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Chapter 375 Assault (Thanks to the guild leader, Shining Galaxy)

The bunch of weapons Ai Liang snatched from Jia Dong last week weren't for her own use.

Instead, it's used to practice the precision of remote mind control.

Ai Liang can make Mu Si do radio calisthenics in the hotel by engraving an imprint.

However, once he loses the medium of the imprint, he will find it difficult to control the muses to make precise movements.

Let alone doing radio calisthenics, even taking off clothes is extremely difficult.

From last week until now, Ai Liang has paid the price of three test subjects and is slowly regaining his sense of creating mental puppets.

And with the fourth puppet, he killed many of the lame wolf's men.

Unfortunately, in the past two days, I was not as skilled as usual in controlling the puppet because I was a bit rusty with it.

This caused the puppet to make a small mistake when it took action, and it accidentally had half of its head blown off by one of the lame wolf's men with a shotgun.

Having learned from past mistakes, Ai Liang spent an entire night training Jia Dong and the driver, the two puppets.

Aside from subtle manipulations like facial expressions, it's basically impossible to tell that they're any different from ordinary people.

After being instilled with muscle memory of gun shooting and combat skills, two perfect assassin puppets were created.

Unfortunately, after her mental abilities were reset to zero, Ai Liang could only control them remotely and could no longer possess Jia Dong directly as she used to.

The difference between the two is roughly the same as playing a third-person shooter game on a computer versus playing a shooter game in a virtual pod.

To reach the level of a thousand-faced person who can possess others at will, a great deal of practice is still needed.

Ai Liang controlled Jia Dong and parked the SUV halfway up the mountain.

Then I took out the equipment I would need for tonight from the trunk.

After putting on all his gear—bulletproof vest, pistol, rifle, grenade launcher, magazine pouch—Jia Dong looked much heavier.

It looks very bulky.

Fully armed, 'Jia Dong' walked step by step toward the small temple on the mountain.

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Generally speaking, even if there are watchmen guarding the area at the foot of the mountain.

Every half hour, someone would still be sent out from the hideout to check on the situation.

But slacking off is something that happens everywhere, regardless of profession or environment.

Two drug dealers on night watch were squatting by the door, smoking cigarettes and playing games, their phones still connected to power banks.

Completely unaware that death was gradually approaching.

Aim intentionally, fire unintentionally, feel the wind speed, and pay attention to the dart.

This was the shooting guidelines that Ai Liang heard from Xia Qiyuan back then.

Although he doesn't really need it.

boom!boom!
'Jia Dong' raised his hand and fired two shots, blowing the heads off the two drug dealers.

Two gunshots rang out particularly jarringly in the deep mountains and forests.

Not only the drug dealers inside the temple, but also the members of Wu Ke's anti-drug team became more vigilant after hearing the gunshots and hurriedly rushed towards the dilapidated temple.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Simply controlling Jia Dong to perform various actions cannot reflect his actual combat skills and adaptability.

However, so far, the results are not bad.

Facing the tightly closed temple doors, 'Jia Dong' took the launcher from his waist and loaded two rounds of ammunition in succession.

Accompanied by a smooth sound like a stone striking a water vat, it slammed into the temple gate in a graceful arc.

Boom!

The wooden door, which was five centimeters thick, was blown to pieces and scattered everywhere.

Without hesitation, Ai Liang fired a second shot into the temple.

Tear gas was fired this time.

Although the temple is small, a single tear gas canister is clearly insufficient to cover the entire area.

Ai Liang controlled Jia Dong, loaded two more tear gas canisters, raised her hand, aimed at the window, and fired them into the inner room.

Screams, curses, coughs, and the sounds of bottles and jars being knocked over and shattering were constant.

Wearing a gas mask, Jia Dong rushed into the room with a gun and opened fire on the drug dealer.

The room was only so big; one burst of bullets could instantly take down a large number of people.

Jia Dong, carrying a rifle, fired a shot into the head of each person to ensure no one was left alive.

Just then, several more drug dealers rushed out from the other rooms of the small temple and, without saying a word, started shooting wildly at Jia Dong.

Jia Dong lunged forward and hid behind the iron table, narrowly avoiding knocking out his front teeth.

The real process of finding cover is far less smooth and stylish than depicted in movies.

With survival as the top priority, who cares about whether their posture is elegant or not?

While controlling Jia Dong to crawl under the table, Ai Liang didn't forget to point her gun at the doorway to retaliate.

In addition to using telekinesis to wrap around Jia Dong's legs to replace walking, he also...

They didn't use telekinesis to do anything else.

Ai Liang wanted to use real combat to deepen her control over the mental puppets, rather than coming here specifically to combat drugs.

If you can use telekinesis to pinpoint the location of drug dealers inside the temple, you can simply snap their necks.

That would negate the benefits of exercise.

Inside the temple, while Ai Liang was catching his breath while changing magazines, two medicine dealers hiding behind the artificial hill began to whisper to each other.

A drug dealer with a scar on his arm spat out: "Damn it, where did this monster come from! When did Qianhua City get such a fierce bounty hunter?!"

"Could it be someone from the anti-narcotics team?"

"My accomplice said anxiously."

"Drug squad? Bullshit! I've dealt with the drug squad in Nevada more times than you've been to clubs. I know what they're like."

The scarred drug dealer grinned menacingly, pulled a grenade from his pocket, and pulled the pin: "Brothers inside, give me a straight answer—are you after money or your life?"
"Getting money is no problem, how about I spend five million to make a good connection? More friends mean more options!"

Ai Liang's attack was too fierce.

This ruthless attitude of firing the first shot without saying a word before asking questions.

This reminded the drug dealer of his days in Nevada.

Back then, we were truly risking our lives, living a life of constant danger.

The number of comrades who die at the hands of bounty hunters and their peers far exceeds the number who die at the hands of drug enforcement agencies.

The business environment in Nevada is not very friendly.

But the only advantage is that many situations in Nevada can be resolved with money.

One second the two sides are fighting to the death, the next second they may shake hands and make peace because one side is willing to pay a hefty price.

Even though they each had many people who died at the hands of the other.

Companions? Loyalty?
Are these things meant to be eaten?
The real black market has no chivalrous spirit; it's all about depravity, betrayal, and reality, with absolutely no room for sentimentality.

As for the figure of five million, it was simply not a big deal to a drug dealer like him who was in management.

Putting everything else aside, just a few palm-sized pieces of flour taken from the warehouse are worth a million.

Do you think they would be short of money?
Ai Liang remained silent.

Another drug dealer wanted to join his boss in hawking his wares, but when Ai Liang didn't respond, the drug dealer with the scar on his arm threw a grenade into the house.

I've been quite busy lately and haven't been able to find the time... Please forgive me.
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(End of this chapter)