On the streets under the cover of night, the sparse streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, making the dark streets seem particularly desolate. There were no vehicles or pedestrians, and it was as silent as another dimension.

Song Qian turned the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, while Zeng Lin sat in the back seat with Cao Nan, his gaze always fixed on the scenery outside the window.

As for Cao Nan, he was slightly tipsy from drinking some alcohol, and with the car moving smoothly and the temperature comfortable, he drifted off to sleep. If someone were to observe closely at this moment, they would surely notice that both Song Qian and Zeng Lin were tense and poised to strike.

With their internal strength and the body-refining power of the energy water, the security team members were all incredibly sharp-eyed and alert. So, when the two cars behind them silently entered from the side road and merged into the main road, following closely behind, the two men spotted them immediately.

"Here it comes." Song Qian chuckled, turned the steering wheel, and veered off the main road into a side road.

Inside the car that was following them, the question arose: "Their car turned a corner. Let's chase after them. Have they made contact over there?"

"We've made the arrangements, and we've almost finished our drinks."

"Okay, you can crash it." Nothing is more logical than dying in a car accident.

"yes."

At a 90-degree bend not far from Cao Nan's residence, a heavy construction truck without license plates, which had been waiting for a long time, started up and drove erratically toward the agreed-upon direction.

“A car is coming from ahead,” Zeng Lin said, his handsome, cold face filled with menacing intent.

These people are incredibly audacious; they dare to kill people so openly!

Car accidents are a common method, but they are also very effective.

Song Qian noticed the change in Zeng Lin's emotions, smiled slightly, took a pair of white gloves from the truck bed and threw them to the back, "The boss said, just cripple him, don't kill him."

He reached for his gloves, put them on, and said, "Try your best. Slow down, I'm going down."

As the car slowed down, the back door opened and closed, and Zeng Lin's tall figure disappeared into the night.

"Everything went smoothly." Song Qian smiled, glanced at the rearview mirror, turned the car around, and entered another side road, easily avoiding the direction the heavy truck was traveling.

Not long after, the sound of screeching brakes came from behind, followed by the ear-piercing crash of the truck hitting something, and then a loud bang and the sound of it overturning. The accident happened as expected, but it seemed to be reaping what it sowed.

Let's go back three minutes.

After getting out of the car, Zeng Lin immediately used the Swift Wind Talisman and ran back the way he came. Within ten seconds, he saw the two cars following behind him.

To conceal their movements, they did not travel fast.

"Hey, someone's rushing towards us!" the driver exclaimed. The person was running towards the headlights at breakneck speed, like a ghost, leaving a blur. Then, "He's on the roof!! Quick! Throw him off!!" another man in the car screamed in terror, his voice cracking.

What's going on? How can it be so fast?! That's not normal speed, and that person is wearing a black mask, it looks really weird!!

With a bang, the driver's side window was smashed. The man in the passenger seat didn't have time to react before his pupils contracted sharply. A dark shadow darted in and then disappeared again, so fast it was almost an illusion. But the person in the driver's seat was slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious, while the accelerator was pressed down hard.

"No..." Just as the man realized what was happening, the truck in front of him had already turned on its high beams and was speeding towards him.

'Bang!'

Because of the angle of view, the car behind didn't even understand what was happening before it caught up with the car in front, 'Bang!!'

Seconds later, a tall, dark figure vanished into the night sky, disappearing without a trace.

On a road about two meters wide, Song Qian was driving leisurely, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror as if waiting for something. When she saw the towering flames in the night sky, her eyes crinkled with laughter. "Wow, another menace has been eliminated."

These people are the kind of people who harm others and themselves.

Bang! A heavy sound rang out as something crashed onto the car roof. Song Qian rolled down the passenger window, and a dark figure nimbly slipped in through the window, sat down, and Zeng Lin's cold, hard face was revealed from under his handkerchief.

"Is it all resolved?"

"Yes, everything went smoothly."

"Okay, I'll speed up. I need to get back for some late-night snacks."

In the courtyard, Yuan Zhuan was engrossed in drawing talismans when suddenly a small black paper figure slipped through a crack in the windowsill and landed smoothly on Yuan Zhuan's table. "Finished?"

"Alright, you can rest now." Yuan Zhuan got up, lit an incense stick, and placed it in the incense burner on the small mahogany table in the corner. He then returned to the table and began drawing talismans.

The new recruits were quite efficient; in less than ten days, the troops had already collected over two thousand defensive and protective talismans. However, compared to the army's massive population, a few thousand talismans were just a drop in the ocean and far from enough. Therefore, she also had to work hard.

"System, aren't you supposed to be high-tech? Do you have a talisman printer?" Yuan Zhuan was getting impatient, thinking about the massive number of talismans the army was producing. He felt like he was about to explode. Even if they worked together for ages, they couldn't produce more than a million talismans. Besides, talismans were disposable items; even if they had hundreds of millions, they could easily use them up in a single day.

"Recharge 10,000 gold coins to unlock the Talisman Printer. You deserve it." The system interface flashed, and a printer radiating colorful light appeared on the screen. Below the printer image, on the gray rectangular block waiting to be unlocked, the words "Recharge" were prominently displayed.

Yuan Zhuan looked at the printer's all-too-familiar appearance and his eyes twitched. "You're quite up-to-date."

"Serve the host!"

"Did you travel back to the 1960s? Why aren't you serving the people?"

"I've been reading a few time-travel novels lately," the system's mechanical voice said, which was quite exciting.

Yuan Zhuan: ...This damn system can even read novels now.

"Do you want to top up?"

"Recharge." Yuan Zhuan blinked, and 10,000 gold coins were gone from his gold coin inventory.

Recalling the first time she opened the system, that infuriating gold coin loan, sure enough, once you have a little money, you get cocky, and she didn't even feel the pain.

Yuan Zhuan took a deep breath, then opened the "Life" tab. Sure enough, the printer was there, labeled as "Office Supplies," and the purchase option was gold coins.

Yuan Zhuan: ...I'm furious!

"You dog system, you're charging double!!!"

Even as Yuan Zhuan roared and howled, the system remained as quiet as a chicken, its previous elation nowhere to be seen.

Even though she was furious, Yuan Zhuan still had to step into the trap. After all, she was just one step away from crossing the mountain, and even if the other side was a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, she had to cross it! It was just so damn heartbreaking! Several tons of ordinary supplies could only be exchanged for less than ten gold coins.

Ten thousand! How many supplies will she have to exchange for that?!

Yuan Zhuan placed the printer next to the bookshelf in the study, flipped through the concise instruction manual, which was only the size of a palm, and then compared it with the screen and buttons on the printer. This is just a printer, isn't it? Apart from the colorful plastic cover, even the structure is the same! Oh, there is one difference: the ink compartment at the bottom is for pouring cinnabar, and the six small drawers below are for storing talismans, with each drawer holding five hundred blank talismans.

Curious, Yuan Zhuan placed the defensive talisman on the glass tabletop of the printer, pressed down the cover, and the Yin energy began to circulate, filling the energy slot at the bottom of the printer.

Choose to photocopy, ten copies.

rustling...

When Sun Dasheng received the notice early in the morning and brought his men to move the talismans, he saw two piles of talismans, almost reaching the ceiling, as soon as the warehouse in the backyard was opened. One pile was defensive talismans and the other was peace talismans.

The folded box he was carrying fell to the ground with two thuds.

"My goodness..."