The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1521 A perfect assassination means leaving no survivors!

Shanghai's bustling nightclubs

Seeing the disheveled state of Zhang Cheng and his companions, the advisor and Lin Chen stared wide-eyed.
What nonsense is this kid spouting? It's barely dawn!

"Master, did you recruit this kid from the storyteller at Tianqiao?"

Looking at the advisor, Lin Chen asked with a face full of suspicion,

"No, Brother Chen, these are the men Lin Yun recruited last night. They're the only ones who survived today!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, the advisor was also utterly astonished.
Because he sent Lin Yun to steal Long Jiu's goods, how come he left behind these three rotten sweet potatoes?
"Master, I'm not joking, it's true! There are gods here! They can summon lightning with a whoosh!"

Addressing the advisor, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but explain.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the advisor immediately stood up and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Inviting lightning? Go to hell!"

Just as the advisor was about to lift his foot, Zhang Cheng lowered his head grimly, ready to strike at any moment.

If he can't beat Zhang Zhiwei, surely he can beat this four-eyed guy in front of him?

However, just as Zhang Cheng was about to make his move, he heard hurried footsteps outside.

Just as a large number of military police entered, the clerk immediately greeted them with a smile, "Sir, what brings you here?"

"What happened in the suburbs last night? Do you know?"

Looking seriously at the advisor and Lin Chen, the head of the military police captain spoke up.
"Sir, we didn't know, but he knew, he knew!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, the clerk quickly pushed him out.
Upon hearing the advisor's words, the Japanese colonel standing nearby stepped forward and asked, "You know?"

"Yes, sir, we were on the scene last night!"

Addressing the Japanese soldiers before him, Zhang Cheng quickly began to explain.
"You, come with us!"

As he gestured for Zhang Cheng to get into the car, the colonel's face revealed a hint of coldness.

Upon arriving at the scene in the suburbs, the colonel addressed the people in a car, saying, "Lord Miyamoto, the person has been brought!"

As he stepped out of the carriage, a samurai with a sword at his waist stepped forward and said, "You translate!"

"Yes, Lord Miyamoto!"

Upon hearing Miyamoto's words, the colonel approached Zhang Cheng and asked, "Tell me, what happened last night?"

"Last night we came to steal the goods, and then we saw two people rush out of the car. One of them could summon lightning and emit golden light!"

As Zhang Cheng explained to the colonel, he became serious and described Zhang Zhiwei's appearance in great detail.
After all, if this group of people really dared to go, Zhang Cheng was willing to erect a monument and write an inscription for them.

What the hell does it mean to be second only to one person when happy, and below everyone else when unhappy? Zhang Zhiwei is exactly that.

As a member of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain who has adopted a false surname, Zhang Zhiwei's terrifying nature is no joke!
Even Zhang Cheng was warned by Mazu, so you can imagine how ruthless this kid can be!

Moreover, as the ancestral altar of Taoism for thousands of years, Longhu Mountain inherits the "Xuanwu Gate System"!
What is the Xuanwu Gate system? It means that only the strong can be called "Celestial Master"!
Although Longhu Mountain does not have a bloodline system of succession, the Celestial Master is definitely the strongest among all Longhu Mountain disciples.

"Golden light, summoning thunder?"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's explanation, Miyamoto's face turned serious, because this person was very likely a disciple of Longhu Mountain!
Thinking of this, Miyamoto's eyes turned cold as he said, "Damn it, a bunch of ignorant fools!"

However, after saying that, Miyamoto glanced at Zhang Cheng and asked, "How did you survive!"

"I'm faking my death!"

Looking at Miyamoto with fear, Zhang Cheng perfectly embodied the villain. "Yoshi, don't worry, as long as you follow the Imperial Army, they won't treat you badly!"

Looking at the weak Zhang Cheng, Miyamoto felt quite disdain.

Because if all the people in the Far East were like him, that would be wonderful. So, he's a good sycophant!

Escorted by military police, Zhang Cheng returned to the bar.

Seeing Zhang Cheng completely unharmed, and even taking out the "gift" given by the Imperial Army, the advisor was dumbfounded, because could what this kid said be true?
"Master, all of this is yours. I dare not spend a single penny!"

Looking at the advisor in front of him, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and spoke.
"Good, good, you're a very sensible kid. From now on, follow me, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

Patting Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, the advisor had no idea that the word "danger" was already starting to appear on his own forehead!
Through Zhang Cheng's introduction, Miyamoto quickly caught up with Zhang Zhiwei five days later.
Seeing the samurai appear before him, Zhang Zhiwei lazily walked off the road: "He's like a persistent ghost!"

"Senior brother, let me do it!"

As they approached Zhang Zhiwei, a young junior disciple was about to make a move, but was stopped.
"Why go through all that trouble? They're all the same stuff!"

With a cold voice, Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward, his eyes narrowed.

Looking at Zhang Zhiwei in front of him, Miyamoto broke out in a cold sweat, because he never imagined that anyone would give him such a strong sense of pressure.

Before he could react, Zhang Zhiwei was already in front of him, slapping him hard across the face. Miyamoto didn't even draw his sword.

"Oh!"

His body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a deep trench and leaving him completely lifeless.
The other samurai were stunned into silence as they watched this scene unfold in horror.

Looking at their expressions, Zhang Zhiwei sneered, "That's it? That's it! You don't think I'm a pushover, do you?"

A burst of golden light enveloped his body, and Zhang Zhiwei revealed an arrogant expression.

He originally thought he was invincible on Longhu Mountain, but when he came down the mountain, he found that there were not many people in the world who could fight him!
Zhang Cheng: I was just saying, you actually went!

Miyamoto:
Standing before a certain execution mailbox, Zhang Cheng frowned as he looked at the intelligence report in his hand.
The squad leader of the third action team has defected and has now infiltrated the Special Higher Police. The assassination must be carried out as soon as possible!

Looking at the note describing the appearance, Zhang Cheng turned around coldly, his eyes flashing.

Because this is a troublesome task, isn't it, Special Higher Police?

Back at his temporary rented home, Zhang Cheng took out various weapons from his storage space and began to examine them.
Luckily, he had "borrowed" some things from the Axe Gang's armory, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find any weapons to use!
As for the Type 38 rifles used by the Japanese army, how could they be as effective as the submachine guns of the Axe Gang!
Late at night, after leaving the nightclub for some fresh air, Zhang Cheng turned and headed towards the Special Higher Police.

As they drew closer to the Special Higher Police, Zhang Cheng slowly began to put on the Tang Monk doll headband.
Just as the cold-eyed Griks revealed their sinister smiles, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak up: "Leave no survivors!"

"who!"

Upon seeing the enemy suddenly appear in the Special Higher Police Department, the Japanese soldiers immediately roared in anger.

Before he could finish speaking, Glick, who had raised his submachine gun, had already pulled the trigger.
"Da da, da da da!"

A whistling bullet pierced his body, and the Japanese soldier immediately fell into a pool of blood.

Just as the gunfire erupted, the Japanese soldiers who rushed out witnessed a horrifying scene: Krieg, dressed in a black military overcoat and wearing a gas mask, was pointing a submachine gun at them.
"Establish a defensive line on the spot to block reinforcements, then proceed with the charge!"

Carrying his gun, Zhang Cheng walked towards the Special Higher Police, and then spoke coldly.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the Kriegs' eyes turned crazed.

As Zhang Cheng entered the Special Higher Police building, he sneered, because the most perfect assassination is one that leaves no survivors!
(End of this chapter)