"In addition, send a plane to pick me up in Yanxia Jiangnan in five hours. I will personally take charge of this mission." Chen Zongheng's voice said slowly.
Huh~! Upon hearing this, Emperor Shitian on the other end of the phone looked shocked and excited...!!
Lord Asura, are you going to... take action personally?!!
this!
Two years!
Ever since Master Asura disappeared two years ago, he...has never made a move again.
The entire Western world has almost...almost forgotten that battle.
Only those mercenaries and warlords who have truly experienced that battle can truly understand the terror of Asura.
This name represents despair.
More terrifying than hell, more ferocious than death.
This name makes almost the entire dark war-torn world of the West tremble!
Codename, Asura!
Emperor Shitian's voice on the phone was more respectful and dignified than ever before!
"Yes...! My subordinates, together with thousands of warriors, respectfully welcome... Lord Shura back...!"
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Chen Zongheng blew out a smoke ring and calmly glanced at the night scene outside the window.
"I will send you the coordinate address later. Remember... don't alert the Yanxia National Defense Bureau."
After saying that, Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he hung up the phone.
Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window... at the neon-lit night scene, he took a deep breath of cigarette.
Smoke rings scattered and floated in the air.
And his eyes were as deep as ever.
He has more than one secret.
He also has more than one code name.
Perhaps... not even Zhang Yuzhou, the entire third department behind him, and even the inside of the Forbidden City... don't know about his other identity as the God of Death.
Codename, Asura.
The God of Death represents killing and endless blood.
And, Asura represents fear, more terrifying than death...
How could he, Chen Zongheng, become... a tool of arbitrary dispatch by the third department?
From the day he first met and cooperated with Zhang Yuyu... and joined the third department, he... had been wary of the old man with gray hair like never before.
The God of Death is just his official identity in the hot summer.
The code name is Death. This name represents the hot summer and the third sector.
However, in the overseas world, he secretly... secretly formed a mercenary army, the Shura Army!
He created another terrifying identity for himself, Asura!
In the entire West, almost no one has seen the true face of Asura.
His appearance brought blood everywhere and endless fear.
Asuras only show themselves to others with masks.
No one has ever seen the true face under that mask.
No one would have thought that the God of Death...is Asura!
Chen Zongheng would never sit still and wait for death.
From the moment he joined the third department, he knew that he... was just a tool used by some people.
The code name of Death will one day be ruthlessly obliterated by certain people and certain forces.
A machine is always just a machine.
If used enough, it will be destroyed and all traces will be eliminated.
Chen Zongheng has killed too many people in his life. He knows that he will never end well.
Overseas, secretly form that mercenary army, the Shura Legion, just to fight against the emergence of that day!
He didn't know how long he could live.
However, if some people... want him to die... he guarantees... that the entire Shura army will definitely give those forces nightmares!
The third sector.
Zhang Universe.
Chen Zongheng never believed it.
It's just a game, just using each other.
As a god of death, you can't help yourself.
Now, times have changed.
It's time for Asura to appear in this world!
Chen Zongheng took a deep drag on the cigarette, and with a 'click' sound, he crushed the Huawei folding phone in his hand to pieces.
In order to prevent traces of his calls from being leaked, he destroyed a mobile phone after each call.
After throwing the phone into the trash can, Chen Zongheng returned to his chair and continued reading.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Chen Zongheng replied lightly.
The office door opened and Qiu Yiren stood in front of the door and asked softly, "Sir, have I used up my mobile phone?"
"Crush it into pieces and throw it in the trash can." Chen Zongheng held the book and murmured back while reading. Then he pointed to the paper basket beside him.
Qiu Yiren:......
Crushed...broken??
That...but my mobile phone?!
You always say you can crush it into pieces without even saying hello in advance?!
Qiu Yiren’s mobile phone contains a lot of documents and information, as well as the numbers of partners!
"Is something wrong? The money for the mobile phone will be deducted from my salary." Chen Zongheng didn't seem to care and continued to read with his head down.
Anyway, his annual salary is 100 million yuan a year, and deducting tens of thousands of yuan for mobile phone payment is nothing.
"Hehehe... It's nothing, it's just a mobile phone." Qiu Yiren covered up her embarrassment and said with a smile.
"Um...where's my phone card?" Qiu Yiren hesitated and asked again.
My phone is crushed, can you give me the phone card?
"I crushed it too, go and get a new one." Chen Zong said calmly, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed.
Qiu Yiren:......
She had the urge to beat her chest.
"Hehehe... It's okay... Well, I won't disturb you, sir, from your reading..." She resisted the urge to vomit blood and carefully closed the office door...
…
It's a late autumn night, with the beginning of withering.
After get off work in the evening, a fleet of ten Mercedes-Benz cars slowly stopped at the entrance of Qiu's Building.
After experiencing the assassination during the day, Qiu Yiren... seemed particularly cautious at this time.
The bodyguards all around also looked solemn and alert, fearing that something might happen.
Qiu Yiren stepped on high heels and walked out of the building with Chen Zongheng.
A biting autumn wind blew by, and Qiu Yiren clutched the collar of her windbreaker.
Her long black hair shawls her shoulders, looking a little cold.
She subconsciously moved closer to Mr. Chen beside her, because she suddenly discovered that...as long as she stood next to Mr. Chen, she would be very warm.
This man is like a radiator, with a natural warmth that makes people subconsciously want to get close to him in the cold.
Of course, Qiu Yiren didn't know that Mr. Chen's body energy temperature had been constant at 70 degrees Celsius for a long time.
Therefore, his body will emit heat in the cold winter.
The body temperature of an average person is generally around 36 degrees Celsius. This is the normal constant temperature index that the human body can accept.
However, Chen Zongheng's body temperature is twice that of normal humans, 70 degrees Celsius.
This is just when he is still.
If he exercises, his body temperature will soar to 200 degrees Celsius during a fight!
His body is like a beast machine, born and built for killing.
However, just as Qiu Yiren was getting closer and closer, Chen Zongheng suddenly... took a step away, widening the distance between the two.
"Whether men and women are kissing each other, please pay attention to your distance." Chen Zongheng said slowly with a cold voice.
Qiu Yiren:......
At this time, her pretty face was blushing, and she felt like she wanted to die.
She just wanted to get closer and feel the warmth.
Is this man... really tough?
Straight man of steel!
Or do you mean that you are really... unattractive to men?
