In the human world, late at night, explosions were still spreading around the city. Taoist soldiers used heavy firepower and even armed helicopters disguised as ordinary helicopters. Although the Vultures had the advantage, they exposed a fatal flaw, that is, they were extremely eager to attack.
The advance of the Underworld Bureau gave the Taoist warrior group, which adopted stubborn resistance and delaying tactics, a certain advantage.
"How long does it take to arrive at the Underworld Bureau?" Qingcheng was sitting in the tank calling the information center. The road ahead was blocked by an overturned excavator. Taoist soldiers who were engaged in guerrilla warfare in the apartments on both sides were coming from
An RPG was fired from the window. The explosion caused the car body to sway, but the modified 99 was not in a position to be shot by this traditional weapon.
"The situation of the other teams is similar to yours. It is expected to take 30 minutes at the fastest." The Comprehensive Information Processing Center reported back.
"Bullshit! Inform the captains of the other teams that they can't arrive at the headquarters within minutes, and they will all commit suicide by swallowing feces for me!" After Qingcheng finished speaking, he took a QBU10 anti-material sniper rifle and tore it off.
He picked up the optical sight and threw it aside, opened the hatch of the turret and climbed out.
"Sir!" The fire controller was stunned.
Qingcheng swung the large sniper rifle in his hand as if no one was there and pointed it at several surrounding windows. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three consecutive bursts of fire, hitting the Taoist warrior behind him who was changing the warhead of the RPG, along with the walls and the Taoist symbols on his body.
When hit against each other, the voodoo ammunition killed these monsters in almost 0.1 seconds.
"Can you use your brain? Find someone to drag the things in front of you quickly!" Qingcheng shouted while looking at a group of vulture men who were quickly approaching from behind the bunker.
The battle inside the Underworld Bureau was far quieter than expected. No one seemed to show any nervousness, although the sirens outside were indeed a bit noisy.
Wu Zhu was sitting in his super-sized office, still playing with the giant 2-meter-long iron abacus, which was as beautiful and beautiful as playing the piano.
The wooden double doors were smashed open by a dozen martyred ghost children. They howled and clung to the floor, walls, and ceiling, and rushed toward Wu Zhu like geckos.
The one at the front jumped up with all its strength, and its jawbone was removed from its open mouth, making the mouth exceed the limit of human beings.
"Poor children, let me help you leave this cruel world and free yourself from the painful body." Wu Zhu moved an iron counter, making a "bump" sound, and the pounced
The ghost boy instantly rolled his eyes and hit his head on the desk. And all the ghost boys on the ceiling and walls fell down, and all the ghost boys crawling on the ground fell to the ground. More than a dozen martyred ghost boys, just at the same second
All died.
There was no impact of spiritual power, no brilliant moves, Wu Zhu didn't even touch any of them, but all of them truly ended their lives.
"'I have the iron abacus in my hand to guarantee your life.' Your numerology skills are getting more and more terrifying." Outside the gate, Zan Chen walked slowly over with his hands behind his back.
If there is anyone who knows Wu Zhu best in the world, then it must be the man in front of him who is walking with a bad smile. In the demon hunting group that used to go to Berlin in China, Wu Zhu was not good at fighting at all.
Zhu was often teased and ostracized by his peers. Only Zanchen, who was like a grandfather at that time, took care of the little blind man.
Zanchen was the first to discover that Wu Zhu was special. In the subsequent war, Wu Zhu also proved his outstanding value and gradually became the irreplaceable core of the team.
Coincidentally, Zanchen accidentally witnessed Wu Zhu killing someone during a battle, which allowed him to witness what he called "the most powerful skill in the world"...numerology of heaven and earth.
This is a talent that cannot be explained by ordinary cultivation methods. Zanchen does not believe that there is a second person who can learn or even imitate the same effect as Wuzhu.
He doesn't need to block, attack, think, or touch any enemy. He just uses those white eyes that others laugh at to see through the enemy's destiny. Then, he finds out that this destiny is left by the Creator.
's back door, and then touch it with a voice like the command talisman of the Creator. Then... no matter how powerful the enemy is, he dies like this, and his life is over.
Theoretically, he can use this to kill all living beings except the Creator, Heaven. No matter the Lord God or the Demon God, there is no chance of survival.
However, the higher the cultivation level, the deeper the so-called destiny backdoor will be hidden, and the harder it will be to find the existence of such a bug. At first, Zanchen, who saw Wu Zhu killing people like this for the first time, was frightened.
Suddenly I felt that my whole being was not good. I felt that I had spent my entire life cultivating myself and could not move as well as others with their fingers.
"Old friend, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are becoming less and less human. In the past, your numerology skills could take a long time to kill a person, but now you can take the lives of more than a dozen living creatures in an instant. If I ask you again
If you live for two more years, you should be a super god, right?" As Zan Chen was speaking, he suddenly took out a Go board from behind, "First of all, let me explain that I am not here to fight with you.
Not a single floor tile has been damaged, please don’t shoot me to death, okay?”
"Stop pretending to be a pig and eat the tiger, okay? Not to mention that your cultivation is so high that I can find the backdoor of your destiny. You have changed the format of your soul with eternal life. How can you still see your destiny?" Wu
Zhu stood up and walked towards the tea table nearby, "What do you want to drink? Is it still the same white tea?"
"You still understand my 90-degree water, 15-second soaking method, thank you." Zanchen walked to the sofa with a smile and placed the chessboard as he was doing.
"I really don't understand why you like this kind of tea that is as light as water and not very good. Does it taste good?" Although Wu Zhu complained, he picked up the tea set and brewed a pot of white tea that Zan Chen loved and brought it back.
In front of the sofa, Zanchen's preparations have been completed. The black piece is on Zanchen's side, but the white piece's chess box is pushed in front of Wu Zhu.
"Why did you take the lead when there was no rock, paper, scissors?" Wu Zhu sat opposite Zan Chen.
"Anyway, your backhand is very powerful, let me play it." Zanchen was laughing and had already hit the black piece in the center of the chessboard.
"Time is limited, let's play a quick game of chess." Wu Zhu hit the white piece next to the black piece with a "pop" sound. These two big guys were not playing the national treasure Go at all, but... backgammon.
In an environment where corpses were lying on the ground, both Zanchen and Wu Zhu were accustomed to playing backgammon, and seemed to enjoy the moment of peace during the war.
"How have you been lately?" Although Wu Zhu came later, he asked first.
"Not bad, I eat well, drink well, sleep well, and my digestion is good." Zanchen used the same tone as chatting with an old friend.
"With Zhang Tianshi, has the old constipation that has troubled you for many years been cured?" Wu Zhu said with a bad smile, "Actually, I was surprised when I saw you appearing with him. From what I know about you, you are that
A chess piece who will never succumb to others and help others realize their dreams. But since learning that you are still alive, you seem to have completely changed your personality. First you followed the principal, and now you follow Zhang Tianshi. Is this what you want?
How about giving me the title of a house slave with three surnames?"
"Hey, hey, hey, we haven't seen each other for so long, please don't be full of malice in your words, okay? Don't you just want to know about the principal and Zhang Tianshi? Can't you just ask?" Zan Chen frowned.
"Sorry, having sex without any foreplay is not my style. After being separated for so long, I have to brew some emotions first, right?" I have to admit that Wu Zhu likes chatting with Zan Chen. Many times, the words are lost.
There is a lot of need for each other to understand each other. This is not calculated through iron abacus, but is extracted from the trenches in the raging war.
"As for the principal, it's in vain for you to ask. I probably don't know as much as you do. The principle of the World Destruction Club is that everyone has his own way. The club is just a platform for communication. There are no rules about who listens to whom. Like
This was Clark's first act of disorder, and he had already broken the rules. When he went to the fan club forum the day before yesterday, he had been permanently banned by the principal, and the clowns who had participated in his student union had also been deleted.
As far as I know, the principal is probably just like you, so strong that he no longer looks like a human being. You probably just want to be a creature that can be regarded as a god or demon. But in my feeling, the principal should be stronger than you.
Here is some advice from an old friend: stay as far away from the principal as possible." Zanchen relaxed his brows as he tasted the white tea.
"Really? What about the other one?" Wu Zhu omitted the foreplay part.
"The other one? Are you talking about Zhang Tianshi, whose head was ruined by Thirteen? Come on, what much can be said about this funny character who traveled through time and came to today? He founded a country and ruled the world at every turn. In the last century
These are all outdated ways of playing, okay? Nowadays, the trend is to peacefully rise up and launch the "since ancient times" big killing weapon.
Recently, didn't Emperor Pu of the Mao Xiong Kingdom learn our 'since ancient times'? He directly expanded his territory." Zan Chen commented, "Compared with the principal, Zhang Tianshi is just like a child. You can always
He can know what he is thinking and thinks too highly of himself, which makes him easily become someone else's pawn.
Just like this moment, you just used him to bring a big storm to the imperial capital. The existence of the Underworld Bureau needs the support of those in power. If you want to get support, you must give both kindness and power. The Qin Emperor's Mausoleum is kindness, and Zhang Tianshi is power.
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After today, those in power will never forget the existence of the Underworld Bureau, and it will at least increase your funding by 5 points, right?"
"It's all what you said, I didn't admit it. If there is anything that can be said on the table here, it is that Zhang Tianshi Jing will definitely die here tonight.
Such creatures are absolutely not allowed to exist in this world. It should be clear where you are standing." Wu Zhu said with a serious face.
"Don't threaten me, I'm not a child. You probably have something more important to say than this, right? Although it's a useless attack, I can take it." Zanchen leaned on his seat with a smile.
"Come back and I'll give you the position of Director of Underworld Affairs." Wu Zhu offered the maximum condition he could give.
"It's such a generous move. Unfortunately, I'm not as good at politics as you are. I can't see what the current situation will be like in a few years, so I can only live superficially in the present.
I have chosen the road, and there is no turning back once I leave. I have life debts on my hands and the blood of investigators. Really, I can’t go back." Zan Chen sighed deeply.
"I have done all the numerology calculations in the world, but I have never calculated that we will meet in battle. If we are too familiar with each other, it will affect the calculation results. Let us finish the game quietly, when we are still old friends.
In an instant." The ball fell onto the chessboard.