Chapter 198 You must be having trouble using electricity, right?

"Boss, it seems we are too late. The gunfire has stopped."

A young man holding a rifle spat out the cigarette in his mouth and looked towards the battlefield in the distance where there was no sound.

"Boss, Boss? What's wrong with you, Boss? There are two Asians coming towards us, should we…"

"Shut your fucking mouth, I'm not blind!"

Tucker growled and shouted back his men who were eager to try.

"If you don't want to die, then stand right here! And watch your mouths!"

The younger brother was confused after being scolded without knowing the reason, but he didn't dare to say anything more and retreated timidly.

From beginning to end, Tucker's eyes never left the old man and the young man in the distance who seemed to be out walking their dog.

That extremely vicious man was now like a rugby star taking his father out for a walk, walking nonchalantly on the street where a gunfight had just broken out.

Tak's blessed body even allowed him to smell some lingering bloody odor, and sense the terrifying ferocity and brutality in the other person's body, like that of a prehistoric beast.

Cold sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

This underworld boss who had been powerful in Florida for many years began to try hard to search his mind for memories. He didn't know why the other party knew him, nor did he know how he had offended this great man.

Yes, Tucker subconsciously thought that Lu Wenwu came to find him specifically and set a trap for him.

Otherwise, how could the other party call out my name so accurately?

But in reality, if the Lord of Destiny had not sent a message indicating that Tucker was the target they were looking for, Lu Wenwu probably wouldn't bother to pay attention to a little Karami like him.

A guy who overdrew a little of his life in exchange for a little ability through magic, there is nothing worth noting.

He couldn't even be called a transcendent who had crossed the threshold. He was just slightly stronger than an ordinary person.

Because of this "superpower", his life span was drastically shortened to only a few years.

Poor Mr. Tucker may not even know that with his current physical condition, which he thinks is at its peak, he may not even live to the age of forty, let alone the longevity he dreams of.

Lawrence Lu stood in front of Tucker and asked with a smile: "Mr. Tucker, this is our first meeting. Aren't you going to invite us to visit your gang headquarters? I just need a driver. How about you driving?"

Before Tucker could speak, a teenage black man next to him jumped out immediately, holding a pistol and pointing it at Lu Wenwu.

“Hey you bastard, are you tired of living? How dare you talk to my brother Tucker like that?”

The cold sweat on Tucker's back soaked his vest in an instant, and his mind buzzed and went blank.

Who gave you the courage!

How dare you talk to this devil like that!

Lu Wenwu glanced at the little black guy and chuckled.

To Tucker, that laughter was like a precursor to the devil's anger.

If you anger this terrifying demon, you will be doomed.

"Bang!"

The pistol exploded without any warning from the barrel to the magazine. One of the exploding bullets strangely violated the laws of physics and blew a bloody hole directly between the eyebrows of the little black man.

This scene made dozens of black men around stunned, and a sense of fear quietly spread in their hearts.

"This young man, that's the good thing about being young, he falls asleep right away."

Lu Wenwu said the most sinister words in the most relaxed tone.

"It seems like you're envious of his sleep quality? Don't worry, I'll help you. Those who often die should know that blacking out and losing strength are normal phenomena, so don't worry too much."

Before he could even finish his words, and before the gang members could even shout out, they all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Lu Wenwu mobilized his mental strength slightly and crushed their souls.

Maomao was very sensible and spat out a stream of fire.

Under the licking of the strange black flames, these corpses, along with the guns in their hands and the bloodstains on the ground, were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"Mr. Tucker, you haven't answered my question yet."

Tucker, who witnessed everything, was almost scared to death.

Without seeing any movement from the other side, he easily took the lives of dozens of people!

What is even more frightening is that.

No one around noticed this!

He clearly saw that many of the curtains in the surrounding buildings were lifted up a little, and many people were peeping at what was happening on the street.

But those people seemed not to notice the tragic scene here, and still hid behind and watched with great interest.

"Welcome, welcome, my lords." Tucker forced a smile that was uglier than crying. "My lords, please follow me this way. I'll drive you there."

"Well, lead the way."

As soon as Lawrence Lu raised his chin, Tucker very attentively led the two of them to the car they had driven over.

A large-displacement American muscle car, a brand Lu Wenwu had never seen before.

In fact, apart from the most famous ones, he doesn’t recognize many car logos. This guy doesn’t drive or like to play with cars, so it’s impossible for him to recognize them.

In the car, Tucker didn't dare to play any tricks at all. He drove carefully and fearfully, not daring to be clever at all.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he had just become a gang member and was driving for his boss.

He wanted to ask the names of the two big guys in the back seat.

But when he thought of the dozens of his subordinates who were silently wiped out, he gave up the idea in a cold sweat.

As the old Eastern proverb goes, less is worse than more.

I hope these two big guys are just here to find my eldest brother, and don't want to have anything to do with me. I still have to fulfill the oracle of the Supreme God of Light and work hard to complete the task in exchange for eternal life.

He has come into contact with the legendary superpowers, is on the road to becoming a god, and is the protagonist in the movie!

I must not die!

Tucker's suffering didn't last too long.

With his superb driving skills, it took about forty minutes for them to drive from the suburbs to the city center and stopped under a skyscraper that looked to be dozens of stories high. Most of the people around were white.

To some extent, this is probably an American characteristic.

The further you get into the city, the more dangerous it becomes. Neighborhoods with more white and Asian people are relatively safe.

On the contrary, the suburbs are less likely to be affected by the atmosphere of freedom because there are fewer people.

Even wealthy black people are not willing to stay in neighborhoods with a large black population.

Family members know their own business best!

It's like something out of an old joke.

They call themselves "big brother" all the time, wear gold and silver and act like second-rate gangsters. All they do every day is fight and brag. That is not gangsterism.

That's the lowest idiot, at most a small thug.

What kind of gang is this that really eats people without leaving any bones behind?

He wears a suit and tie, drives a luxury car, and wears a famous watch. His small gold-rimmed glasses make him look like a decent person. One can tell at a glance that he is an outstanding entrepreneur and a good public servant.

This is the case for the vast majority of people in this building.

Tucker obviously knew what headquarters Lu Wenwu was referring to, and he took the two of them directly to the company's headquarters building.

In front of this tough guy who could withstand bullets with his body, he really didn't dare to play any tricks at all.

After handing the car to the doorman for parking, Tucker, with a respectful smile on his face, led the old man and the young boy past the security guard who looked very tough.

These are not the guys who can only guard the gate, but real gangster thugs. One side of his waist is stuffed with a bag, so he can have a free gunfight anytime and anywhere.

"Sir, would you like to go to the lounge and take a rest first, or..."

Entering an internal elevator, Tucker closed the elevator door and asked in a low voice.

"There's no need for that. Take me to the fourth underground floor." Lu Wenwu said with a smile.

Tucker's pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand on the elevator button froze.

There is no B4 mark on the elevator plate. How did this scary guy

"Sir, we are here." Tucker tried to struggle.

B4 is their real core area, and on weekdays it is a place of worship that only the real core believers like them can go to.

If the boss and the Supreme God of Light find out that I brought outsiders here without permission, I will definitely die!

"You mean you don't have B4 here, right?" Lu Wenwu still had that smile on his face.

"I"

Tucker's Adam's apple moved up and down and he swallowed.

"Since there isn't one, forget it."

Lu Wenwu smiled and shook his head, his eyes suddenly becoming compassionate.

Before Tucker could let go of his anxiety, his heart was suddenly blown away by the reverse flow of blood, causing his aorta to rupture and his lungs to choke on blood and he died.

He was completely relieved.

The process is a little painful.

"I hate liars the most. Be careful in your next life." Lu Wenwu waved his hand, and Tucker's body disappeared without a trace.

The base underneath the elevator also disappeared.

The opened position revealed a dark elevator shaft below, leading directly to the B4 floor.

During the descent, Lu Wenwu casually asked, "By the way, you really don't know how to search souls?"

Lord Fate was immediately furious: "How many times have I told you that I am a righteous cultivator! Soul searching is something only ancient demonic cultivators can do! I can only use their souls for divination!"

"You're such a wimp! How come a great immortal can't even search a soul?"

"Could it be possible that you could?"

"I can't either. I can only destroy souls."

"That's it, isn't it?"

"But you are an immortal, and I am not. I cultivate my body."

"Even immortals can't be omnipotent, okay? Besides, I'm a righteous cultivator! Can't you bring up something else?"

"You can't understand the sword manual."

"I am the dignified Lord of Destiny, an immortal who controls the avenue of destiny. Why should I need to understand the sword manual?"

"The immortal who controls the avenue of destiny doesn't know how to search souls. What a loser."

“I&%…&*…&—￥%#￥%…! You￥…&￥%*!”

"I'm anxious."

B4 floor.

Compared to the area above, the area here is not very large, only about half the size of a normal floor, and it is so dark inside that you can only barely see things.

But the floor height here is more than five meters, and the room as a whole is hemispherical.

It's like an upside-down bowl pressed at the bottom.

On the hemispherical wall, there is a vivid carving of a starry sky, which is exactly the appearance of the solar system and its surroundings.

The sun relief with a blood-red glow casts rays of afterglow in the center.

The dark light shone directly on the huge statue in the center of the room, which was more than four meters tall.

Judging from the shape and appearance of the statue, it is exactly an enlarged version of the statue of the Great Heavenly Venerable, and is exactly the same as the smaller statue in the hands of Lu Wenwu and the True Lord of Destiny.

The leader that Tucker was thinking about was kneeling devoutly in a magic circle drawn with blood, with his hands clasped together and his forehead touching the ground.

There are five more similar magic circles, which are drawn symmetrically with the statue of the Great Heavenly Lord as the center, forming a hexagram symbol.

But what is surprising is that in the other five magic circles, the unconscious people who were bound were actually five blond-haired and blue-eyed Western cultivators!

Although his cultivation is not strong, at most he is at the ordinary level, not much stronger than ordinary people, he is also a real cultivator!

Around the magic circle, a group of magic practitioners in black robes chanted the name of the Supreme God of Light in unison, uttering mysterious and obscure magic words.

The next moment, a hexagram magic circle took shape in the house, bursting out with a fierce red light.

The three unconscious cultivators suddenly melted in the center of the magic circle, and their flesh, blood, and the essence of their cultivation gradually flowed along the drawn patterns into the body of Black Boss.

"roar!"

A beast-like roar was heard.

The black boss's already burly figure became even more sturdy, with muscles bulging high on his body and blue veins wriggling like a dragon.

Soon, this change ended and everything returned to calm.

The black boss, who was already as strong as a bear, slowly stood up, with a fierce red light in his eyes. Although the aura on his body was extremely complex, he was completely firmly established in the realm of the extraordinary.

"I feel the power bestowed upon me by the God! This is a power beyond that of mortals!"

"Congratulations, you've officially become one of us. Eternal life is in sight..."

A black-robed man who had previously presided over the formation spoke hoarsely, his voice like two broken magnets scraping against each other.

Absolutely top-notch bubbling sound, very magnetic.

"I also want to thank the Lord for bestowing upon me divine power. In the future, I will dedicate even greater devotion to the Lord and wish to ascend to the throne of eternal life together with my colleagues."

The black boss bowed in the direction of the black-robed man and performed a chest-touching salute, completely unaware of the black-robed man's disdain hidden in the shadows and darkness.

It’s no wonder that the man in black robe was disdainful.

The black-robed man is a true ancient magic cultivator, at the peak of the human level, about to enter the earth level.

As for this gangster boss?

Haha, it’s just a flesh and blood war puppet created by evil secret methods to facilitate resource collection.

A mere ant, yet you dare talk about eternal life?

That's ridiculous.

Just as the leader of the black-robed men was about to say a few polite words and continue to paint a rosy picture for the black boss, a loud bang suddenly exploded in the sacrificial room.

The door, which was half a meter thick and strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion, was kicked open by someone and turned into a twisted ball of scrap metal.

A large mass of heavy metal, carrying large chunks of reinforced concrete, flew into the sacrificial chamber at an extremely fast speed.

The black boss, who was just immersed in the joy of becoming a superhuman, had not yet cooled down his excitement when he was blown into a ball of meat by this sudden disaster.

The expression of disbelief still remained on the face that was not hit.

Combined with the protruding eyeballs that are unique to black people, it looks a bit funny.

A tall and strong man walked in from the door that was violently kicked open, smiling.

He looked around, then looked at the leader of the black-robed men and asked, "Excuse me, is it difficult to get electricity in your area? Why don't you turn on the lights?"

(End of this chapter)