The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

"Old fox, still trying to pull this trick on me." Zhou Ming observed the distance with his unique vision and said coldly.

This is a real world. Zhou Ming never considered himself a very smart person. On the contrary, he clearly recognized that he was someone who was easily angered.

A person's approach is sometimes quite simple, but they tend to stick to it.

Knowing full well that he was easily misled, Zhou Ming naturally had a way to deal with it.

The fact that Zhou Ming constantly imagined himself being deceived was one of the reasons why he was never caught throughout the year.

Jing Quanguanghui has been undercover for over a year, during which time he has provided intelligence on numerous occasions, especially regarding the whereabouts of the Special Higher Police Chief.

However, because of this, Zhou Ming had already assumed that Jing Quanguanghui had been exposed, and since that mission, all intelligence about him had to be viewed with suspicion.

This time was no different, and sure enough, a new discovery was made.

Zhou Ming squinted his eyes, and the Bloodhound's special sense of smell came into play, transforming a unique visual perception into a special structural diagram in his mind.

"Four unfamiliar scents have appeared around that old Japanese devil, three of whom are superhumans." A map, resembling a gaseous state, appeared in Zhou Ming's mind, from which various information was extracted.

"The last one was about 55 years old. He smelled strongly of gunpowder, a deep stench of blood, and the aura of a cursed spirit. He exuded a cruel and violent aura..."

A cold glint appeared in Zhou Ming's eyes. There was no mistake; that old guy had already arrived and was secretly hiding inside the Special Higher Police Department.

"It was fake news. Why not wait a little longer? There are still more than five hours until the evening ferry... The news of leaving is also fake?" Zhou Ming suddenly realized.

Inside the Special Higher Police Department, in a luxurious room converted from a solitary confinement cell, a Japanese lieutenant general is raising his glass to toast a Japanese soldier.

"Lieutenant General Gu Fu, I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."

Gu Fuchang drank it down with a sullen expression. It was clearly a great opportunity to make a name for himself. If he had persisted for a few more years, he could definitely have been promoted to general.

Now he has been recalled to his home country, which is really frustrating and depressing for him.

But he had no choice but to go back.

“Those damned Chinese bastards dared to force their way through the army. General Asaka was injured because of them. If it weren’t for that, we wouldn’t have needed to be recalled!” Tanifuji Nagatoshi said angrily.

"Lieutenant General Gu Fu, the Chinese Republic of China government is indeed weak and powerless, but their superhuman strength should not be underestimated. A mere Blood Demon has already given the military a lot of headaches, let alone the entire superhuman world," the Japanese lieutenant general advised.

"Moreover, besides considering the personal safety of the generals, there is also the international repercussions..."

Just as the two were talking, footsteps approached.

The three Japanese soldiers standing next to the two immediately looked over, and then saw a young officer walking over.

"Sir, the ship will depart in one hour," the young officer said.

"Lieutenant General Gu Fu, it's time to part ways..."

On the rooftop, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and the aura he had been locking onto stirred.

Several blood eagles flew in from a distance and began to observe and lock onto the target from multiple directions.

Meanwhile, Takeshita Akira, along with more than 80 Blood Demon soldiers, hid in a grove of trees, keeping a close eye on the Japanese special forces in the distance.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from behind. Takeshita Akira turned around and saw a blood eagle flying low overhead.

The Blood Eagle flew through the crowd and landed in front of Takeshita Akio, extending its sharp claws to write words on the ground.

"Capture Nomura Jiichi alive!"

Upon seeing these six large characters, Takeshita Akira immediately knelt down and said, "Yes!"

He then stood up, looked at his men on both sides, and showed them his watch, saying, "Based on the current time, we'll make our move in five minutes. You two go and inform the other two sides."

"Yes!" the two blood demon soldiers nodded in response.

They got up and ran off to opposite sides, one to inform the eight members of the Electromagnetic Cannon crew, and the other to inform Koike-kun.

At this moment, Nomura Jiichi's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water; after so much time, he had finally come to his senses.

They were used as bait.

Nomura Jiichi wanted to return immediately, but he couldn't. This time, their mission was to assist the military police in welcoming and protecting the lieutenant general.

He was not the leader of the team and had no right to lead them back.

He glanced at the military police unit next to him; there were only about 30 people there, but the dispatched army led by the military police consisted of a full 500 people.

These teams all gathered outside the city, solely to guard against the Blood Demon.

"Even I can see it's a trap. The Blood Demon should have left by now, right?" Nomura Jiichi thought to himself, trying to hypnotize himself.

But the lingering sense of danger reminded Nomura Jiichi that things were not over yet.

"boom!"

Suddenly a sound rang out, and a surging fireball flew down from the sky.

Nomura Jiichi's vice-captain, a Japanese soldier with a mustache and a fan in his hand, stepped forward and suddenly waved the fan.

A sudden gust of wind appeared and rushed towards the burning fireball.

The two collided, and the fireball shattered instantly, but the resulting gale-force wind transformed into a burst of flames that rushed forward.

The Japanese soldier holding the fan's expression changed slightly, and he stepped forward and fanned himself twice more.

But a faint light flew by quickly; it was a Qi arrow, aimed directly at the vice-captain's head.

"Bang!" The vice-captain, covered in cold sweat, watched as the Qi exploded before his eyes.

The image of Hachiman appeared beside Nomura Jiichi behind him, staring at the distant ranger with a sinister expression.

"This person isn't him, so how could he have the same abilities?" Nomura Jiichi thought to himself.

But the siege had already begun, leaving him no time to think it over.

The sound of raging flames filled the air as a fire-breathing figure, seemingly powered by a jetpack, rapidly attacked from a distance, hovering between low-flying and long-range attacks.

This is the umpteenth generation of Fireball, a card that has been fused with other Fireballs, and one of the three people who had a minor epiphany this year.

Perhaps because so many people died, the predecessors who merged left behind profound legacies. After half a year of hard work, this generation of fireballs also had a small epiphany amidst all the information about burning and self-destruction.

【Burning Body】A controlled training method for suicidal bursts of power, reducing the degree of self-burning, thereby enhancing the flames and entering a special amplified state of body burning.

Fireball was engulfed in flames, and its feet moved like jet engines, dodging enemy attacks at incredible speed.

Chapter 112 [Bronze Warrior] and the Thunder Ring

"Da da da!"

The Japanese machine guns roared incessantly, chasing the rapidly advancing fireball.

Balls of fire were thrown out by the fireball, and with its fat content, it could burn itself for five minutes without being damaged.

Meanwhile, the ranger hid behind Pikachu, firing wildly with his bow and arrow.

"Ding ding ding!" The crisp sound rang out continuously.

The bronze armor on the pickup truck blocked bullet after bullet without causing any damage, and even consumed very little energy.

"Hahaha, you damn Japanese devils, your guns are useless against me." Pikachu laughed and walked forward.

He was the last of the eight to achieve enlightenment this year, entirely because Wang Wen left behind a sufficiently accumulated legacy. This generation of Pikachu suddenly had inspiration during his rapid learning and realized the complementary second level of skill.

The advanced technique for the Iron Warrior, the Bronze Warrior, does not fundamentally change the Iron Warrior's foundation; it is more like a supplement and improvement.

The only change after the Bronze Warrior and the Steel Warrior are completed is in the transmission and application of vibrational force.

Pikachu felt the shockwave from the bullet, which accumulated unharmed within his body, ready to be released at any time.

As long as it doesn't exceed the limit all at once, the pickup truck will no longer be damaged by the shockwave.

"Buzz!"

A slight sound rang out, and Pikachu immediately felt a pain in his chest, instantly triggering a reaction as the shockwave within his body was suddenly released.

"Boom!" The ripples spread outwards from the pickup truck, stirring up the air within a few meters into a misty atmosphere.

The archer who was shooting from behind was startled and quickly dodged several steps to avoid being accidentally injured.

Nomura Jiichi stared in shock at the Pikachu shrouded in mist; the other vehicle had actually survived.

He was originally planning to unleash a powerful attack, piercing through the metal shell and killing the ranger behind him.

Completely unexpectedly, the opponent blocked the attack. Just then, Nomura Jiichi saw the Ranger jump out from behind.

Without a second thought, Nomura Jiichi nocked an arrow and shot it, a streak of energy arrow flashing past.

The ranger in the distance had just drawn his bow when he saw an incredibly fast arrow of energy. The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his head and lost his will.

"boom!"

Pikachu heard a thud behind him and looked up to see the Ranger lying on the ground. He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn, is this guy that strong?" Pikachu looked down at the gradually healing marks on the chest of his armor, his previous arrogance gone.

The electromagnetic cannon, its body crackling with lightning, charged into the enemy ranks at high speed, with rings of lightning flying out from its body.

"Ahhh!" As the lightning rings flew, the Japanese soldiers screamed in agony.

"Stop him!" an aged voice rang out.

Three bald, burly men blocked the three lightning rings.

The electromagnetic cannon immediately noticed the unusual behavior of the three burly men: their expressionless faces, as hard as iron plates, and their movements involving reverse joint locks.

"A puppet? You think you can ignore my lightning ring like that?" the electromagnetic cannon sneered.

The three lightning rings that had been caught reversed and encircled the three burly men, then quickly tightened.

It tightened rapidly, binding the three burly puppet men like steel rings.

Seeing the three burly puppet men ignoring the lightning on the lightning ring, the electromagnetic cannon frowned slightly. This ability was much less effective against these inanimate puppets.

Takeshita Akira was leading the Blood Demon soldiers in a rapid charge. They were a little far apart, since there were too many of them and they had nowhere to hide.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" A barrage of gunfire rang out continuously.

The Japanese soldiers of the expeditionary force kept firing at the rapidly charging Blood Demon soldiers, watching these devils rushing towards them while carrying machine guns and submachine guns.

The dispatched army, facing the Blood Demon soldiers for the first time, had already caused some unrest.

Although the Blood Demon soldiers numbered less than 200, they managed to suppress the more than 500 Japanese soldiers.

Takeshita Akira and dozens of other high-ranking Blood Demon soldiers of level three or above charged towards the Japanese special forces.