Chapter 207: You're called General Wang?
"Wang Jiang appeared about eighteen years ago. With his extraordinary wisdom and iron fist, he saved the fierce ghosts who were cornered by the Eight Snake Families. He also claimed that he had found a way to help the hybrids evolve into pure-blooded dragons."
Yuan Zhinv repeated what she had just said to Lu Mingfei two hours ago.
"...He later claimed that the evolutionary medicine required divine blood in order for the hybrids to complete their final evolution, and he suspended his research on the evolutionary medicine and instead tried to revive the White King."
At this point, he looked at Yuan Zhisheng with a bit of pity and heartache in his eyes: "The Ghost Clan has special scavengers to wipe out those runaway test subjects, but after General Wang suspended his research, the number of Deadpools in Japan has not decreased, but on the contrary has increased, and they are far more ferocious and brutal than those produced by the Ghost Clan."
Although he had known for a long time that Masamune Tachibana was secretly raising Deadpool and had made certain mental preparations, when he really heard that the Deadpool created by Masamune Tachibana was "doing evil" outside and waiting for him to lead people to "eliminate violence and protect the good", he was shocked.
Yuan Zhisheng still felt dizzy.
He once thought that he had destroyed those self-depraved demons among the fierce demons, but he didn't know that so many of the demons he killed were born from the cruel experiments of Tachibana Masamune.
Those killings that he thought were for justice and peace were actually just cleaning up the mess for Tachibana Masamune.
The hand that wanted to touch the knife just now trembled slightly. The great king of the eight snake families, the great Amaterasu, could not control his hands at this moment.
Although the person who said these words was the Dragon King of the fierce demons, he had another identity, the second son of the Minamoto family, Minamoto no Chijo.
From childhood to adulthood, the little girl might have hidden things from him, but she had never lied to him.
Therefore, on that dreary rainy night, when he saw his brother transform into an evil ghost and turn the living girl into a stiff corpse, he was engulfed by overwhelming despair.
Because for him, from that moment on, the younger brother who called him brother was already dead, and what was left was just a devil acting in his brother's body.
He had to kill the devil before it killed more innocent people.
only……
Looking at the young man standing quietly in front of him, looking at him with concern in his eyes, Yuan Zhisheng's pupils kept shrinking and dilating.
The reason why he had the opportunity to strike and kill the evil ghost was because the other party's true identity was Yuan Zhinv.
He was the younger brother who could only hug his neck blankly and call him brother after being stabbed in the chest by him, without even resisting.
And now, it is another person who has become the devil.
He is the one who has a father-son relationship with him and the one he has called dad for ten years!
That person taught him the way of the sword, preserved his dignity, led him out of the mountains, and made him grow from a nobody to the emperor of the Eight Clans of Sheqi...
Moreover, that person is the most respected patriarch of the Japanese underworld. What he says is the truth and what he does is justice.
Yuan Zhisheng didn't dare to look at his brother's eyes that were as clear as before. He lowered his head and looked at his hands that were already covered in blood and filth. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
He noticed something incredible.
If we count the demons that have been killed over the years, a considerable number of them were created by Tachibana Masamune himself.
Then every time he received a mission and set out with a sword in hand, standing on the top of a tall building in the air, was there a condescending gaze falling on him?
He was not looking at an heir who could be entrusted with the future, but rather at a handy tool.
Even, when he was tasked with slaying the evil spirit in the town of Luqu, wasn't it more than just those cold eyes hidden under the mask that were watching him in the dark?
Is the tragedy of the Yuan brothers really that simple?
"elder brother?"
Yuan Zhinv saw Yuan Zhisheng lower his eyes and followed his gaze, but she only saw the hands that often gently stroked her head when she was a child, wiped away his tears of grievance many times, always helped him up when he fell, and held his hand tightly when he was scared, trembling like a dead leaf swaying in the wind.
Yuan Zhinu, who had never seen a brother like this, didn't think twice and walked forward as usual, wanting to see if her brother was injured in the previous attack and had been holding back until now.
However, when he took a step forward, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly took a half step back, raised his head and looked at him with a pair of red eyes, like a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation.
That look instantly brought Yuan Zhinu back to the night six years ago that she would never forget.
I remember that night, when he was humming a song for the dead Yunzhong Juejian Ji, and his brother suddenly broke in and broke everything, his eyes were as painful and...desperate as they are now.
At this moment, Yuan Zhinv felt like her heart was about to break.
Am I going to be abandoned again?
He paused in his attempt to move forward, stretched out his hand feebly, and explained palely:
"Brother, what I said is true.
You know, I never lied to you."
"I didn't send these people. I just wanted to attack the prison in Shenbe Mountain to give the Sheqi Eight Clan a taste of their own medicine. I really didn't intend to ambush you."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the remaining two ghosts who were hiding their heads and pretending to be cowards. He regained a little of the dignity of the Dragon King of the Ghosts, but still looked more like a child eager to prove his innocence:
"Tell me, who sent you here? Was it General Wang?"
The two members of the Fierce Ghost Clan had been trying hard to conceal their presence, fearing that others would notice that they were also watching the Eight Clans of Sheqi discussing family matters with the two emperors of the Fierce Ghost Clan.
Being called out suddenly at this moment, the surging dragon blood in his body after taking the evolution medicine almost cooled instantly. He lowered his head and wanted to bury it in the ground like an ostrich, his voice trembling:
"Yes, it was the General who sent us here... to..."
"What are you talking about? Explain clearly to me and tell me what the general said truthfully!"
Yuan Zhinu stared at the two ferocious ghosts who were trembling like a sieve, and she wished she could put a gun to their heads and force them to clear their names right now.
Hearing this, the two unlucky captives looked at their unconscious companion with a big swelling on his head with envy, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted their teeth and said:
"General, we are here to assist you in ambush and kill the head of the Minamoto family, Minamoto Chisho."
Another person added: "Your personal soldiers arrived first, but all of them were killed tragically by Yuan Zhisheng."
"What?!" Minamoto no Chitose was struck by lightning. "Impossible, I clearly told Keima and the others to stay put. How could they act without my order?!"
The two who had listened to the entire process knew that they had learned the absolute secrets of the top leaders of the two major forces. There was a 99.9% chance that the fierce ghosts would not survive tonight, so they gave up and said with their necks stiff:
"We are just following orders. The general only asked us to assist your subordinates in killing Yuan Zhisheng. As for whether he gave orders to Lord Keima without your permission, we don't know."
They are just cannon fodder who follow orders. Please don't involve them in the struggle between big shots!
If they had known there would be such a good show today, they would definitely find a pillar to hit themselves into idiots, so as to avoid being silenced for knowing too many things they shouldn't know.
Of course, being able to eat such explosive melon before death can be said to be a cause for regret.
Just as this thought emerged in their minds, a gunshot rang out, and two of the fierce ghosts who were kneeling side by side were hit hard at the same time, blood splattered on the sides of their heads, and they died without regrets.
Before the corpse that they had imagined could even hit the ground, the one lying on the ground could only die with regret.
The sudden gunshot interrupted the emotional outburst of Yuan Zhinv and Yuan Zhisheng. They all turned to look at Lu Mingfei, the guest photographer, only to see him holding a gun in one hand and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sorry, they know too much."
Yuan Zhinv and Yuan Zhisheng had both seen his methods and didn't care about his sudden head-shot, but Chu Zihang couldn't help but frown slightly.
Lu Mingfei's repeated intrusions into the Eight Snake Families to cause destruction were all out of his sight. He was finally able to act together, but because he drove a beat slower, he missed the famous scene of Lu Mingfei holding the Vulcan cannon and blasting everything.
Therefore, even if Lu Mingfei could fight Yuan Zhisheng on equal terms, in Chu Zihang's mind he still had some shadow of him in school.
At this moment, Lu Mingfei shot and killed three fierce ghosts without changing his expression, which really made him feel...unsure of what the feeling was.
Sure enough, time can bring everything and take away everything.
Having also experienced that rainy night, he went from being a teenager escaping from the overpass in a panic to a killer in the execution department, and Lu Mingfei went from being a teenager walking home alone in the rain to a decisive thug.
Chu Zihang asked himself, if it were him, he would definitely hand over the three prisoners to the academy headquarters to squeeze out more useful intelligence.
Even if they really wanted to kill him, they wouldn't do it so calmly.
After all, there were no obvious signs of dragon transformation on them, and they had already chosen to surrender.
"According to some old-fashioned routine, when you realize who is behind this, that old Biden will pop out from some corner to show his presence."
Lu Mingfei stopped working as a photographer and handed the phone to Chu Zihang to take the photo:
"Am I right, bug?"
As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to look at the old school site which had been reduced to ruins by the bombardment.
“Pah, pah, pah—”
Rhythmic applause sounded along with the sound of footsteps, and in the suddenly contracted pupils of Genji, a figure wearing a white noble mask was reflected.
"As expected of a person who can break into Genji Heavy Industries one after another and escape unscathed. I hid so secretly, but you still found me."
Walking out from the residual fire and smoke, General Wang stepped over the corpses and craters on the ground, vividly interpreting what it means when one general is responsible for the deaths of thousands of soldiers.
Such a high-end appearance is worthy of the leader of the ghosts.
However, compared to Yuan Zhinu's fear and Yuan Zhisheng's murderous eyes, Lu Mingfei's welcome ceremony was very simple.
"Bang!"
"What I hate most is you old coin guys who play tricks and scheme.
Are you showing off? I'll make you fly!"
Lu Mingfei, who did not play by the rules, emptied the magazine and fired 7.62mm bullets.
Lu Mingfei came here with the intention of killing as many people as possible. His magazine was full of live bullets, and anesthetic bullets were not worthy of appearing in this bloody battlefield.
The supreme leader of the fierce ghosts, General Wang, seemed to have anticipated this sudden and unethical attack. His eyes hidden under the mask shone with golden light, and he dodged the incoming bullets in a flash.
However, Lu Mingfei's headlock gun technique was not so easy to dodge. Even though he had used his maximum speed, there was still a slight scratch on Gongqing's mask.
"You come from China, a country of etiquette. You should know the etiquette of letting people finish their words."
"You? You're such an old bastard. Go get a key made—how many keys can you make?"
Lu Mingfei sneered, and while he deflected the bullet with one hand, he pulled a fragmentation grenade from his waist with the other hand, pulled out the pin, and threw it out with great force like a baseball hero.
The fragmentation grenade arrived in an instant and exploded in the air only two meters away from General Wang. The steel ball fragments were pushed by the explosion like bullets.
But this time, perhaps because he was angered by Lu Mingfei's words, General Wang did not choose to dodge, but allowed the steel ball fragments to cover him, and only raised one hand to block the shrapnel that was shot at the mask.
“Puff, puff, puff—”
The sound of fragments entering the flesh could be clearly heard. Dozens of holes appeared on Wang Jiang's plain black kimono, and blood oozed out, but he remained silent.
"Be careful, Wang Jiang's ability is very strange." Yuan Zhinv warned, "When I was kidnapped, I tried to escape and kill him, but even if I cut his throat with my own hands and confirmed that he was dead, he would still reappear the next day."
As he spoke, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, which was clearly captured by Yuan Zhisheng.
At this moment, his heart was becoming more and more tormented.
So he raised his hand and pressed down the Spider Cut.
It just so happens that he is in a state of confusion right now. Since one of the culprits back then has come forward to seek death, he will collect some interest first.
As for what my brother said about not being able to kill it, it must be that it was not killed completely. It would be fine if we just cut off the head.
Thinking of this, he gave Lu Mingfei a look, indicating that he, as the older brother, should take the blame for his younger brother, and hoped that Lu Mingfei would give him a chance.
Seeing this, Lu Mingfei already knew that Yuan Zhisheng had made his choice.
Maybe Yuan Zhisheng still cannot face the cruel reality and make that decision immediately, but just like when Lu Mingfei first traveled through time, he has to face it even if he doesn't want to. If he pretends to be asleep, he will be slapped in the face by the bleak reality.
So, since you can't resist this bitch of fate, just feed it with grass and make it kneel on the ground and sing "Conquer"!
"General Wang, right?"
Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward, holding the hilt of the knife, and walked towards the masked man who was bleeding profusely:
"I'm curious, were you like this back then, hiding in an unknown corner, quietly watching the tragedy you led unfold?"
"Hehe~" The king put his hand down, revealing the blood-stained mask of the nobleman, and his pair of golden eyes were emitting a cold and playful light:
"Amaterasu seems very angry."
Yuan Zhisheng pushed the blade lightly with his thumb, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Don't worry, I still have many questions to ask, and I won't let you die so easily."
(End of this chapter)
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