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Chapter 291 Where did you hire the Thai director?

(90% of the content in this chapter has been banned and has been temporarily rewritten. Please forgive me for any errors or omissions)

The design of the other party is very good, and it can even be said to have a sense of beauty... It's not like their brains can design it.

The only issue they had not considered was that the combat effectiveness of Wang Yunxiao's gang was far more powerful than they imagined.

In the face of the absolute gap in combat power, all plots and tricks are meaningless.

But then again, is it possible that this is what the mastermind behind the scenes wants to achieve?

If he hadn't heard the gunshot, Wang Yunxiao probably wouldn't have thought so deeply.

The Secret Service guys screwed up.

Was it really smashed?

Wang Yunxiao couldn't tell, because after they entered the police station, they were no longer the protagonists on the stage.

He had no idea what other scenes were in the script.

While eating, people began to gather in twos and threes at the door. By about three o'clock in the afternoon, the door was already crowded with people.

The nephew of the old Taoist priest became more and more arrogant and kept saying that he wanted to track down the real culprit. If he couldn't give a satisfactory explanation today, then thousands of Daluo Cult disciples all over the world would not agree.

Hearing their mindless nonsense, Wang Yunxiao, who was standing at the window observing what was going on outside, couldn't help laughing.

This is a gangster with very local characteristics. He will not talk to you about any reason or conditions when he comes up. He will sit on the ground and cry loudly, calling his third uncle, second uncle, fourth aunt and eighth grandmother. He has been crying since he was an eighty-year-old mother. By the time an eight-year-old child has a set of words, they are just like the Lotus Falling in the Beggar Clan.

"Daluo Tianzun! Save the suffering! Invincible divine power! Boundless magical power!"

"Daluo Tianzun comes to me! Save the suffering people in the world!"

You can't persuade him yet, but the more you persuade him, the more enthusiastic he will become. You can't scold him either. If you dare to scold him, he can show you incontinence right there in your room.

Seeing his obvious attitude, Qin Xiangdong knew that the situation might be out of control, and immediately called the Secret Service.

Qin Xiangdong found his eldest nephew and talked to him personally, and found that he had no intention of being reasonable at all.

Normally, this trick of a gangster can be used in other places, but it is not dared to be used in the police station.

But I don’t know why today. This guy is as obsessed as a ghost. He is stubborn and stubborn. No matter what you say, I just want to make trouble!

But at this time, no one can reason with them.

I don’t know how they calculated this number. Anyway, in their words, the number of Daluo Sect disciples is increasing, from hundreds of thousands to millions, and now it will be tens of thousands. In two days, there will be more and more disciples. It is estimated to be hundreds of millions.

What are you here for?

If Daluo Tianzun was really that effective, why was that old Taoist priest shot in the head?

In a sense, it is no different from those elementary school students who say that I will bring the entire second grade brothers to beat you, and may even be inferior to elementary school students in terms of IQ.

However, while waiting for support, the crowd gathered outside began to gradually become commotion. Some people were wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, and they were walking around in the crowd with a dick in their hands, shouting about injustice and getting excited.

As the old saying goes, a toad crawls on your feet and is disgusting if it doesn't bite you.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! We have been blessed by Tianzun's magic power! If you recite Tianzun's Tao Te Ching with me, you will be able to become invulnerable!"

They have fallen into a state of madness eroded by some kind of echo, and there is no reason to explain.

At this time, support from the Secret Service finally arrived.

A small car stopped outside the gathering crowd. The door was opened and two men in gray military uniforms who looked particularly familiar stepped out. One of them was carrying a long gun, and the other was holding a wooden box more than three feet long in his hand. He looked coldly. Staring at the bewildered Da Luo Sect believers in front of them. The gray military uniform opened the wooden box, took out a dark and dark long sword from inside, and pointed it lightly at the crowd gathered in front of him.

Wang Yunxiao did not see the sword light, but vaguely heard a sharp sword roar in his ears.

It felt like sharp scissors tearing open cloth in an instant, or like a cat's claws scratching across a glass blackboard.

He only felt numb in his heart, as if something had been cut off, but it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Another driver in a gray military uniform raised his gun, pulled the trigger and fired into the air.

The effect this time was immediate. Those believers who had been full of fanaticism just now were so frightened by this shot that they trembled all over, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Then, the birds and beasts dispersed.

Those instigators hiding in the crowd still wanted to continue working hard, but no one believed their lies anymore. They calmed down, realized their impulses and fanaticism, and realized the consequences of their actions.

The little bit of luck that had just been ignited in their hearts had been broken, and they no longer had any intention of resisting.

Only then did Wang Yunxiao finally understand the role played by the Secret Service in this scene.

The co-authors created such a big scene just for advertising?

Where the hell did this Thai screenwriter and director come from?

Others might not be able to understand it, but Wang Yunxiao had just received information from Qin Xiangdong a few days ago, and the higher-ups were preparing to release news about the so-called artifact as bait to attract those associations lurking in the dark.

At that time, he was still thinking, how dare others believe you if you say you have a magical weapon? Are you saying that if you have a divine weapon, others will dare to steal it?

I'm not a fool...

Only now did he suddenly realize that he was the one who was stupid.

If loyalty is because the price of betrayal is not enough, then fishing for the Air Force is because there is not enough bait for making a nest.

As long as the bait is rich in gold, no one will be tempted no matter how rational they are.

Wang Yunxiao was seriously tempted.

The effect of this sword is a bit unbelievable.

He vaguely remembered that in an ancient comic book he had read, the knife in the hand of a white-haired dog was an almost conceptual artifact. It could not kill living people, but it could kill people who came to claim their lives. evil ghost, in order to achieve the effect of reviving a dying person.

The black sword that appeared in the hands of Gray Uniform at this moment also had a similar effect.

Ordinary people can't understand the meaning of this, but Wang Yunxiao understands it - this sword can cut off erosion and pollution from the collective subconscious level, which is equivalent to a range-level DEBUFF dispersal effect.

And it seemed like there was no need to pay much, as a gray soldier could easily do it with just one sword strike.

To judge whether a weapon is an artifact is not based on whether its name is cool or not, but on the specific effects it can produce. It's no use touting it as a magical tool. It depends on whether the people like it or not.

Wang Yunxiao didn't know what others thought. Anyway, he felt that if this sword could be wholesale and mass-produced, he would have to distribute one to his brothers no matter what.

I just don't know what the side effects are... Recalling the inexplicable shot at the door of Li Fugui's house, Wang Yunxiao suddenly had an idea pop up in his mind. The side effects wouldn't be to lower his intelligence, right?

(End of this chapter)