People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

The armor that appeared on Chen Ping'an's body was transparent, seemingly illusory, yet undeniably real. Hanks Gan and Hathaway had seen it on Lin Zhiyong before.

So they both knew what it was!

He was mentally prepared, after all, if Chen Ping'an could grant Mr. Lin Zhiyong the position of a Celestial Soldier, then he should certainly also possess the authority and ability of a Celestial Soldier.

Or rather, divine power!

However, apart from the two of them attending the ceremony that night, no one else has seen it!

They saw the two grenades that fell on Father Chen Ping'an's head just now very clearly, and then they suddenly disappeared!

Suddenly, a set of transparent, seemingly illusory armor appeared on Chen Ping'an's body, exuding divine might, which they could all see clearly.

When Robert uttered the word "miracle," those of them who were quick-witted actually wanted to say it too.

Not to mention, Father Chen Ping'an pulled two semi-automatic rifles out of his T-shirt, something even the Big Bang Theft Auto wouldn't do.

Hathaway was the first to react, and she became anxious: "What are you all standing there for?"

Are we just going to watch the priest and Robert go and fight the enemy?

"If the priest dies at their hands, we're finished!"

After saying that, she shouldered her shotgun and charged out of the tavern, chasing after Chen Ping'an, who had already run far away, and Robert, who was desperately chasing after her.

Behind her, the others suddenly realized what was happening, grabbed their guns, and rushed out in a swarm.

The assassin has escaped!

After quickly retrieving the drone, he picked up another item from the box—a miniature submachine gun—and, while on guard, turned and ran towards where he had parked his car.

So weird!

The drone's camera faithfully recorded what had just happened: the target suddenly turned into an armored man, and the two grenades he had thrown flew away!

We don't even know where it flew off to; it's vanished without a trace.

Since becoming an assassin, he has killed at least 20 to 30 people, making him quite experienced.

But now he finds that all his experience seems useless. What the hell is that?

The intelligence failures were serious, whether it was the target information provided by the client or the intelligence sources we gathered ourselves.

As I walked, I realized that running like this wouldn't work; the speed was too slow.

When his drone flew back, he saw the Eastern priest charging towards him with a gun at the speed of a racehorse on a western ranch.

But the drone contained bizarre footage of the target they were about to kill suddenly transforming. This footage couldn't be lost; it was evidence to be used in negotiations with the client and their intelligence sources.

But after running until he was out of breath, he realized that if he didn't throw away the drone's box, he might lose his life there.

So he quickly crouched down, opened the box, and with lightning speed pried off the drone's chip, stuffed it into his pocket, and ran.

Without the box hindering them, the assassin moved quickly, and the parking spot was less than 800 meters ahead.

As long as he could get on the car, he could get rid of that strange Eastern priest. He didn't believe that no matter how strange the Eastern priest was, he could outrun a car.

pity!

800 meters, that's too far!

Before he had run halfway, the strange Eastern priest had already appeared on the ridge.

Gunshots rang out, and a bullet whizzed past him, startling him. He didn't even have time to run; he rolled into a ditch not far away and then quickly crawled towards a bush.

God!

The person was at least 300 meters away. After running wildly, his breathing was still unsteady, and his heart must have been pounding like a drum. Yet, he was still able to shoot so accurately.

Is this guy not human?

If Chen Ping'an knew what he was thinking, he would definitely tell him with a smile that although he had been running all the way, his breathing was steady and his heart was not pounding like a drum.

So at a distance of three or four hundred meters, it's normal to be able to hit accurately.

If it hadn't been so rushed, and if the target hadn't been moving, he would have hit it just now.

If you miss, you're just not accurate!

Fortunately, he fired not to hit the target, but to suppress them and prevent them from escaping.

Sure enough, under his precise suppression of the enemy's shots, the assassin could only crawl in the crater and slowly move behind a clump of bushes.

However, the assassin thought he was very secretive, but the faint red light emanating from his body, full of strong hostility, gave him away.

The assassin knew he might not be able to escape. He only had one chance: to wait for the other person to come over and then kill him.

Run away before the others can surround them.

Otherwise, he, the ace of assassins, might have met his end here today.

He quickly pulled a small mirror from his pocket, gently extended it from the bush, and carefully probed the direction from which the Eastern priest had come from under the leaves.

Unexpectedly, a gunshot rang out, and the assassin saw the small mirror in his hand instantly shatter into pieces.

Fortunately, his hand wasn't injured; if his thumb had been hit, his hand would have been useless.

So accurate?

That's a little scary!

The assassin quickly pulled out two grenades from his person; these were the last two!

Although it's unknown what ability that Eastern priest used to prevent his two grenades from exploding.

But he believed that the armor emitting the yellow light couldn't be conjured up so easily.

still have a chance!

He pulled the pin on a grenade, held it in his hand, waiting for Father Dongfang to come over so he could blow his face to smithereens!

Having learned from past mistakes, the assassin realized that grenades could distract him, and even if the enemy could prevent the grenades from exploding again, his main weapon was the submachine gun in his right hand.

With a firing rate of several hundred rounds per minute, it's enough to turn the enemy into a sieve.

Unbeknownst to the assassin, Chen Ping'an had already spotted the submachine gun in his hand. His eyesight was so sharp that he could see two squirrels fighting from a kilometer away.

How could they not see the submachine gun in the assassin's hand!

Moreover, the assassin had just raised the mirror, trying to see where he was, but it was shattered by a single shot.

The assassins didn't dare to look up; they just lay on the ground, trying to sense which direction Chen Ping'an was approaching from.

But who exactly is Chen Ping'an?

Although he has never fought in a war or been an assassin, his current perception and sensitivity are many times greater than those of ordinary people.

Not to mention that he is currently wearing a hidden layer of transparent armor from the Yellow Turban Warriors.

This will allow him to face bullets more calmly and composedly.

He didn't know if his space could hold the bullets fired by the other side, just like it had held the two grenades earlier.

But he knew that the spatial distance for his items was 15 meters.

As long as he goes around to the target and sneaks within 15 meters, he can place the two grenades he just put into his inventory at the target's feet.

The assassin suddenly heard a soft sound at his feet. Looking down, he saw a grenade with the pin already pulled.

When did my grenade fall to the ground?

He stared blankly at the specially made grenade in his left hand, the pin already pulled out. It was still there!

Where did that thing on the ground come from...?

"boom!"