"Cleaning out heretics?" Lin Ze was slightly surprised.
Although there is no corresponding information in my mind, just hearing the word heresy, I naturally understand that it refers to a group that is against the sect, but all sects seem to like to do this.
And according to what this girl said, there are also people among the heretics who can use extraordinary abilities just like the disciples, but where do their abilities come from?
Could it be that it was also given by the gods?
Lin Ze had many doubts in his mind, but it was difficult to ask him face to face. If this kind of information was known to everyone, it would be difficult for him to explain why he didn't know it.
Seeing that Lin Ze was deep in thought after listening to the conveyed matters, the clerk girl did not rush him and just waited quietly. Her eyes glanced at his face from time to time, and she couldn't look away from him.
After a while, she woke up with a start. She couldn't help but have a blush on her face. She peeked at Lin Ze and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't notice her actions.
After a pause, she looked around and saw no one around, then hesitantly whispered: "Actually, tasks like this to clean up heretics, especially those involving people with extraordinary abilities, are generally not
We will let the fire-level divine disciples participate, otherwise the risk will be too high and casualties will easily occur. It’s just that Mr. Fu Mengjie, who is responsible for mobilizing manpower, insisted on asking you to participate, so you were included."
Lin Ze frowned slightly: "Fu Mengjie? Who is that?"
"Don't you know him?" The clerk girl was stunned, "I thought you had offended him."
Halfway through, she suddenly realized that she had made a mistake and quickly stopped talking.
Lin Ze pretended not to hear and smiled at her: "Do you have any photos of him here? Can you show them to me?"
"There is yes"
The clerk girl hesitated for a moment, but finally succumbed to the other party's smile. She opened the folder in her hand with a slightly red cheek, "Except for the team leader, Deacon Fu Cheng and the two Yan-level members, all the members who participated in this operation
, the list and information are all here with me, here, this is Fu Mengjie."
As she spoke, the clerk girl turned the page of the document towards Lin Ze. The latter saw that it was the young man who mocked him that he met in the public hall yesterday.
Lin Ze was speechless for a moment, this guy was too vindictive.
Seeing Lin Ze's expression in her eyes, the clerk girl knew that he had recalled it, and said with a little worry: "You have to be careful, Fu Mengjie is the son of Deacon Fu Cheng, and he has a bit of a personality. If you have a problem with him, it's best to
Reconcile quickly!"
"I understand, thank you." Lin Ze smiled and nodded, "When does the mission start?"
"In an hour, we will meet in the lobby on the first floor of Building 8."
Lin Ze nodded slightly to express his understanding, thanked the girl again, and then left.
He didn't take Fu Mengjie's targeting seriously. In his opinion, the other party was just a clown.
On the contrary, he was more interested in heretics, especially the extraordinary abilities they possessed, so he just took this opportunity to experience them.
After practicing in the public hall for a while, until it was almost time to gather, Lin Ze went to Hall No. 8. When he walked into the hall, he found that there were seven or eight people waiting inside.
A group of people gathered together, talking and laughing, and the one in the middle, surrounded by stars like a moon, was Fu Mengjie.
Seeing Lin Ze come in, a trace of pride flashed across Fu Mengjie's face, and his face immediately changed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "You know you have to carry out a mission, why did you come so late?"
Lin Ze said indifferently: "Has the gathering time passed?"
Fu Mengjie's face darkened: "Even if he failed,"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Ze interrupted him directly: "That's fine."
Fu Mengjie choked on his words, and an angry look immediately appeared on his face.
A thin man next to him observed his words, quickly stepped forward, pointed at Lin Ze and cursed angrily: "It's just a fire-level god disciple."
Halfway through the words, Lin Ze glanced at him coldly. The cold meaning contained in it made his heart skip a beat, and a chill ran straight up his spine. However, he could no longer say the second half of the sentence.
The others were also stunned by Lin Ze's gaze. When they came back to their senses, they found that there was a layer of sweat on their backs. They felt horrified and had a look of uncertainty on their faces.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
It wasn't until a few more people walked in that the silence was broken.
When he came back to his senses, Fu Mengjie's expression suddenly became uncertain. He glared at Lin Ze angrily, but he did not dare to find any more trouble. The people around him also looked at each other and remained silent.
The weird atmosphere made the other members who arrived later slightly surprised.
When there were still a few minutes left before the gathering time, no fewer than twenty people had gathered in the hall. Lin Ze looked around and found that he was the only one present who was a fire-level disciple, and the rest were all fire-level disciples.
Many people saw the flame pattern on his chest, and their eyes couldn't help flashing with astonishment. Only those who knew the inside story showed a playful look, and their eyes wandered back and forth between Fu Mengjie and him.
Not long after, with the sound of low footsteps, three men slowly walked down the stairs on the right side of the hall. The leader was a middle-aged man with a face somewhat similar to Fu Mengjie, with a hint of majesty on his body.
Seeing the arrival of Deacon Fu Cheng and two Yan-level members, the people in the hall quickly straightened up and turned their gazes to the three of them.
"Is everyone here?"
Coming to stand in front of everyone, Fu Cheng asked in a deep voice.
Fu Mengjie responded quickly: "We're all here, Deacon Fu!"
In this kind of workplace, like everyone else, he calls his father by his position.
"Okay, let's go!"
Without saying any more nonsense, Fu Cheng led everyone to the square outside vigorously, got into the vehicles that had been prepared, and drove away from the sect headquarters one by one, heading towards their destination.
Due to Fu Mengjie's obstruction, Lin Ze was not informed of the specific destination of the trip, and the clerk girl who conveyed the matter only knew the general content of the mission and had no way of telling him.
Fortunately, he doesn't care either.
Yesterday, he took a drive around the entire Chihuo City and bought a map to write down the content on it. Lin Ze was already quite familiar with the road conditions in Chihuo City. Halfway through the convoy, he judged that the destination should be north.
On the outskirts of the city, there are many factories.
The facts were just as he expected. Half an hour later, the motorcade drove into a corner of the northern industrial zone and stopped in a remote place. As soon as the group got out of the car, there were several men in city bureau uniforms who were obviously the leaders.
Welcomed him.
"Deacon Fu."
"Long wait." Fu Cheng nodded to them with a calm expression, and then went straight to the topic, "Where are the heretics?"
"In order to avoid alerting the enemy at the machinery processing factory five hundred meters away, we did not approach rashly, so we do not know the specific conditions inside. However, according to the information from our investigation, the number of bosses and employees in the factory is about forty.
It is very likely that all the members are heretics, using the factory as a cover on weekdays and secretly carrying out activities against the sect."
"I understand." Fu Cheng frowned slightly, then relaxed, "After we enter, you immediately send people to surround the factory. Don't let anyone escape!"
"Yes!" Several police chiefs nodded immediately in response, feeling relieved.
The city bureau is no better than the army. It can usually deal with heretical organizations composed of ordinary people. But once it confronts heretics who have mastered extraordinary abilities, it is beyond its capabilities. If you are not careful, you can easily suffer heavy casualties. Therefore, I discovered that this group
After seeing the heresy lurking in the factory, several people were frightened for a long time. It was not until Fu Cheng and his people arrived that they breathed a sigh of relief.
The deacon has already half-stepped into the upper echelons of the Fire Infant Sect. Only high-level disciples can hold the position. The lowest strength is at the four-star level. Although the several police leaders present are not familiar with extraordinary abilities and the like, they also know
A four-star level character is already considered a strong person, and it is easy to deal with a group of heretics who can only hide like mice.
"Go out and get ready for battle!"
Fu Cheng turned his head and gave a deep command to everyone, and then took the lead and ran quickly towards the machining factory five hundred meters away.
Fu Mengjie and others hurriedly followed, while Lin Ze deliberately lagged behind, intending to observe the battle between the sect and the heresy first.
Anyway, he is now a fire-level divine disciple, and he is apparently the weakest person in the entire team, so his actions will not be criticized by others.
It's just that this 'cowardly' move fell in the eyes of the thin man and others who were frightened by his gaze just now, and they couldn't help but wonder if they had hallucinated before.
The group of people walked quickly and rushed to the vicinity of the machining factory in less than a minute. Two men in workers' uniforms were sitting at the door smoking. When they saw a large group of people from the Fire Infant Sect appearing, their faces immediately changed wildly and they stood up and started talking.
He opened his throat and shouted: "They are from the Fire Infant Sect!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them were hit in the throat by the flaming arrows that were fired at them. Their eyes widened and they fell to the ground whimpering, losing their lives in an instant.
But dozens of meters away, Fu Cheng slowly retracted his palm, kicked hard with his feet, and rushed into the factory gate like a whirlwind.
The moment people in the factory heard the shouts coming from outside, they reacted quickly.
As soon as Fu Cheng stepped into the door, a burly middle-aged man jumped out of the machine tool seven or eight meters away from the door. He flicked his arm hard, and in an instant, he heard a harsh scream in the air, and a vacuum as sharp as a sharp blade.
The slashing wave formed out of thin air, whizzing towards Fu Cheng like an arrow from a string.
Facing this fierce blow, Fu Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and no one could see how he moved. Fire appeared in front of him and instantly condensed into a small, staring red fire shield, blocking the path of the slashing wave.
The extremely sharp slashing wave hit the fire shield, only to splash out a large number of sparks, which quickly dissipated and were annihilated.
Seeing this scene in his eyes, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly. He glanced around and noticed the four flames on the chest of Fu Cheng's uniform. A trace of shock and anger flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: