The Night Wandering God is good at assassination. He comes and goes without a trace, so it is easy for him to launch a surprise attack on a sorcerer in the extraordinary stage.
The broken heart was still beating, blood was gushing out, the cold-blooded young man did not die immediately, his brown pupils shrank into golden vertical eyes, his nose collapsed, his lips opened wide to his ears, his skin turned blue-black, and hard bumps appeared.
His entire body turned into an ugly toad in human form.
Transform into a poison! He is going to fight to the death.
But just as he finished transforming into a poison, that hand suddenly clenched and crushed the bright red heart. The other hand inserted into the hole in the chest and tore it with all his strength, tearing the toad man into two pieces as easily as if he were torn apart.
The entire process from the attack to the tearing apart took no more than three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils dilated and he was still in a daze.
Gao Duichang, whom he revered as a god, could be crushed with ease. Killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.
Li Zhengde then saw the attacker clearly. He was a plain-looking young man, the kind of mediocre person who would be hard to find in a crowd. Bing or QQ browser Sanyou novel plus book title to experience it first every day.
Li Zhengde was about to beg for mercy when he heard a "click" and saw his back and the corridor behind him.
Me, what should I do? The thought flashed through his mind, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness. Li Zhengde, with his neck twisted 180 degrees, fell to the ground with a bang. He was incontinent, with urine and feces soaked in his crotch, and his legs twitched slightly.
Zhang Yuanqing heard the reminder sounds of his gaining reputation points and deducting moral points, but he didn't care. Now, killing an evil profession or an ordinary person would not be enough to appease his anger. He would kill them first. After killing this kind of villain, he would go back to the Public Security Bureau to classify and close the case, and he would get a more generous moral value reward.
And when you have accumulated a lot of moral points, if you accidentally kill civilians in battle in the future, you will not become a wanted criminal in the spiritual world.
Although he has always been very careful not to harm civilians, as the level increases, the destructive power becomes stronger and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents.
The embarrassing predicament of the three rubbish players, Marshal, Hui Chang and the club owner, is the best proof of this.
You don’t have to do it, but you must be prepared for the unexpected.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the toad man's corpse with dark and sticky energy in his eyes, summoning the remaining spirit inside the corpse. He opened his mouth and swallowed the spirit with bared fangs and claws and filled with a perverse aura.
Ten seconds later, after digesting the remaining memory fragments of the spirit, he snapped his fingers and turned into starlight and dissipated.
Far away from the green shed dormitory, under an excavator, a group of young and middle-aged men in vests and flowered shirts are standing or sitting around a square table. They are playing Golden Flower. When they win money, they laugh and when they lose money, they make a fuss.
In addition to the cards, there were also large stacks of banknotes on the table. The most conspicuous person was a tattooed man wearing a black shirt, jeans, a gold chain around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, and squinting his eyes to look at the cards while sitting.
"Rubbish cards!" The man in black threw away the cards in his hand and spit out the half-smoked cigarette before stomping it out. The man in black's spiritual realm ID is "Gambling Saint" and he was a gambler before he became a spiritual realm traveler.
As long as he has something, he can bet it on the gambling table.
Money, wife, children, even his own life, he enjoys the thrill of gambling, and if he loses, he is willing to send his wife to someone else's bed. He pursues the excitement of becoming rich overnight or losing everything, and thinks this is the greatest charm of gambling. .... So he never cheats, cheating is meaningless, a bet that is sure to win is neither exciting nor fulfilling.
This is why the hooligans in the sand mining area like to play with him.
The gambling master was almost losing all his money, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette and waited for the next round to begin.
The second round began. The Gambler lit a cigarette, picked up two cards and looked at them, then slowly opened the last card.
The three cards are "2", "6" and "9", which is another rubbish card!
Just as the Gambler was about to curse, a voice came from behind: "Hey, what a rubbish deck of cards."
"Rubbish cards!" The Gambler echoed, then thought for a moment and remembered that there was no one behind him.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a plain-looking young man standing behind him.
"You." The Gambler's face changed. This man was not from the sand mine, but a completely unfamiliar outsider.
He instinctively jumped up, trying to distance himself, but the next second, the man behind him placed his hand on the top of his head.
"Bang!" The head exploded like a watermelon, and brain tissue mixed with bones flew everywhere, splattering all over the table.
The boys at the table were either holding their cards in a daze or staring at the headless body falling to the ground in amazement, all of them were stunned for a moment.
They didn't have the chance to react as Yichuanmei floated out from behind her master, emitting a shrill wail of a vengeful spirit. A dozen people at the table fell to the ground one after another, dying silently.
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the saint's spirit as usual, and then asked: "Yichuanmei, will you deduct moral points if you kill ordinary people?"
"Master, the moment you turned me into a vengeful spirit, I lost my character death color card. I am now your slave, not a spirit realm walker." Yi Chuanmei flattered her master's back, "I have always wanted to have a master who abuses me and whips me."
"Work hard and stop talking nonsense. I'll beat you to death tonight," Zhang Yuanqing said coldly.
"Yes~" Yichuan Mei got the promise and excitedly shook her head and made gestures.
Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bedside and collected the bloodstained money one by one, "Don't take the money, Mr. Tong!"
He looked at the green shed dormitory where the male slaves lived in the distance, and used a star escape to come to the room on the far left. The air conditioner was blowing cold air outside.
In the not-so-spacious room, there was a comfortable double bed. In it, a sexy woman raised her head and made soft and seductive moans.
She has delicate features and a curvy figure. She is holding a young man in front of her and there is a man behind her. Compared to the woman who is enjoying herself, the two men look like they are being forced to do the work, doing repetitive movements numbly and mechanically.
Beside the bed, a row of naked men were kneeling with their heads lowered, like concubines waiting for the Queen's favor. There was no lust in their expressions or eyes, but rather some fear and nervousness.
Tsk, this woman is simply a female version of the God of Lust. This kind of woman should be handed over to the Demon Lord to deal with, and make sure she will be traumatized and never get close to men again.
Zhang Yuanqing stood beside the bed, admiring the beauty that was hard to find even in domestic production areas.
He was not afraid of being discovered by the women because Yichuan Mei ignited the sexual desires of the three people and made them indulge in the pleasure of the flesh.
At this moment, even if there is another gun pointed at the woman's throat, she will not react, and may even react subconsciously...
Of course, Zhang Yuanqing would not hand over his own robbed thing. ….The two rows of male slaves kneeling beside the bed were caught in an illusion and were completely unaware of the sudden appearance of the stranger.
After examining her for a moment, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt bored. He reached out and grabbed the woman's neck, making a slight click and applying a little force.
She died silently. The two men continued to move, not noticing that the woman was dead.
Zhang Yuanqing took out his cell phone and called the drug hunter's cell phone number. "Come in, the witch doctors inside have been dealt with."
Five minutes later, the convoy rushed into the sand mining site, and the drug chasers and official escorts arrived. The criminals on duty at the gate immediately sounded the alarm, and more than 20 armed gangsters who were resting in the dormitory rushed out. Only then did they realize that their companions on the other side of the sand mining site had just been slaughtered. The convoy that rushed into the sand mining site base drove straight in.
As soon as the roar of the da da da rifles sounded, the bodies of the criminals were inexplicably cut in half, as if they were being cut by lasers. That was the sword energy of the drug chasers.
In just one round, the remaining forces in the sand mining field were wiped out. The convoy stopped and official travelers rushed in with guns to check for surviving enemies.
The drug chaser took a quick look and first looked at the Toad Man and Li Zhengde who were lying next to the female dormitory.
His eyes flashed slightly, and he looked deeply at the Toad Man who was torn into two halves, and then he walked forward.
He walked to the side of the Gambler, whose body leaned forward with his skull shattered. He was also killed by a sneak attack from behind. He was very good at sneak attacks. When he looked at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, he was surprised again.
There were no injuries on these people's bodies, as if their souls had been wiped out alive, without any of the Fire Master's methods. It turned out that he was not a Fire Master.
"Reporting to the deacon, all the militants in the sand mining area have been killed, a total of 38 people. We found an ammunition depot in the east, which contained dozens of kilograms of drugs and 20 boxes of banknotes. We also found abducted men and women in the dormitory area. At present, they have been controlled and are identifying whether there are any enemies mixed in."
Scout Wang Xiaoer returned with a rifle in his hand and reported loudly.
Annie, his expression was joyful and excited, the drug chaser nodded with satisfaction and asked: "Where is the Three Pure Ones Taoist Deacon?"
Wang Xiaoer's excited expression suddenly froze, and he lowered his voice and said: "He is collecting money from the sand mining site."
The drug chaser was stunned and said angrily: "The stolen money must be confiscated."
Wang Xiaogong shrank his head and said, "You go if you want to go. I don't dare."
The drug chaser thought about it and found that he didn't dare. His face twitched. When he mustered up his courage and relied on the swordsman's obsession with discipline, he strode towards the ammunition depot, but found that the Three Pure Ones had already left, and all the money in the warehouse was gone.
In the forest west of the sand mining site, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the gale gloves, stirred up a strong wind that bent the trees, and saw Xie Lingxi and the other two from afar.
He landed immediately, put away his gloves, and snapped his fingers to get to their side.
"Mr. Yuanshi, this should be the place where Hades is sleeping. We found many animal corpses in this area. They died collectively and have rotted and stunk, which coincides with the time when Hades was sleeping." Annie said.
"We need to locate the location where Pluto is sleeping," said Zhang Yuanqing.
Annie immediately said: "According to preliminary investigations, the influence of Pluto's sleep reaches a radius of 500 meters. We can measure it based on the animal corpses and then calculate the center of the circle."... "Do it now!" Zhang Wuqing.
None of the three women moved!
"What's the problem?"
"We forgot how to calculate the center of a circle."
"It's understandable that Anne and the Queen have forgotten, after all, they are old, but what's wrong with you, Xie Lingxi? Are you a high school JK?"
"Brother Yuanshi, I am a poor student."
"You haven't learned anything at all, right? Anyway, you are a spiritual realm walker, your family is rich and powerful, studying and working hard is the first thing for a grassroots like me to do, you just need to lie down, a bunch of trash, I, a top student, have to deal with it." Zhang Yuanqing said while turning his back to everyone and quietly took out his mobile phone to search for the center of the circle!
"Brother Yuanshi, what are you doing?"
"The drug chaser sent me a message." Soon, Zhang Yuanqing quickly found the center of the circle.
The center of the circle was in a place without weeds or shrubs, about ten meters below a few pine trees. Zhang Yuanqing paced back and forth under the trees, looking down.
"Brother Yuanshi, I don't think your method is feasible. Even if the DNA is left, it must have been degraded." Xie Lingxi felt that he should show the common sense of a high school student.
"I know." Zhang Yuanqing continued to search. "Normal DNA can degrade, but hair doesn't. It won't happen in three days." "Unless he doesn't lose his hair!"
That makes a lot of sense. Xie Lingxi was convinced.
After all, spiritual travelers will lose hair when they sleep, and she loses hair frequently.
After a while, Zhang Yuanqing, who did not find any human hair, sighed: "Well, he doesn't have a hair loss problem, so I can only use the dumbest method."
"Then I can only use the stupidest way." He took out the purple thunder hammer, switched to round shield mode and started tinkering with it.
"The four stupidest ways?" Anne was puzzled by his behavior.
"He slept here, so these soils must be contaminated with his scent. I will take them back. When I use astrology, they will give me revelations. These soils are the only items related to Pluto." Zhang Yuanqing explained.
Anne's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she said happily: "With this soil, can we find him?"
"Of course not, but we should be able to determine the approximate location, and then we can do a blanket sweep. But we have to wait until he is asleep, otherwise we will alert the enemy." Zhang Yuanqing said a lot. He scraped the ground and collected dozens of kilograms of soft and moist soil, and took it away with Little Red Riding Hood.
In the next half day, Zhang Yuanqing eradicated all the spiritual criminals in the other stronghold in the memory of the two psychics and killed them on the spot without leaving a single one alive.
Based on the memory of the psychic in that stronghold, he followed the clues and found another stronghold. After clearing out that stronghold, he rushed to the next one without stopping. He repeated this cycle three times and wiped out a total of six strongholds. He almost completely eliminated the stronghold of the Psychic Society in Nanming City within one day.
No one dared to go to the stronghold where the Lord was stationed. When the last stronghold was taken down, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
The advantage of the Thunder Tactics is that others have no chance to pass the news to the Overlord's base. In the memories obtained by Zhang Yuanqing, the psychics would meet at various bases and contact each other once every morning at nine o'clock to report safety.
Their first action today took place at 10:30, and by 3:00 in the morning, they had already taken down all the strongholds. When the master reacted in the morning, he had become an isolated and helpless camp. … This tactic not only requires a crushing advantage, but also requires a night wandering god to do it. Other professions cannot do it.
Even for a star official, devouring so many spirits in one day would cause a huge mental burden.
Zhang Yuanqing is different, he is half pure yang.
The lights in the Security Bureau cafeteria were bright. All the members of the Nanming branch were filling a long wooden table with delicious dishes, including beer-caught fish and snail noodles, vinegar-blood duck, and stuffed snails. Guancheng Fangxing and civilian staff were sitting at the table, everyone with a smile on their face and a light in their eyes.
Recalling what happened this afternoon and evening, they still felt as if they were in a cloud, in a dream, and it was unbelievable.
The operatives witnessed with their own eyes a stronghold being eradicated and criminals being shot dead one after another. Their admiration for the Sanqingzu deacon was beyond words and they wished that the drug chasers would step down as the branch chief and give him the position.
The clerks sitting in the office felt completely different, it was like they were listening to a myth.
In the morning, Xue Hai Wu Ya excitedly shouted "Eliminate the Fang's sand mining field", and the whole audience cheered. They immediately notified the security guards to clean up the bodies and rescue the innocent people who were abducted.
But when one stronghold after another was taken down, the office clerks were dumbfounded and at one point thought that Cheng Shaoxue Hai Wuya was talking in his sleep and had hysteria.
The female assistant even made a special phone call to the drug hunter deacon to verify.
It was like a dream, yes, it was a dream.
In the past, the Qinghe branch had sent deacons to inspect the work, and there were many of them with great ambitions. However, it was not easy to find the base of the Psychic Society. The base was frequently changed, sometimes every two or three years, sometimes just a few months. It was difficult to investigate and easy to be ambushed. After a few times, the deacons became lazy.
The members of the Nanming branch also went from disappointment to numbness and no longer held out any hope. Those who had the conditions left Nanming City, while those who did not have the conditions persevered.
Finally, the headquarters sent an absurdly powerful senior deacon, who wiped out the Psychic Society's influence points that had been causing trouble for many years with a sweeping force. Even if they would eventually make a comeback, there would be at least a year of stability.
The cheers in the office lasted from morning to night. Everyone was very motivated and actively contacted local security offices to arrange the aftermath work in an orderly manner. Because the action team did not have lunch at noon, they stayed in front of their computer desks and did not go to the cafeteria. They had a quick dinner, ate a few bites, and then started to take charge of liaison matters. By now they were starving.
But no one picked up their chopsticks and turned their eyes to the drug chaser. The drug chaser stood up silently, his stern face melting like ice and snow, revealing a rare smile in the eyes of everyone in the branch, and raised his glass and said: "Today is a great victory, the Dacheng family welcomes the Three Pure Ones to speak."
Everyone looked at the Three Pure Ones!
This ordinary but charming butler.
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