At the door of a villa with a fountain and a statue in front of it, Majewski said to the spiritual instructor next to him with excitement on his face: "House, this feels great, I am about to come into contact with the pure spiritual world.
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He is less than forty, tall, with deep-set eye sockets, a straight nose, light green eyes, and soft outlines. He is a good-looking man, and he is born with a child-like temperament, which is not like murder and arson at all.
, a gangster who smuggles and sells drugs, forces girls into prostitution, and commits all kinds of evil.
The spiritual mentor is a mixed-race young man in his twenties, with dyed white hair and light brown eyes, dark and deep, which seems to be connected to another mysterious and strange world.
When the base stations are together, they don't look young, but become more and more unpredictable.
"Very good, try to keep this feeling and meditate again tonight. I believe we can become the same kind of people." House replied with a smile, feeling liberated, relieved, relaxed, and peaceful.
Another spiritual practitioner was in his forties, with hidden madness in his eyes. He seemed to be still recalling the carnival just now, and how he was freed from the constraints of the carnival and expressed the sense of renewal in his soul.
He and House stood on the left and right sides of Majewski respectively, and boarded a bulletproof car surrounded by several professional bodyguards and gang gunmen.
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In a room on the first floor of the villa, Jennifer, whose cheeks were flushed, shook her wine glass, looked at Huang Xiwen, who was completely relaxed, with bright eyes and said:
"how do you feel?"
"I feel so light, my body seems to have no weight, and my depression and pain are vented by shouting. I am very happy." Huang Xiwen replied with a little confusion in her eyes. Although her body was tired, her spirit was satisfied.
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But after all, this was her first time attending a similar party, and she quickly became worried and said:
"Senior Jennifer, will this be addictive?"
"You can rest assured that this is the secret medicine of a certain spiritual society. It does contain a little bit of marijuana, but as you know, you can also search for it. It is less addictive than cigarettes. You see, I usually have
Showing signs of addiction?" Jennifer explained in a gentle voice, and she was persuasive.
"Yes, senior sister, you look very healthy and energetic." Huang Xiwen said with half certainty and half envy.
The senior managed the classes and parties with ease, unlike myself, who was full of stress.
Jennifer smiled sweetly and then said: "Laura, did you know there was a party on the second floor just now?"
"I know." Huang Xiwen had been curious about this for a long time, but she couldn't pass the tall man at the stairs without an invitation.
"That is ****'s secret party. It can help you release stress better, get rid of the constraints of the outside world and the body, and truly see your unique self, and see your own gem-like bright soul. This will not only help you
It helps you relax and gain wonderful peace, and also allows you to experience ultimate happiness, thereby breaking out of the 'prison' and gaining the opportunity to communicate with the pure spiritual world." Jennifer described it in a dreamy tone.
Seeing that Huang Xiwen still had reservations and was cautious, she changed her explanation: "This is the most popular party in the upper class. There are congressmen, lawyers, professors, and CEOs of various companies. The ones you met before
That spiritual practitioner is their mentor, he is very powerful, much more powerful than a person with super powers."
Just hearing the words "upper class" made Huang Xiwen's heart skip a beat, but she still had doubts about it, so she didn't dare to ask more questions and kept talking about him.
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At the entrance of the villa, after Majewski and the two spiritual cultivators got into the bulletproof car, several professional bodyguards did not get out immediately and rode in the black vehicles behind them. Instead, they separated by the four doors to guard the surrounding area.
As the bulletproof car slowly started to move, they held down the door and ran quickly, maintaining their previous position. They did not retract their arms until the other party started to speed up completely, quickly turned around, and got into the second car that was also moving forward but with the door open.
The whole process was professional and professional.
At this moment, a figure jumped out of the shadows outside the villa. He was wearing a low-down baseball cap and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, covering half of his face. The exposed part was sparkling and chaotic.
The skin is discolored, the muscles are tight, and the skin is abnormally thin.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Lou Cheng just pounced and shrunk to the side of the bulletproof car. With a hug of energy and blood, he immediately exploded, expanded his right arm, opened his palm, and fiercely swayed in the flames.
He pressed the ground against the trunk.
Squeak!
A sharp and harsh friction sound was heard instantly, and the rear wheels of the bulletproof car were firmly pressed to the ground. It first started to spin wildly, and then quickly slowed down, splashing out golden sparks.
Lou Cheng's feet were pressed inwards, and the muscles were exaggerated, twisting the strength of his whole body into one body. The cracks around him were prominent and spreading outward.
He directly stopped a car that was already speeding!
When this sudden change occurred, the car behind him subconsciously braked suddenly, shaking several bodyguards and preventing them from immediately drawing out their large-caliber pistols from the window.
House in the car in front had already reacted, a dark fire flashed in his eyes, and a twisted and uncertain shadow appeared in front of him.
At this time, Lou Cheng did not make any unnecessary movements. He shook his left arm and reached out. His fingers spread out, swollen his small muscles and veins, and he grasped the door of the vehicle's fuel tank with a green-black color and a dark red color.
With the sound of steel shattering, the "small door" was forcibly pulled up. Lou Cheng took advantage of this momentum and stepped back, avoiding the shadow that penetrated the car door and attacked him, and the bodyguards in the car behind him banged and banged.
shooting.
They stabilized their bodies, popped out their firearms from the window, and completed a round of rapid fire.
He retreated once and then retreated again. During this process, Lou Cheng suddenly swung his right hand forward and shot out a highly condensed and heavy fireball, which accurately ignited the shadow and penetrated into the fuel tank!
"No!" Witnessing this scene, Majewski and the bodyguard captain let out shocking screams.
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded immediately, swallowing up all other sounds. The terrifying fireball rose from the inside of the bulletproof car, rolled outward, tore the steel plate, shattered the glass, and ignited into a raging red. It was extremely magnificent and terrifying.
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The bodyguards in the car behind were stunned for a moment. They endured the fear of a secondary explosion and got out of the car one after another. They were divided into two groups. One group was going to shoot in the direction of Lou Cheng, and the other group was trying to save people.
At this time, the flames that completely covered the car in front suddenly separated strangely, and were pushed around by the dark wind blowing out of thin air, dyeing them green.
In the car with only the skeleton left, "Spiritual Cultivator" House had a dark glow in his eyes, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was pale. He kicked open the tattered car door and walked out. His left hand was wrapped in shadow, and his right arm was holding Majewski.
The underworld tycoon was bleeding from his mouth and had many terrible burn marks on his body. Although his injuries were not fatal, they were quite serious and he almost fell into coma on the spot. However, another spiritual cultivator and his capable subordinate who was the driver, even though they were stronger, were also injured.
He was in a sorry state and almost lost his fighting power.
Lou Cheng made a successful turn and retreated to the back of the flower bed. When the bodyguards got out of the car and House was expelling the fire, his left hand reached into his pocket, grabbed a coin, and popped it out with his fingers.
Zheng!
The cent twisted and deformed, rubbing out a stream of golden and red sparks, which shot toward Majevsky.
House cursed lowly, dropped Majewski at his feet, stretched his palms forward, cast more shadows, and faced the "explosive bomb."
Bang! The coin exploded, split into pieces, penetrated layers of shadows, and finally lost its power. The bodyguards covered Lou Cheng's position with fire, forcing him to retreat further and stay away from the scene.
At this moment, behind everyone, a bullet was shot out of the silencer, silently hitting Majewski's head, causing his eyes to suddenly widen and bulge, and he became incontinent and refused to rest in silence.
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On the huge stone sculpture in the fountain, a dark shadow that had been lurking for a long time threw out a few thin threads and stuck to the corners of the villa, disappearing with a whoosh.
When Lou Cheng saw this, he quickly retreated and didn't stay any longer. After a few ups and downs, he left everyone far away.
After racing for a while, he suddenly paused, and a shadow following him was reflected in the "Ice Mirror of the Soul". It was like a face, vaguely showing the appearance of House.
For non-humans with alienated bodies, it is very simple to use "superpowers" in a small area, but over long distances, it is impossible to control them, and "spiritual cultivation" seems to be unrestricted.
Lou Cheng remained calm and sketched the ancient Chinese character "Bing" in his mind, turning its bloody evil feeling into sharp thorns and shooting them at the shadow.
This is an operation that can only be completed after his "Ice Mirror" breaks through. It is also a simplification of the "Nine-Character Technique" and also uses reduced power in exchange for quick use.
With a pop, the "spikes" hit the shadow and wiped it out.
"Ah!" At the door of the villa, House suddenly let out a scream, covered his head, fell to the ground in pain, and his body twitched, which was extremely terrifying.
The bodyguards looked at each other for a few seconds and were about to start rescuing people, but at this time the car was in flames again, causing a secondary explosion.
Boom!
The loud noise frightened the men and women in the villa to turn pale, some called the police, and some tried to peek outside.
"Don't be afraid, as long as Mr. House is here, there will be no problem." Jennifer comforted Huang Xiwen, "And Mr. Zhayer, he is a powerful person with a good reputation..."
Zayer is Majewski's pseudonym.
"Is Mr. House very strong?" Huang Xiwen asked tremblingly.
"Very strong, he is a very talented spiritual practitioner." Jennifer confirmed.
After waiting for a few minutes, they saw that the explosions and gunshots outside had stopped. They carefully looked out the window and saw a luxury car burned to a skeleton. Majewski and House were moved aside, and there was no movement.
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The villa was completely quiet and depressing. Huang Xiwen shook her head, feeling that this would be her lingering nightmare.
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Two blocks away, Lou Cheng met Smith, changed out of his takeout clothes and sneakers, and reduced them to ashes.
Seeing Lou Cheng's bones making sounds, becoming bigger and taller, the muscles on his face bulging, and becoming clear-cut again, Smith couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Oh, that's amazing."
"A little trick." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
After "meeting the gods in the void", he had enough control over his body to shrink his bones.
Smith drove the car and drove into the distance. After a while of silence, he said with lingering fear:
"I'm really crazy. I was bewitched by you and participated in this matter. I violated Spider-Man's creed. I don't deserve to be Spider-Man anymore. Lou, you know, this is my first time to kill someone. I am a five-year-old."
I'm a young agent, I haven't participated in any dangerous missions, and I haven't accomplished a few things that a 'superhero' should do. This is my first experience. A bullet is shot out, and a life is lost. Mayev
Ski and the spiritual cultivators around him deserve to die, but without being convicted, I feel like I am committing a crime..."
Lou Cheng glanced at Smith, the corner of his mouth twitched and said:
"Smith, calm down, why didn't I know you talked so much before..."
"Understood, understood, calm down, calm down." Smith took a breath and regained his professionalism as an agent.
Lou Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "Do you think Majewski shouldn't die? If we could find strong evidence to crucify him, others would have done it long ago. If not, even if we catch him, he can easily leave the court."
"I know." Smith turned his head and looked at Lou Chengdao, "I just feel that I am no longer Spider-Man, and I need to find a concept that truly suits me. Lou, why are you so calm? Don't you have an inner struggle?"
Isn’t this nonsense? I wasn’t the one who killed someone in the end... Lou Cheng thought for a moment and answered seriously:
"Maybe it's because my legal awareness is relatively weak."
"..." Smith responded blankly.
Without saying any more, he took a detour, "returned" the gun to Majewski's enemy's men, and finally sent Lou Cheng to the North District of Cannes.
After entering the house, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke waiting in the living room without changing into pajamas. He smiled and said:
"Done, So.easy."
"The specific situation." Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief and asked with shining eyes.
Lou Cheng was about to describe it when he suddenly heard the buzzing in his stomach. He smiled and said, "Let me get something to eat first. After all this, I'm already hungry."
"I'll do it!" Yan Zheke raised his arms eagerly, "What do you want to eat?"
"Want some noodles?" Lou Cheng said with a casual smile.
"There is flour~ You can make noodles by yourself." Yan Zheke ran quickly into the kitchen, then called Lou Cheng, pointed at the flour and said, "I've made up, you can knead it!"
"Didn't you do it?" Lou Cheng laughed out loud.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and answered innocently:
"You have stronger hands!"
"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and put on his apron.
After Huang Xiwen and others were interviewed by the police, he happened to take out a bowl of noodles and watched Yan Zheke heat up the leftovers, pour them in as toppings, and then ate them happily, occasionally giving him