"One part is a black weapon, a melee force with cold weapons, including close combat warriors; the other part is a ballistics, a hot weapon gunfighting force, which includes retired special operations forces from various countries; the third part is a thousand-eyes, an intelligence collection unit, including all kinds of elite intelligence agents; the fourth part is
The Iron Law, the punishment force, is in charge of the internal reorganization of the entire organization; the Five Cold Fronts, the hunting force, include all types of hunting personnel; the Sixth Yaksha, a women's special operations force, with all female fighters; the Seventh Brain, the organizational think tank
It is where member teams and various scientific and technological talents gather; the eight departments are responsible for organizing and operating black and white businesses, and building a money empire for Tianmen! This is my initial idea of organizing Tianmen!"
Their eyes narrowed slightly, and Gu Ziwu and Guan Ying couldn't help but feel their hearts beat a few times. The Eight Divisions of Tianmen? What a great momentum! What a detailed division of labor.
Peng Hou, who was standing quietly behind Di Cheng, had a flash of light in his eyes and could not help clenching his fists.
It seems that Brother Cheng has never given up on his original grand idea. After five years, will the Eight Tribes finally start preparations today?!
"It's not a small tone, but it's not as easy as imagined to support your eight armies. May I ask which armies your Tianmen has supported and how many people there are?" Guan Ying looked sideways.
Di Cheng.
Di Cheng shrugged and said: "The eight armies are still just an idea. As for how many people there are...there are only three so far. If you are willing to join, there will be exactly five."
"You can't fool me!" Wei Wei was stunned, and the two of them looked at each other coldly!
Jingjing looked at them for a moment, then Di Cheng shook his head and chuckled, saying: "This is just an idea, but in a few years, it will truly take shape, and the name of Tianmen will be resounding throughout the world as the eight tribes fight.
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"Wishful thinking! You are so arrogant. This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. Not even countries dare to provoke the huge underworld forces in the world, and the super mercenary troops even secretly control some small countries.
.Do you think you can grow to that point with just a few people?!" Gu Ziwu sneered disdainfully.
Guan Ying snorted, expressing her disdain for Di Cheng's outline of the fantasy, but unlike Gu Ziwu, there was an inexplicable heat in her heart. Was it due to the other person's wild tone, or to herself?
A heart unwilling to be lonely?
"Which force has not grown from weak to strong step by step, and gradually reached its peak? Now it is just a fantasy. When Tianmen stands on top of the world in the future, who will think that my idea tonight is ridiculous and naive?!" Di Cheng's light smile hid
With absolute self-confidence, he chose this path by himself, and he knew the difficulty and pain involved, but he was unwilling to let his life pass away silently. Even if he died on the way before Tianmen was completed, he would never regret it.
Life lasts only a hundred years. Wouldn't it be a pity if we couldn't make it grand?
Peng Hou's cold eyes were full of demonic fire: "We have been preparing for this day for five years. Brother Cheng has been training himself in the death fighting arena. I have studied various books and have succeeded in every martial arts and literature.
I am confident that I have the capital to move forward, and I am just waiting for other strong people with the same ambition to come and join. Everything in this world depends on fate, and as long as love comes, Tianmen will be successful!"
"Death fighting competition? Have you participated in a death fighting competition?" Gu Ziwu suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Di Cheng in surprise.
"What death fighting match?" Guan Ying was surprised by Gu Ziwu's strange reaction. She had never heard of this match.
"I only heard about this kind of competition from an employer. It is an extreme fighting competition for the international super rich to watch and gamble. It is said that the cruelty and bloodiness exceed the black boxing competition, but all the players who are qualified to participate are not beasts.
The Savage Guy is an absolute killing machine, with a mortality rate of 100% in every game.
As long as the winning streak king can come out of the competition alive, he will become the object of competition for all forces and become a powerful and powerful person." Gu Ziwu stared at Di Cheng closely, no wonder he didn't even have room to fight back in his hands.
No, he came out of the death fighting arena? Wait! Brother Cheng?! He called this guy Brother Cheng?!
"What... is your name? In which competition area are you participating in the death fighting competition?" Gu Ziwu's expression was a little trembling, and there was a hint of enthusiasm.
"My surname is Di Mingcheng, Hulunbuir Division. What, you still know me?" Di Cheng looked back at the night sky and looked at Gu Ziwu with a smile.
"Di Cheng?!" Gu Ziwu's body visibly shuddered, Di Cheng! Is he Di Cheng?! He couldn't help but step forward and stared at Di Cheng: "Is there any evidence to prove it?"
"Evidence? Haha...what evidence do you want?" Di Cheng said with a smile.
"I understand." After staring into Di Cheng's deep eyes for a long time, Gu Ziwu relaxed, took a deep breath, calmed down the agitation in his heart, then straightened his body, and said simply but solemnly: "I can promise to stay with you.
, if you are really Di Cheng."
Guan Ying was even more confused. She didn't know much about Gu Ziwu. She had only heard of his name Gui Wu, but there was obviously something fishy about his sudden change of attitude. "So what if he is Di Cheng? You weren't very good just now.
Do you have any backbone? Why do you beg for mercy just by hearing your name?"
Gu Ziwu glanced at her and snorted coldly: "You don't understand the death fighting game, you don't understand the horror of those kings with 100 consecutive wins and 200 consecutive wins, and you don't know what kind of myth five hundred consecutive wins is that surpasses the predecessors.
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Di Cheng and Peng Hou exchanged glances and were both surprised. Although the death fighting competition is famous, it is only limited to some international rich and powerful people. It is difficult for others to learn about it even if they are interested. Unexpectedly, Gu Ziwu actually
I have heard of my name.
Guan Ying curled her lips and turned her head to the side: "I haven't heard of it."
"It doesn't matter whether you have heard of it or not. They are all false names. The key is whether you want to join them or not." Peng Hou said coldly.
"I'll join." Gu Ziwu didn't hesitate much. Ever since he heard about this kind of competition from a wealthy employer last year, he had often paid attention to this kind of passionate competition, especially the strong rise of Di Cheng, a terrifying man with superb fighting skills.
Man. He has never seen Di Cheng's game, and cannot imagine how powerful he will be when he attacks with all his strength. But he knows that the number one thug under Hai Ruosi, the leader of the Snow Lion Mercenary Group, which is ranked among the top ten in the world, is
The former king of three hundred consecutive victories in the European and American divisions! A terrifying man who made the mercenary world tremble upon hearing his name.
If Di Cheng wants to set up a mercenary army, although it may not reach the level of Snow Lion, it certainly won't be too bad.
"What if I say I won't join?" Guan Ying's tone was still cold.
"That only shows that you are very ignorant of current affairs." Peng Hou's eyes narrowed, his hands in his long sleeves slowly came out, and his breath locked on Guan Ying.
"I know you are not willing to give in. Now I will give you a chance. If you can grasp it, I will give you the antidote now without any entanglement." Di Cheng said with a chuckle.
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"As long as you can take two of my moves, you will win."
"Don't you think you are too arrogant?!" Guan Ying looked cold, two moves? This is an insult to her strength!
"Get ready, two moves." Di Cheng stepped back five steps, twisted his neck, and moved his body, making the joints of his body collide with each other.
"It's ridiculous to be arrogant. No one has dared to underestimate me so much since my debut. You are the first! However, I hope you will keep your word and give me the antidote after two moves." Guan Ying also retreated slowly, tall and tall.
The body slowly arched up, like a lioness about to become pure. The bloody evil intent condensed from years of assassination broke out of the body without any reservation, and quickly climbed to its peak state.
To be able to rank 105 in the world rankings, Guan Ying relies on her own strength and successful hunting time after time! So even if she knows that Di Cheng is very strong, she still has the confidence to deal with Di Cheng's two moves.
Gu Ziwu frowned slightly, two moves? Are you a little crazy? Guan Ying is a pure melee killer. All assassination missions are based on the weird bone-shrinking skills. Her strength must not be underestimated. Can Di Cheng win with two moves?
"Are you ready?" The muscles in Di Cheng's legs alternated intermittently between contraction and relaxation, opening and relaxing, just like human breathing, slow and even, strange and weird, his toes paddling on the ground, and his momentum also gradually increased.
Taking a deep breath, Guan Ying's condensed eyes were locked on Di Cheng, and her slender hands gradually clasped together. "You can do it at any time!"
"Take it!" His eyes narrowed, his breath stopped suddenly, a dull roar rolled in his throat, his body, which had been ready for action, ejected violently, his footsteps moved, his ghostly body skills showed up again, and afterimages lingered in the forest.
Five steps away, you'll be there in the blink of an eye!
Bang! The big foot stomped down, and the ground trembled. His galloping body came to an abrupt stop, and he rotated his right fist upward with strong spiral energy and a tricky trajectory.
What?! Guan Ying was horrified. Di Cheng's impact speed was completely beyond her expectation, so much so that her gaze locked on him failed to keep up with Di Cheng's figure. The next moment, the opponent had already charged towards him.
With her heart trembling, Guan Ying's tense body retreated with all her strength, but...
Bang! The fierce iron fist suddenly rushed over, and the extremely ferocious and terrifying power surged out like a tsunami, spreading loudly around the impact point.
After a brief pause, scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth. His tall body was thrown violently as if struck by lightning, and hit a tree trunk five meters away. Click! The fierce collision caused the tree to tremble violently, and Guan Ying's bones
Splitting also occurs.
The trees swayed, and the rebounding force once again ejected Guan Ying's soft body back, and she threw herself three steps away from Di Cheng.
Sticky blood gurgled out of his throat uncontrollably. Guan Ying's body curled up like a prawn twitched and trembled unconsciously. Her eyes were staring like a dead fish, and her soft face was condensed together like dough, pale and ferocious.
Guan Ying, who was full of confidence just a moment ago, went blank. Her mouth opened and closed, except for blood, and she couldn't say any words. At this moment, she only felt one kind of pain! A heart-wrenching pain,
It was as if all the internal organs in the chest and abdomen had been ruptured and displaced.
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