Fang Zong wasn't particularly moved when he looked at Bai Su earlier.

Although with his keen eyesight he could tell that Bai Su was an absolutely stunning beauty beneath her large black-rimmed glasses and her long, messy hair, he had seen too many beautiful women to be immune to this.

However, at this moment, Bai Su spun around and fell to the ground. When she raised her head, the confusion, bewilderment, despair, and sadness in her eyes made him feel a little sorry for her.

She was a very pure woman; every glance she gave was so pure it made your heart ache.

It's a feeling that even if you get fooled, with such great acting skills, you'd be willing to be fooled!

"This woman doesn't seem like an eighty-year-old monster. Instead, she seems like a homebody who's been attacked for no reason and is completely bewildered." Fang Zong glanced at Gu Zizai, who was starting to grit his teeth, and slowly drew Zhan Yue.

Gu Zizai shook his head. Compared to Bai Su's life or death, he cared more about Gongsun Ke, the mastermind behind this operation.

Gongsun Ke disappointed him again. He didn't spend time and energy to continue the investigation, and simply used a seemingly reasonable death certificate from the county hospital to decide Bai Su's fate.

He was well aware of Gongsun Ke's thoughts, which were driven by short-sightedness and a desire to kill monsters to gain merit!

“Hoo…” Gu Zizai slowly exhaled the turbid air and argued, “But Bai Su is not an ordinary woman either. That shot was aimed directly at her forehead. I didn’t see how she dodged it and it only hit her chest. But an ordinary woman couldn’t do that, right?”

Fang Zong nodded in agreement.

Gu Zizai didn't see how Bai Su did it, but he did see it clearly.

Just as the bullet was about to hit him, Bai Su's waist swayed like a seductive snake, instantly captivating his gaze, before he was shot in the chest.

However, her movements were too stiff. Fang Zong had observed Bai Su's speed just now and thought she should have been able to dodge it.

He continued to observe and found that Bai Su was coughing up blood, her head drooping, but she was still stubborn, desperately waving out streams of water.

Then he was stunned.

The water curtain clearly contained a good amount of energy, but it was extremely scattered, like using it to water flowers or extinguish a cigarette butt—it was completely useless.

Is someone who wastes so much energy and doesn't even know how to use his power really an old monster who was a 'technique' level expert eighty years ago?

Even if she is, what social harm does she pose?

Fang Zong decisively shouted, "Order the snipers to stop!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Zizai's face fell, and he spread his hands, saying, "I brought equipment; they can hear us over there."

Can you hear me? What does that mean?

Fang Zong instantly realized that Gongsun Ke was trying to oppose him because he wanted to protect Bai Su. He immediately rushed forward, not walking, but running to the edge of the tall building and crashing into it.

The sixth-level technique's derailment impact was very fast and the distance was short; Fang Zong arrived above Bai Su in an instant.

Standing on high ground, Fang Zong could see the sunlight reflecting off many places around him, indicating that it was no longer just one shot, but a full twenty sniper rifles firing at the same time!

The sniper was fully equipped and fired silently without a flash, but Fang Zong could feel an urgent sense of crisis rapidly approaching!

"You scoundrel! You give out terrible orders, treat human life like dirt, and can't distinguish between good and evil!"

Fang Zong roared angrily, his body suddenly sank, making a sharp 90-degree turn and crashing down on the ground a second time.

At the same time, he thrust the knife into his hands, with the blades pointing downwards, creating a series of vertical silhouettes that fiercely pierced the ground.

"Bang!"

The impact was terrifying, shattering the ground and sending up billowing dust. But everyone high above noticed that the dust was swept up by the gale, transforming into countless blades of smoke that sliced ​​through the bullets, sending up streaks of cold light.

Fang Zong stood in the center of the hurricane, his eyes gleaming, surveying all directions.

He treated bullets as nothing!

"Hiss..." Even the well-trained snipers gasped.

What's going on? Wasn't this guy supposed to be a support-type general? What kind of bullshit support-type general is this?

He can even deflect bullets with a tornado of sword light. He's the greatest warrior among warriors, the golden god of war among gods of war!

High up on the building, Gu Zizai looked at Fang Zong with a face full of ecstatic joy, as if he were looking at his most beloved treasure: "Excellent! Excellent! The young man has just come of age, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a jade-like face and broad shoulders; at that time, the world was in great chaos, and dust and sand shook the land for thousands of miles! Eighty thousand flying eagles cried out for him, and three thousand rocs trembled in fear; the dragon was born and the heavens were shocked, and the wind changed and the clouds were gloomy!"

He laughed loudly, "What a hurricane war god! Who said he was just a support-type general? He is the next generation's war god of our North China Branch, without exception!"

Fang Zong was also very satisfied with the effect of the hurricane. He coldly swept his eyes over the snipers' scattered positions and mouthed, "Anyone who fires again, they're all dead!"

Next, we need to check Bai Su's injuries.

It's not just a matter of checking the injuries and temporarily sparing the life; we also need to continue the investigation, ask for statements, and treat those who confess leniently and those who resist severely.

Of course, if being honest isn't a good thing, then cut it off completely.

Thinking this, Fang Zong reached out to grab Bai Su's body. It was just a gunshot wound; it should be easy to stitch up.

But Bai Su suddenly moved. As if someone was protecting her, she relaxed and lowered her head. Then Fang Zong saw a blurry figure stand up from Bai Su's body.

It also has a white appearance, but it is somewhat transparent, like a ghost, but without any ghostly or yin energy.

"What's going on?" Fang Zong was shocked and instinctively stretched out a finger to press against the forehead of the illusory figure.

The phantom could not move forward and remained stuck there.

"Who can explain what's going on?" Fang Zong shouted.

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