages and needs to pinch his opponent's weakness. Turning around now is like wasting all your previous efforts.
And as long as he insists on targeting Yu Huisheng, the passive side who must give up his offensive advantage and choose defense becomes Ling Yao.
call--
Ling Yao pressed the broken bicycle body on Xu Wenbo's shoulder with his left hand, used the force to flip up in the air, and jumped in front of Xu Wenbo.
Xu Wenbo seemed to have predicted it, and he arched his back and gathered strength; when Ling Yao was hanging in the air and unable to exert force, he punched out, aiming directly at his head!
However, he did not see the slightest trace of panic or fear in Ling Yao's eyes. What collided with the fist and thrust was not Ling Yao's nose and eyes, but the shadow of a sword at the right time.
A tooth-breaking friction sound resounded between the sword and the sword, but Xu Wenbo's punch became Ling Yao's last point of strength before landing, allowing him to bring the bicycle in his right hand in front of him.
The inferior iron sword quickly broke and flew away, but that was to be expected. Thanks to this block, Ling Yao had stabilized his body, put the bicycle in front of him, and blocked Xu Wenbo's forward attack.
But Xu Wenbo didn’t give up there. The right fist is strong and the left fist is ready to go. Although this punch is not as penetrating as the hand stab, it is more powerful in pushing. Even though the frame of the car was consistent, Ling Yao was still forced to retreat by the impact, almost hitting Yu Huisheng all the way.
"Take him away! Teacher, run towards them!"
Hearing Ling Yao's hurried shouting, Yu Huisheng hurriedly stepped forward, but it seemed that he was frightened and tired. He just moved a few steps from the telephone pole to the corner, and then his legs were so weak that he fell to the ground.
Even if an old man is immersed in scientific research, even if he is mentally prepared, he will never have the opportunity to see such a scene with his own eyes. Being able to escape all the way from Haitang Park to the old city was his limit.
Fortunately, Ling Yao quickly grasped the crossbar with both hands and came to Yu Huisheng. He finally stopped his retreat and steadied his steps without touching Yu Huisheng.
It's just that it's no longer possible to retreat, but it's also difficult to advance. Not to mention that there is not much room behind him to release and accumulate power, even Xu Wenbo would not give him this opportunity.
His left fist was still pressed against the bicycle, and with the handthorn in his right fist, he passed directly through the gap in the steel frame and hit Ling Yao's heart!
Ling Yao squinted his eyes and just leaned forward slightly; at the same time, he stepped on and hooked his right foot, causing the sword on the ground to flip up in the air, freeing his right hand to hold the hilt; his torso actually refused to give way at all, and instead swung it. With his right arm, he brought the sword and slashed at Xu Wenbo's neck artery.
puff.
Xu Wenbo moved one step faster, and the hand thorn penetrated deeply into Ling Yao's shoulder blade, revealing a sharp blade. Large swaths of blood instantly emerged from under his gray sweater, which was horrifying to see.
But Ling Yao's movements didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. The thin sword blade was wrapped in the hunting sword energy, and every inch closer to Xu Wenbo's neck seemed to have a layer of fine needles pricking his skin.
Xu Wenbo felt a chill running down his spine and his blood was flowing backwards. He subconsciously loosened the prick on his right hand and took half a step back.
The silver-purple Qi seems to have a paralyzing effect. Just for a moment, the sword blade had already broken through his defense and cut into his shoulder. And he didn't even mobilize his zhenqi to resist, but he saw a bone-deep wound appear on his shoulder, and the sword edge was even extending towards his chest.
"ha--!!"
Xu Wenbo roared and mobilized all the energy in his body to converge on the wound, intending to block the sword from breaking into the flesh.
The true energy on the sword's edge quickly dissipated and disappeared, turning back into an ordinary fake sword. Seeing this, Xu Wenbo finally used his true energy to break it, releasing the highest level of defense.
However, when he resumed his thinking, he was shocked and furious by the situation in front of him.
The original momentum of pursuing victory was shattered by Ling Yao's strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries. It was not even clear who was injured more seriously.
However, what made Xu Wenbo feel even more inconsistent was Ling Yao's eyes.
Those eyes were so calm from beginning to end - no fear, timidity, hesitation; no anger, excitement, excitement.
Everything was expected and under control, even the bleeding wounds on his body.
The only thing there is is compassion, and the contempt for the enemy that is implicit behind the compassion.
Like a "judge".
This dazzled Xu Wenbo more than any other emotion.
He can accept an enemy who is more powerful, more skillful, and more tenacious than himself, but he cannot accept an opponent who looks down on him on a spiritual level.
Because people always know themselves best. Physical strength is what Xu Wenbo can strive for, but spiritual nobility is something he can never possess. No, let alone noble. If we list the things he has done and the people he has killed, perhaps he does not deserve to be called a "person" in this society.
He cannot, dare not, accept any "trial".
He became angry with shame and his anger was evident in his face. He vowed in his heart to kill the enemy in front of him.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the thorn that had been immersed in the enemy's flesh again.
What else can this guy use to block next? Broken bike rack? Only half of the hilt left? Or those swords that are so far away?
His enemy had no weapons.
So he can definitely...
"call……"
The moment his right hand grasped the handle of the thorn again, he heard a long sigh of relief,
"it is finally over."
His enemies seemed to have given up resistance.
Isn't this a matter of course? This guy should be at the end of his rope long ago.
But at the same time, a huge sense of crisis arose in his heart.
Sizzle...
It was this familiar voice again that suddenly made Xu Wenbo's hair stand on end. He struggled to hold the handle and pressed down hard.
However, this doesn't make sense.
He saw a silver-purple light rising from the ground, heard a clattering sound like the pulling of an iron chain, and felt an instant paralysis in his torso and limbs.
The shadow of a huge sword was locked on his shoulder, and dense chains of true energy bound his body; and those swords that were bent, broken, or broken became anchor points everywhere, holding him tightly. Fastened firmly to the ground.
The entire scene is like a flick of fluorescent paint being wiped and dragged out under a rain curtain.
He began to struggle and growl. But he saw Ling Yao expressionlessly slapping away his immobile right hand, turning a blind eye to his ferocious expression, turning his head to glance at Yu Huisheng behind him, and then walked behind him.
