The burly man with the bristling hairpin drew his gun to warn his companions to retaliate.
The other man lunged forward, attempting to reach the doorway where the weapons were hidden and retrieve them to fight back.
With a "whoosh," Zheng Ya flashed into the secret room. Sensing the burly man with the mane holding a gun turning around, he immediately activated his special ability: Cerebral Palsy.
Simply put, it involves using planning abilities to disrupt the brain's nerves, then intercepting the flow of planning abilities, cutting off the blood flowing through the meridians, thus causing cerebral palsy.
This is different from using mental power to attack the target's mind.
There exists a force of rules.
This belongs to the category of supernatural abilities manipulated by the soul, spirit, and will; the high grade of supernatural abilities originates from this.
With the added power of time and space abilities, the planning ability is further enhanced by three parts: three parts spatial ranged and forceful attacks, three parts time rules, and one part fusion power to promote its power, resulting in a superpower that combines the three superpowers.
This is the best we can achieve for now.
Zheng Ya, through intuitive perception and practical supernatural abilities, gained a sudden realization and began to use the other party as a guinea pig, a process that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
"Ahhh!" The two enemy agents suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads, abandoned everything, clutched their heads and screamed in agony, and then both fell to the ground, vomiting blood and convulsing.
Has the crisis been resolved?
Zheng Ya's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Looking at the enemy agent convulsing and spitting blood on the ground, he felt a wave of nausea: "Ugh, cough cough."
The discomfort following the murder, the syndrome that plagued his mind and body, caused Zheng Ya to vomit until he felt dizzy and disoriented.
It took Zheng Ya a while to gradually accept the reality of the murder, after vomiting bitter water. He collapsed in the corner of the secret room, holding his head, looking at the enemy agent who was still unconscious at the entrance of the stairwell. His heart was in turmoil.
What do we do now?
If eight people are killed and one is left alive, is it okay to call the police?
If an innocent person is wrongly killed, calling the police is tantamount to suicide.
Even if the people killed were enemy agents, it would be difficult to explain if the police were not notified.
The police officer asked you how the person was killed?
Zheng Ya felt he couldn't explain himself. Exposing his supernatural abilities would be detrimental to his cultivation and would likely lead to him being placed under surveillance, with unpredictable consequences.
Even if everything goes well, will they be recruited by relevant departments as special talents to perform high-risk work?
That would become an obstacle to spiritual practice.
The Tower of Babel mark is deeply imprinted on the soul. It will automatically activate once the teleporter reaches the peak of the first major realm, which is the peak of the twelfth level of supernatural ability, and will guide the teleporter back to the Qian Yuan Continent.
If a hundred years pass and the teleporter neither dies nor reaches the peak of level twelve of supernatural ability, the teleportation will automatically activate to guide the teleporter back to the Qian Yuan Continent.
Finally, for individuals with multiple superpowers, the time is extended in multiples of the number of their superpowers.
This is because the cultivation of supernatural abilities is very slow.
Especially supernatural abilities like time and space are extremely difficult to comprehend and cultivate, let alone comprehend supernatural spiritual arts, which are even more difficult.
Therefore, Zheng Ya had no time to work, and participating in high-risk work would waste even more of his cultivation time.
Having the opportunity to cultivate and attain immortality was an irresistible prospect for Zheng Ya, leaving him with no choice but to face it head-on.
Considering this situation, Zheng Ya directly rejected the idea of calling the police.
If the police are not notified and the aftermath is not handled properly, then the traces of the murder must be erased.
It's impossible to just walk away.
Before he arrived, many people on the street saw Zheng Ya, and three people even saw him enter the courtyard. It is difficult to rule out the possibility that they would report the situation to the police, which would inevitably lead to endless trouble.
After much deliberation, Zheng Ya decided to quietly eliminate the nine enemy agents. He then got up and searched the secret room, keeping an eye on the heartbeat of the only survivor in order to prevent him from waking up and causing trouble.
The survivors remained unconscious, prompting Zheng Ya to search the secret room extensively. This led to the identification of nine enemy agents—personnel who had infiltrated the island, specializing in espionage and sabotage.
Unfortunately, the telegram logbook contained little evidence, and no specific criminal evidence against the nine enemy agents was found.
The loot included a considerable amount of items: codebooks, two radio transmitters, three boxes of hand grenades, about half a ton of explosives, twelve pistols, eight rifles, including a light machine gun, as well as some daggers and other auxiliary tools.
A quantity of medicines, over three thousand yuan in banknotes, a box of large yellow croakers, five boxes of small yellow croakers, seven or eight tons of grain, and various cabbages, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc.
There are also three land deeds, all for independent courtyard houses.
This was a huge fortune, and Zheng Ya felt that his efforts had not been in vain; he had made a profit and should keep it for himself.
Once the enemy agents disappear, and proof of their transfer of property deeds is left behind, along with the deeds in hand, no one can take away the three properties.
Fortunately, the other two properties were vacant and were used as warehouses for buying and selling illegal goods, where some food and supplies were stockpiled.
We don't know if there are any other people besides the nine enemy agents, or who they interact with.
This potential hazard needs to be noted.
After clarifying the situation, Zheng Ya stored the firearms, ammunition, and radio involved in the illegal activity in his special ability space.
Before he could finish, Zheng Ya sensed the enemy agent lying unconscious at the top of the stairs and walked over, saying, "Confess honestly if you don't want to die..."
"Who, who are you?" The young man rubbed his sore neck, stood up and backed away.
Trying to run away, Zheng Ya laughed: "If you don't want to be tortured, then squat in the corner and confess honestly?"
"You, you killed them all? How is that possible?" The young man, using the fluorescent light in the center of the secret room, which emitted a warm glow that illuminated the eight corpses, immediately stopped running.
Shock, fear, regret and other negative emotions overwhelmed him, forcing him to stand on the central rest platform of the staircase, leaning against the wall, trembling.
Zheng Ya beckoned to him with her finger: "Come down and tell me everything you know, or I'll force you to be tortured."
"What...what do you want to know?" The young man was intimidated by his sharp gaze and walked down the stairs tremblingly.
Running away is unrealistic.
Even if they managed to escape, someone would shout "Catch the enemy agent!" and it would attract nearby people to join forces to surround and intercept them, making it impossible for them to escape.
These days, the bond between the military and the people is very strong.
When one is in trouble, help comes from all sides; this is not just an empty phrase!
It is a very real reality.
He was certain that if Zheng Ya shouted "Catch the enemy spy!", he would be surrounded and beaten by hundreds of people, feeling utterly hopeless and doomed.
The enemy agent's identity was exposed, and he met a bad end.
Zheng Ya gestured for him to walk to the center of the secret room and squat down to reply: "I don't want to know who you work for or who you are busy with."
I'll ask you three questions. If you answer them to my satisfaction, I might spare your life, understand?
"Haha, do I even have a way out?" The young man laughed self-deprecatingly, his heart filled with despair, knowing there was no way out.
Zheng Ya was too lazy to argue with him, so he held up one finger and said, "First question, did you plan to murder Section Chief Zheng and his family?"
"Yes, we orchestrated the deaths of Section Chief Zheng and his family. What else would you like to know?" The young man spoke frankly, with nothing to hide.
Since everyone's going to die, let's die a little more arrogantly!
To publicize one's achievements is a fitting end.
Zheng Ya angrily extended a second finger: "Tell me your next move and the criminals involved with Section Chief Zheng's family?"
"Haha, you want to beg me?" the young man shouted arrogantly. Boasting about his achievements was fine, but humiliating his opponents was even more satisfying...
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