Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 318: Zhang Zhiwei, you actually want to use a cannon to kill the leader of Quanzhen Taoism?

"He Songling, you bastard, what do you want to do!"

Zhang Zhiwei had anticipated the power of the Chicago typewriter. Although this type of gun had not been invented when he went to the United States with He Songling a few years ago, he had seen machine guns before.

With Zhang Zhiwei's intelligence, he could understand anything he wanted to understand. When he saw the shape of this gun, he knew that it was a miniature machine gun. Since it was smaller, its power should also be smaller accordingly.

Facts have proved that Zhang Zhiwei's idea was indeed correct. Even with a drum magazine, the Thompson submachine gun only has a capacity of fifty rounds. The power of the bullets cannot be compared with that of a heavy machine gun, let alone a light machine gun.

The three or five Taoist priests in Baiyun Temple who were qualified to follow the old abbot and accompany the two of them were all Quanzhen Taoists with profound Taoism. Even if they were caught off guard, their lives should not be in danger.

But Zhenduo had no moral principles at all. Relying on his quick hands, he pulled out ten grenades at once and threw them in different directions using hidden weapon techniques.

Zhang Zhiwei originally wanted to stop it with golden light, but He Songling stopped him first. The old Taoists in Baiyun Temple had no idea what a hand grenade was, and they were completely unprepared. Some even tried to catch the grenade with the ring as if it were a hidden weapon, which made Zhang Zhiwei tremble with fear.

He didn't even need to think about it, this must have been He Songling's instructions to Zhenduo in advance. Not to mention this shameless sneak attack, Zhenduo had so many weapons on him, and no one in the country would let him use them like this, except He Songling, and Baldy couldn't bear to do it.

"What do you mean I did it? It was what he did. Why are you looking for me for it?" He Songling spread his hands and stood in the smoke and dust pretending to be innocent.

"He did it?" Zhang Zhiwei almost made him laugh. "Where did he get so many grenades? Did he steal your ice factory?"

"Hey! Good idea, you are right, he stole my arsenal." He Songling actually looked inspired, and Zhang Zhiwei was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"What on earth do you want to do? Do you know that the people who accompanied us on the tour today are all the top ten figures in Baiyun Temple. In the entire Quanzhen Dao, they are all well-known and respected old Quanzhen. Don't even think about blowing them up to death. Even if they lose their arms and legs, you..."

Zhang Zhiwei was a little hesitant to continue talking here. Even if this was true, He Songling would only be denounced by the extraordinary world, and Zuo Rutong would not be able to withstand the pressure and expel him from the sect, so what?
He Songling still cares about this? Is it up to others to decide where he wants to be? If he wants to be in the secular world, he is in the secular world. If he wants to be in the alien world, he is in the alien world. What he fears most now is that he will be expelled from the alien world, and then he will bring the secular army to bombard the alien mountain gate with cannons.

The leaders of ordinary people are afraid of being assassinated by strangers, but He Songling is not afraid. Assassinating ordinary high-ranking officials is called assassination, but assassinating He Songling? That means the enemy not only does not hide, but even dares to attack me.

Now he is still supported by Trinity Sect and Zuo Rutong. If these strings are lost, who dares to bet on what this lunatic will do?

Since there is no way to deal with He Songling seriously, won't he, the future Heavenly Master of Zhengyi Dao, have to bear everything in the end?
Damn it!
Zhang Zhiwei used the Thunder Method to cover He Songling's body and slapped him on the head: "I will just kill you right here!"

"Kacha!"

"Wow!"

Before Zhang Zhiwei's palm fell, two crisp sounds of metal friction were heard. Looking up, he saw a huge cannon in front of him.

"The American M1 howitzer has a caliber of 155 mm, a total length of 7.32 meters, a barrel length of 3.63 meters, and a total weight of 5.8 tons." He Songling grinned.

That's right, when He Songling reached the third level, he was no longer satisfied with just using two mortars to bombard people. Even the rare heavy mortars with a caliber of more than 5.8 mm could not satisfy him. The third level alone was definitely not enough for him to use this heavy artillery weighing more than kilograms to bombard people as he would a rifle. tons, kilograms, and the key point was to catch up with Sun Wukong's golden hoop.

This is just the weight of the weapon. The recoil when it is fired is even more terrifying. Not to mention the triple-layer, the quadruple-layer is not good enough. Not to mention the current He Songling, even the old Tianshi Zhang Zhiwei from a hundred years ago is not good enough. Even if Sun Wukong is really summoned, he may not be able to do it.

But if you want to put a Qi seal on this cannon and move it over out of thin air, the third level is enough.

With the strength He Songling could mobilize, it was not possible to use it as a rifle, but it was not a problem to lift the cannon for a short time like lifting weights. In addition, he learned the divine painting, the reversal of the eight directions, and even the mechanical art and the refining art to refine it to a certain extent, so it was easy to summon it.

If you can't hold it up, just put it on the ground and shoot. At such a close distance, there is no need to adjust shooting parameters such as scale, height, direction, etc. Just know how to fire.

Zhang Zhiwei's blood ran cold when he saw the black cannon in front of him, and the lightning on his body disappeared immediately.

"Look at you, you don't know how to joke. What kind of friendship do we have? We have been good friends for many years. How can I not stand on your side? But why did you use such a big fuss to kill Zhu Yuantian?"

"Who said I wanted to kill Zhu Yuantian?" He Songling looked at Zhang Zhiwei with contempt and condemned him:

"Do you know that the people who accompanied us on the tour today are all the top ten figures in Baiyun Temple. In the entire Quanzhen Dao, they are all well-known and respected old Quanzhen people. How dare you want to kill them with a cannon?"

?

Even if Zhang Zhiwei was facing cannons, he had to raise this question mark.

No, those are all my words!

How does this mean I want to kill them? You are using guns, throwing grenades, and using cannons. The cannon shells are all loaded. You are not going to put them up for a military exhibition, are you?
Sure enough, Zhen Duo was very strong, even in Baiyun Temple, he was among the best. Secondly, with the help of guns and bombs, he made it difficult for many veterans in Baiyun Temple to fight back.

More importantly, the Baiyun Temple's special magical power is to produce Yang Shen, which is the embodiment of the highest level of Dan Dao practice. The problem is that no matter how high it is, Yang Shen can only come out against the sunlight or the explosion of a grenade, which is impossible.

The dean was just about to release his Yang Shen, but just as he emerged his head, he felt his spirit being shaken by the gust of air, and his soul was almost shattered.

Fortunately, the abbot Zhu Yuantian was right beside him and slapped his soul back with a backhand, thus saving the abbot from the fate of having his soul torn to pieces.

"What on earth is this!" Even Zhu Yuantian, the abbot of Baiyun Temple and the leader of Quanzhen, felt powerless at this moment. He always believed that the Quanzhen in the north should be greater than the Zhengyi in the south. After all, the capital of the dynasty for three hundred years was here, and whether it was the dynasty's luck or the resources and connections, it was stronger than the south.

But now, we are about to be wiped out by a gangster.

"Don't worry, old abbot, He is here!"

(End of this chapter)