Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 165 Negotiation
The weather was terrible.

The fighter pilots were considering returning to base.

But the commands to keep bombarding kept coming through the headset: "Continue to attack coordinates, hole 1300, hole 3650."

"Roger that!"

He received orders to immediately turn around and bombard the previous attic with missiles again, but halfway there, he suddenly saw a bolt of lightning blocking the window.

The lightning bolts coalesced into a human shape and pointed behind the fighter jet.

No translation needed.

He was convinced that this meant "go back to where you came from."

Years of training instilled a habit that suppressed fear.

He gritted his teeth and continued.

Suddenly.

Lightning flashed.

All electronic equipment in the cockpit was damaged.

The roar of the engine grew louder and louder, as if it might explode at any moment.

at this point.

We can only return home.

He braked suddenly, made a U-turn, and sped away.

The lightning bolt swept back and forth, instantly deterring fifteen fighter jets and regaining air superiority. It then crashed down, landing on the ground right before everyone's eyes, revealing its true form.

Zhang Mingdao greeted everyone politely, "Good evening, everyone."

A burly man, two meters tall, suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the empty ground.

Everyone inside and outside Biyou Village was filled with astonishment and doubt.

Zhang Mingdao lived in Tianjin for many years. When did he come to Biyou Village and disappear without a trace?

Could it be that they're hunting in the woods outside the village?

Zhang Mingdao, dressed in a shirt and shorts, walked towards the encirclement of Na Du Tong as if taking a stroll after dinner, drawing the aim of hundreds of gun barrels.

"What a big battle."

He looked up at the sky and saw the previously withdrawn fighter jets returning.

The company's publicly displayed combat forces include over a thousand firearms, more than forty tanks, sixteen aircraft, and a number of artillery pieces.

With the addition of hundreds of well-trained superhumans, they could easily conquer not only Biyou Village, but also Nasen Island.

They really went all out.

A desperate gamble, or... making an example of someone to scare others?
Zhang Mingdao no longer cared.

Without nuclear warheads, conventional artillery shells are essentially ineffective.

Yes, it exists.

Even if you hit it!

He completely ignored Huang Boren's warning through the screen and continued walking forward, step by step, slowly moving forward.

An invisible electromagnetic field spread out rapidly.

The electromagnetic equipment of the fighter jets swirling overhead was immediately interfered with, and all their weapons and equipment were locked down.

The fighter pilots had no choice but to retreat despite their superiors' angry rebukes.

on the ground.

The company members who were surrounding them held rifles, sweat beaded on their foreheads, and fear filled their eyes.

They are looking directly at the most dangerous targets.

"Fire!"

Despite being far away at headquarters, Director Huang was full of courage and issued an order.

He, along with a significant number of directors, is very dissatisfied with the company's recent concessions to Zhang Mingdao.

They were not afraid even when facing the Ten Elders.

When faced with one person, the company made concessions again and again.

Since the company was founded, when has it ever felt so stifled!

Where is their prestige?

Zhang Mingdao came to Liupanshui?
Well come!
There is no urban architecture to provide cover.

What gives a mere superhuman the right to disregard modern weaponry?

He wanted to remind the community of supernatural beings once again that times have changed!

Boom boom boom boom boom—

All of a sudden.

Cannons roared, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

Fear gripped the company employees, who fired wildly into the smoke.

Ma Xianhong was so anxious that he almost rushed in.

Several highly skilled disciples quickly stopped Ma Xianhong: "Master, Master Zhang seems to have other plans."

Zhang Mingdao has a way to escape.

Given their physical strength, they probably wouldn't last more than 10 seconds under the hail of bullets before being riddled with holes.

There was no room to dodge.

The only option is to try the technique of burrowing underground.

The company clearly used a howitzer; the vibration alone would be enough to give anyone a headache.

Five minutes later, the smoke and dust dissipated.

A figure emerged completely unharmed.

Zhang Mingdao spread his arms wide, embracing the enemy, and met all the artillery fire unharmed.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Chulan was completely dumbfounded.

He joined Nadutong Company, where he could review past cases and deeply ingrained the idea that "superhumans cannot withstand modern firearms."

Zhang Chulan thought Zhang Mingdao would demonstrate some incredibly skillful techniques to evade modern weapons, but unexpectedly, Zhang Mingdao neither dodged nor avoided the artillery fire.

How do I learn this?

Ma Xianhong glanced at the black armor he was wearing.

This is the pinnacle of his defensive magical artifacts.

Previously.

He is confident that this armor can withstand the vast majority of crises.

but now.

He couldn't help but wonder if the armor he had painstakingly forged could match the strength of Zhang Mingdao's physical body.

Or.

It can be compared to several degrees of strength.

Those who witnessed this scene were all horrified.

Decades of accumulated common sense collapsed in an instant.

They felt the same shock that the older generation of outsiders felt when they first saw firearms.

“Monster…Monster!”

The superhuman who was organizing the formation muttered incessantly, exchanged a glance with Zhang Mingdao, lost his composure, dropped his gun, and fled in panic.

The leader fled.

The deployment immediately fell into chaos.

The company's employees are all extraordinary individuals, so they naturally cannot undergo the same training as those in the military.

Zhang Mingdao scores a point.

The people around them then stepped back ten paces.

soon.

The company's encirclement receded like a receding tide, leaving a large circle open, and no matter how angry Director Huang was, it was to no avail.

Just then.

Suddenly sensing something, Zhang Mingdao glanced at the sky dozens of kilometers away and sneered, "How rude."

The words have not yet fallen.

Two missiles struck.

What followed was a thunderous sound.

"Stable!"

Huang Boren couldn't help but cheer: "He can turn the surrounding area into a no-fly zone, but I never thought our fighter jets could act as rocket launchers and launch an offensive from tens of kilometers away!"

Chairman Zhao frowned: "I hope nothing bad has happened!"

He was eager to see the outcome.

But the screen just went blank.

"The HJ-13 series armor-piercing projectile has a measured armor penetration depth of 1300 millimeters. Even if Zhang Mingdao turned himself into a solid piece of steel, the armor-piercing projectile could easily penetrate him."

Bi Youlong said, "If our department had this kind of weapon, future missions would be much simpler."

"Forget it."

Zhao Fangxu said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for the immense pressure from Zhang Mingdao, I wouldn't even want to use modern weaponry."

"The consequences will be too great!"

"We'll have to keep a low profile in front of those prestigious families for a while from now on."

"To avoid alarming everyone, which would be bad for everyone."

Whether considering the impact of the incident or the restrictions that visiting the company would place on it.

No company could possibly own any modern weaponry.

half an hour.

The signal has been reconnected.

"How about it?"

Huang Boren hurriedly asked, "Where is Zhang Mingdao's body?"

The camera showed the subordinate's terrified face.

The man shook his head, only to be grabbed by the back of the neck by a hand that had wandered onto the screen and thrown away.

Instead, there was a bloody, mangled faceless figure with no visible features.

"Mr. Huang."

The faceless man spoke in a familiar voice: "Perhaps we should have a talk."

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Mingdao's face was healed and he returned to normal appearance; even the scorch marks on his body and the tears in his shirt disappeared without a trace.

Witnessing Zhang Mingdao's godlike recovery ability, Huang Boren glanced at Chairman Zhao and gritted his teeth, saying, "As long as Biyou Village abandons the research on the Body Cultivation Furnace and does not divulge it to outsiders, the company is willing to guarantee with the utmost sincerity that their lives and some freedom of movement will be preserved!"

"hehe."

Zhang Mingdao shook his head: "You're only qualified to propose this resolution if you defeat me."

"I have two requests."

"You can't arrest the people of Biyou Village; you can't stop the research on the Body Cultivation Furnace."

"agree?"

"Still disagreeing?"

(End of this chapter)