I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

clang!

Another clang of metal clashing rang out.

Before the thug could react, he looked down and saw that the blade had snapped in two.

His brain also went blank.

Are you even human?

At this moment, Chen Zheng turned his head.

The thug's knees buckled instantly, and he knelt on the ground.

"No...don't kill me..."

Then, the two strongest thugs attacked from both sides, each carrying a thick iron pipe.

Chen Zheng raised his hands, grabbed the iron pipes in each hand, and gently twisted his wrists.

The next second, he slammed the two iron pipes, along with the two men, together with tremendous force.

The two thugs were trapped between the iron pipes and unable to move.

As soon as Chen Zheng let go, the iron pipe and Chen Zheng were smashed to the ground.

In the distance, three thugs with shotguns found a pickup truck bed as cover, lay down behind sandbags, and aimed at Chen Zheng.

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots rang out.

Chen Zheng's figure disappeared the instant the gunshot rang out.

The three gunmen were still aiming forward when they suddenly felt a gust of wind beside their ears.

By the time they realized what was happening, Chen Zheng was already standing among them.

The pupils of the three people dilated instantly.

Chen Zheng grabbed the barrels of the three hunting rifles with one hand and clenched his fist.

The metal barrel was crushed and deformed in his palm, and even the bolt was squeezed out.

Upon seeing this, the three gunmen immediately dropped the remaining gun butts and knelt down on the ground.

The entire process should not exceed three minutes.

The dozens of people who rushed up were all taken down.

Among those who fell, some had fainted, while others lay on the ground clutching their severed arms and wailing.

Some people clutched their chests, unable to breathe, and some even fainted from fright.

Chen Zheng stood amidst the wailing thugs, his hair barely disheveled.

The remaining seventy or eighty people were completely dumbfounded.

The first to collapse were the thugs who were hired temporarily.

These people were only after money. At most, they would engage in gang fights and bully ordinary people. They had never seen anything like this before.

One person, unarmed, took down dozens of people in three minutes.

The steel pipe hit him and bent over.

This is not human, it is the wrathful Vajra of the temple!

Someone threw something down and ran away.

Some people even knelt down on the ground and started kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Even members of the Dawa family themselves began to waver.

The older thugs exchanged glances but said nothing.

But without prior agreement, they all threw the steel pipes they were holding to the ground and crouched down to protect themselves from being crouched.

Among the group with machetes, one of the slightly braver ones was still hesitating.

I wanted to put down the knife, but I felt ashamed if I actually did.

Chen Zheng glanced at him.

The man instantly regained his senses, his hand jerked violently, and he dropped the knife to the ground.

In the end, even the core henchmen of the Dawa family couldn't hold on any longer.

A few minutes later, they all knelt on the ground.

Dawa Rob stood at the very back of the crowd.

He watched as his army of a hundred men, which he had spent a fortune and painstakingly organized, crumbled before the eyes of one man.

Chen Zheng walked through the crowd, step by step, toward him.

He walked slowly, but no one dared to stand in his way.

Out of fear, the thugs automatically made way for them.

In an instant, the passageway was filled with people kneeling.

Chen Zheng walked in the middle, his uniform spotless, his steps quite composed.

Just as he was about to reach Rob, several muffled gunshots suddenly rang out from inside the manor gate.

The gunshot came from a pistol, and it had the distinctive popping sound of a silencer.

Chen Zheng paused, his gaze turning towards the interior of the manor.

Rob also heard the gunshots.

His expression changed drastically, and he turned sharply to look at the gate of his manor.

A bad feeling rose in my heart.

Those people...

The people in those three vans...

Although he brought in the people from the White Egret Clan to help, it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized a fact that he had deliberately ignored.

Those people didn't come out to help him at all.

While their nearly one hundred men were being crushed by one person, they didn't step out of the manor.

Their goal is probably not to help themselves at all!

Then, two of Dawa's men rushed out of the manor.

Their clothes were covered in blood as they scrambled out.

"They killed people! Those foreigners are killing people!"

"They're burning things in the basement!"

Rob's body froze instantly, and the color drained from his face.

How many things did he do for Bailu? How much money did he pay?

In the end, in the eyes of the egret, he was no different from Gongjue Suolang and Qiangba Pingcuo.

It's ironic when you think about it; what makes me think I'm different?

Rob opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Chen Zheng did not hesitate.

He bypassed Rob and strode into the manor gate.

Inside the manor, chaos reigned.

Several of Dawa's security guards were lying dead in the corridor.

Some were shot in the chest, some were knocked unconscious by the back of the head; in short, they all lay motionless on the ground.

Thick smoke billowed from the basement, with a dark gray column of smoke rising from the stairwell, carrying a pungent smell of burning chemicals.

The people of Bailu are burning something.

Chen Zheng rushed down the stairs immediately.

The staircase was narrow, with rough stone walls on both sides.

The air became increasingly polluted, and the smog grew thicker.

At the corner of the basement entrance, he bumped into the egret's people.

Six people.

Fully armed.

They were all wearing black tactical vests, had silenced pistols, and tactical knives hanging from their waists.

Two of them were also strapped with makeshift explosive devices, gray cubes attached to their chests, and red fuses wrapped from their armpits to their backs.

If they are unable to move due to being knocked down, they will simply blow up the entire basement.

This group of people is more professional than the four White Egret agents that Gongjue's family brought before.

The movements are more coordinated and the positioning is more reasonable.

They are clearly combat personnel who have received more rigorous and systematic training.

The two sides met in a narrow corridor.

The White Heron agents reacted quickly. The leader raised his gun the instant he saw Chen Zheng.

Puff puff.

The silenced pistol fired in quick succession, and three bullets flew close to the wall.

Chen Zheng slid forward along the wall, his body shifting to the side.

The bullet grazed past his toilet and struck the stone wall behind him.

This corridor is too narrow, less than two meters wide, and it's a bit cramped for two people to walk side by side.

For ordinary people, this environment is extremely unfavorable. There is no room to dodge, no cover, and whoever fires first has the advantage.

But for Chen Zheng, the narrowness was actually an advantage.

Because at this distance, there is no need to dodge.

Just get close.

Chen Zheng took two steps and stood in front of the nearest agent.

The man was still aiming his gun when Chen Zheng's right palm slammed onto the barrel.

Snapped!

The barrel was bent by a single blow, the entire gun body twisted and deformed, and the bullet got stuck in the deformed chamber.

The agents were dumbfounded when they saw this.