The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1730 Zhang Cheng: "Art is Patrick Star!"

On the high seas, a cargo ship is stopped.

Motor cabin,

Interpol is engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the criminals.

However, just as the detectives hesitated to fire, the criminals swung their axes and daggers without hesitation.
"Wuhu, chop off his head! Chop off his head!"

"You can't just chop with a knife! You have to chop! Yes, that's how you chop!"

"Useless! At such close range, you couldn't even hit me with three shots! You're a piece of trash!"

Shouting excitedly, Zhang Cheng gave instructions to the people below.

As soon as one of them noticed Zhang Cheng standing above, he roared, "Hey, you son of a bitch, who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhang Cheng, who was standing on the railing.

"Pooh!"

Spitting out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth, Zhang Cheng said with a look of disgust, "You guys do your killing, I'll watch mine, is that alright?"

"Captain, he doesn't seem to be on the prisoner list!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, policewoman Li Duoyan couldn't help but be taken aback.

"It seems you've finally figured out the problem!"

Casually tossing aside the sunflower seeds in his hand, Zhang Cheng reached out and brushed the hair from his forehead.
Before he could even speak, a bullet struck him between the eyebrows.
"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the flatbread landed on the ground.
Everyone present was stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Ok?"

With his neck tilted to the side and head bowed in bewilderment, Zhang Cheng suddenly spread his hands and asked when he saw the bullet on the ground, "Why did you shoot me?"

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, Park Jong-doo picked up a rifle and started firing.

"Da da da, da da da!"

A whistling storm of metal swept through, instantly striking Zhang Cheng with a bullet.

At that moment, the other prisoners also raised their guns.

As countless bullets rained down, Zhang Cheng began to retreat continuously.

Just as everyone had run out of bullets, Park Jong-doo roared, "Shiba Roman, is that damn bastard dead yet? Huh! Go check, is he dead?"

They carefully climbed the stairs, and when someone saw Zhang Cheng leaning against the wall with his head down, they couldn't help but shout, "Dead! Big brother! He's dead!"

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

With a terrified scream, the man saw Zhang Cheng suddenly raise his head, and, startled, tumbled down the stairs.
"Wuhu, hahaha! This is so interesting! Your fear really excites me!"

Clapping his hands and shouting, Zhang Cheng walked to the railing, squinting his eyes as he said, "Why does everyone want to kill me? How strange!"

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, black flames spread from beneath his feet.
Just as everyone was bewildered, Zhang Cheng coldly said, "A pile of useless garbage!"

"Wow!"

Flames, like venomous snakes, spread from beneath their feet, instantly engulfing all the prisoners.

As they watched in disbelief, Li Huo instantly transformed them into human torches.
Hearing the wails coming from below, Zhang Cheng laughed loudly: "Did you hear that? You bastards, this is the cry of a dying soul!"

"Monster, monster, this guy is a monster!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in horror, Li Duoyan was speechless. He actually possessed the ability to control flames and was invulnerable to blades and bullets, making him practically a "superhuman"!
Looking at Zhang Cheng, Park Jong-doo felt no urge to fight and immediately turned and ran.
But before he could act, Zhang Cheng's body suddenly contorted and appeared in front of him.

Staring in astonishment at Zhang Cheng, Park Jong-doo was initially stunned, then suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into Zhang Cheng's neck.

"Crack!"

The sharp dagger was caught by his bare hands, and Park Jong-doo stared at Zhang Cheng in astonishment.

Before he could speak, Zhang Cheng had already pierced his stomach with a triangular bayonet.

With a cold, spinning triangular bayonet, Zhang Cheng pushed Park Jong-doo back while looking at him and said, "Stomping an ant is easy, but controlling your strength so you don't crush it is troublesome, you know?"

With his pupils dilated in astonishment as he stared at Zhang Cheng, Park Jong-doo reached out and grabbed the triangular military dagger, as if trying to stop himself from dying.
However, looking at Park Jong-doo, Zhang Cheng coldly smiled, pulled out his triangular military dagger, and shoved him heavily to the ground.
"Ah, ah, ah!"

Like a man on the verge of death, Park Jong-doo desperately clutched his wound, but he was powerless to stop the wounds inflicted by the triangular bayonet.

Holding a blood-dripping triangular bayonet, Zhang Cheng twisted his neck and said, "Run! Otherwise you'll die!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Li Xiyu, the escort team leader, immediately roared, "Let's go!"

Upon hearing Li Xiyu's words, the other surviving detectives all fled outside.

But at that moment, Zhang Cheng coldly said, "Still hiding? Come out!"

As soon as Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Li Daori stepped out from the corner, his face serious, and said, "You were not a member of the original experimental plan!"

"Of course not, after all, your modifications are far too rudimentary!"

With a disdainful look, Zhang Cheng twisted his neck and said, "Oh, it's been a long time since I've done anything. I feel like my body has aged."

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Li Daori turned and left, having no intention of fighting him at all.

However, seeing Li Daori about to leave, Zhang Cheng spoke up: "Just leaving like that? Don't you want to play with me anymore?"

"I have a reason to go back! Besides, I'll die if I fight you!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Li Daori could feel the oppressive aura emanating from him, like a wild beast encountering its natural enemy.
"Roar!"

The roar rang out again, and a figure suddenly leaped down from above.
Looking at the monster with its eyes stitched shut, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "No wonder it's a creature created from a bunch of hybrids, it looks like a 'hybrid' at first glance!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Li Daori felt offended.
However, sensing the pressure from the other party, he chose to remain silent.
Seemingly sensing the powerful heat energy, Alpha lunged straight at Zhang Cheng.
However, before he could get close, Zhang Cheng, who was snapping his fingers, used "Transformation" to immobilize him.

Seeing the twisted steel around him firmly holding Alpha in place, Li Daori was also astonished.
Because this power isn't something that can only be obtained through "transformation"!
"Recovery complete!"

With a disdainful smile, Zhang Cheng casually pulled out several items and stuck them around the area.

Seeing Zhang Cheng chewing on something while placing explosives, Li Daori looked on curiously, but the next second he almost lost his mind, because it was actually a "plastic bomb"!
After placing the bombs in the entire control room, Zhang Cheng watched Li Daori run away in a flash and couldn't help but say with disdain, "What a spineless coward!"

As they boarded the escape boat and left, Li Xiyu looked at his teammates, feeling a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.

However, after the special forces of the "Wolf Hunt Project" team boarded the ship, they discovered that there were no living people left on board.

"What about Alpha?"

Looking around in confusion, Wu Daxiong searched with a puzzled expression.
But when he led his team to the bloody final machine room, he was stunned, because it was full of bombs.

"Get out!"

With a hysterical roar, Wu Daxiong howled.
"Art is Patrick Star!"

Standing on the sea, Zhang Cheng excitedly activated the bomb.
But the next second, Zhang Cheng looked at the button and said, "Strange, why isn't it responding?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng pressed the buttons several times, his face full of confusion.
But just then, a sudden explosion rang out, and a sweeping shock came from afar. Flames tore through the darkness and burst forth with surging waves.

"Wuhu! May Mazu bless you!"

With his arms outstretched in excitement, Zhang Cheng stood on the sea and couldn't help but cheer.

(End of this chapter)