Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Wang Genji was eager to try, and the pimple on his nose became even redder and more congested.

The fat man waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, your brother Fatty and Brother Zhao are here! I know your capabilities. You just need to keep an eye on the other side's movements from the shadows."

Although Zhao Hao knew he was only a Black Iron 1-star, in Fatty's eyes, Zhao Hao's combat power was at least Black Iron 3-star.

Moreover, he knew that his brother Ritian was an old fox who was definitely hiding something.

So even if you consider it as a 4-star Iron-tier character, it's not a big problem!

In addition, he himself was completely unfazed even when encountering enemies at the Iron 5 level. His real concern, however, lay with the ordinary gunmen of the Italian Mafia. Too many of them would be a problem.

Upon hearing Fatty's words, Wang Genji objected: "Brother Fatty, at least let me have a go and join the battle!"

The fat man looked at him, knowing that the young man couldn't be suppressed too much, or he would rebel. He pondered for a moment and said, "Alright. I know your Earth-Walking Immortal ability. You just need to play it by ear. If you have the chance, launch a sneak attack. Most importantly, those Mafia gunmen are your responsibility. Is that alright?"

"No problem, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Wang Genji was so excited he almost jumped for joy.

Being young, it was like Zhao Hao was playing a game for the first time in his past life. He created a Taoist character in "Legend" and spent an entire afternoon burning insects in the Centipede Cave.

I was so excited! I even dreamt about burning bugs last night! I was already excited a day in advance when I heard we were going to an internet cafe.

Before they arrived at their destination, the fat man had Wang Genji and Zhao Hao introduce his skills.

With a hint of excitement and boastfulness, Wang Genji began to talk about his abilities.

The so-called "earth-walking immortal" is a kind of earth-遁法 (earth-遁法 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the earth).

It's stronger and more advanced than ordinary earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of technique that allows one to escape through the earth). It gives the feeling of a fish swimming in the earth.

Enveloping his entire body in his special spiritual energy, he plunges into the earth as if he were submerged in water, moving freely and without a trace.

Suddenly, he reached out from the ground, grabbed the enemy's foot, dragged him deep underground, and then threw him aside. Without the protection of the Earth-Walking Immortal's spiritual energy, he was instantly buried in the earth!

However, this technique is limited by lung capacity, since people still need to breathe.

I've heard there used to be special training methods that allowed one to hold their breath for 45 minutes, or half an hour. That's usually enough.

I've heard that some highly skilled practitioners can use the fetal breathing technique, breathing through the pores of their entire body. They can then stay in the soil or water for three days and three nights.

Of course, we live in a different era now. If you don't have good lung capacity, why don't you carry an oxygen tank?

In addition, Wang Genji said that he also has a skill of moving stones and mountains, which allows him to move stones, and even mountains!

It's the simplified, beggar-prepared version of the Mountain Moving Technique, where Red Boy moves five mountains to suppress Sun Wukong in Journey to the West.

Of course, this is just a minor spell; Wang Genji can only move stones weighing a few dozen kilograms at the moment. He can't move anything larger.

Zhao Hao also described his abilities, namely "Hundred-Step Fist," "Enlightenment Technique," and "Barrier Technique." In addition, he also knew some martial arts.

Wang Genji praised Zhao Hao repeatedly, regarding him as a magical superhuman.

Only the fat man secretly scoffed. Judging from Zhao Hao's ability to swing a barbell weighing dozens of kilograms thousands of times a day, if this guy didn't know any knife skills, the fat man would have eaten this car!

At this moment, the fat man began to introduce his abilities. It was the first time Zhao Hao had heard him mention them.

The fat man didn't say what his technique was called, but he did describe its effects.

"I can withstand light machine gun fire and close-range grenades. I can also resist some magic, psionic energy, and curses. Just think of me as a giant meat shield. As for my attack methods, my marksmanship is at least 99 out of 100, and I'll just fire the last shot when I feel like it!"

"I also know some minor folk spells that can restrain others. Unlike you, who all have established lineages, my minor spells are not very powerful and their effects are only so-so."

"Besides that, Fatty also has some good stuff, and his magical artifacts can also hold their own."

"I'll lead the attack, Ritian, you'll support me. Genji, stay in the shadows and act as you see fit, mainly to take out the gunmen first. Otherwise, things will be difficult here..."

It's clear that the fat guy is an expert at this kind of thing. He speaks fluently and logically, and his demeanor is neither excited nor nervous—he's a seasoned pro.

Moreover, the fat man seemed to know something about the Italian Mafia's superhuman.

"I, Fatty, had a brief encounter with them before. Those guys are no pushovers, especially the gladiators. They're incredibly troublesome! Luckily, we don't have any missionaries from the Holy See at this base, otherwise it would be even more difficult..."

In Italy, there is a special path called Gladiator, which is extremely difficult to achieve.

First, one must undergo nearly ten years of special training to become proficient in more than a dozen weapons.

Then you participate in gladiatorial combat, first fighting against other people. You have to stand out from a group of people and become the champion of the duel.

Then, they would fight wild beasts, slaying various creatures and bathing in their blood. Finally, through secret techniques, they would unleash their spiritual energy, enter the inner world, and choose a transcendent being for a one-on-one duel!

The winner will become a powerful and extraordinary gladiator!

This thing has a huge advantage in 1v1 situations. Psionic energy will enhance various combat advantages.

Wang Genji was indignant, feeling that Fatty was boosting the morale of others while diminishing his own, and muttered, "I'm not afraid of any foot fighters or hand fighters. I can burrow into the ground and they won't be able to touch me!"

The fat man chuckled: "What's wrong, kid? Do you think you Earth Immortals are invincible? Those powerful gladiators can even create a temporary dueling space with their spiritual energy! Only when one dies can the other emerge! Or they can both perish together. I heard that the core of their transcendent path can plunder the spiritual energy of their killed opponents..."

Wang Genji pursed his lips and remained silent.

In terms of direct combat ability, he's actually quite weak. He's passable against ordinary people, but he's at a disadvantage against most superhumans.

Not to mention superhumans who specialize in one-on-one killing.

If they really lock him up in some kind of gladiatorial arena, fighting to the death, he'll be the one who dies in the end! Even with an oxygen tank, the time he can stay underground is limited!

Zhao Hao ignored Wang Genji and asked the fat man, "What about the other extraordinary professions?"

The fat man shook his head: "Europe, after all, is a continent with thousands of years of extraordinary history, and countless extraordinary professions exist. While Italy has been foolish and naive in the last century, never winning a single game, their foundation is undeniable! They claim to be the direct descendants of Rome, inheriting countless legacies. Furthermore, they have close ties with the Papacy. Who would believe there wasn't some backroom deal? The possibilities are endless! Otherwise, they wouldn't dare challenge the Red Gate, vying for the top spot on the East Coast..."

The Red Gate's mobilization of troops, taking down more than a dozen large and small strongholds at once, could not possibly have escaped the notice of the Mafia.

Such a large-scale operation cannot be kept secret from the enemy. They are undoubtedly paying close attention! Especially considering they previously collaborated with an inside man!

Moreover, in the extraordinary world, many things are difficult to do quietly.

It's perfectly normal for a large organization like the Mafia to have a few prophetic superhumans.

But Zhao Hao didn't expect that the first thing he would encounter wouldn't be the Mafia...

The car began to slow down and soon came to a stop on the side of the road.

However, the Red Gate brother who was acting as the driver looked warily at a car parked on the side of the road and said sharply, "Looks like the henchmen of the federal government!"

Zhao Hao: I never expected to hear such a localized vocabulary!

When he looked closer, holy crap! It was a Colt!

Could the so-called "grandchildren of the federal government" be referring to the Secret Service? Or am I the "grandchildren" myself?

Zhao Hao got out of the car, and Colt rolled down his window as well. A very beautiful woman with long, wavy hair was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure you want to get involved? You're an agent of the Secret Service," Colt asked.

Zhao Hao nodded: "Of course, but first and foremost, I am a Song person."

Cole nodded. "Okay, I knew it. Luckily you're only a Level 0 Temporary Agent."

Zhao Hao: You might as well just say I'm the scapegoat!

Colt: "Don't go too far, don't make a scene."

Zhao Hao: "Understood."

Seeing that Zhao Hao and the fat man were already walking towards a small house in the suburbs, Colt whispered from behind, "Be careful, those Italians are ruthless!"

Zhao Hao waved his hand without saying anything.

In the passenger seat of the Colt, the woman with long, wavy brown hair asked, "Do you think what he's doing is a good thing?"

This is another Level 3 agent from the Liberty City Operations Department, Marina.

As Colt wrote "Review Passed" on the report, he said, "I think it's fine. It's like I'm a Secret Service agent, a good son to my mother, and a fan of the Freedom Rockets—there's no conflict. We can't completely abandon our other identities, so why be so demanding of others? By the way, would you like some pizza?"

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Chapter 107 The Italian's Illusion

This place is located in a remote area with inconvenient transportation. The only unique feature is that it is very close to the railway tracks.

Few people know that this seemingly neglected and abandoned warehouse area is actually a drug warehouse for the Mafia.

These places always have at least dozens of kilograms of various powders, pills, and ice, as well as some cash and various firearms. They are considered one of the Mafia's most important sources of revenue.

Because it's so important, it's naturally heavily guarded. During this special period of conflict with the Red Gate, it's protected by superhumans. They were just transferred from the mainland last month.

Because extra vigilance was required at this time, the number of gunmen was increased to eighteen, in addition to about twenty thugs.

There were three of them, including Zhao Hao.

The driver has already left; we agreed to meet at a certain place at a certain time. He was only responsible for driving, not fighting.

At this moment, Wang Genji demonstrated his value to Zhao Hao. As an Earth Immortal, he was extremely sensitive to the tremors of the earth.

He squatted on the ground with his eyes closed, one finger pointing at the ground...

Zhao Hao sensed a very subtle and very small amount of spiritual energy.

In the demon hunter's perception, a burst of blue spiritual energy appeared at Wang Genji's fingertip and spread along the ground. The color became almost invisible at a distance of about two meters. Zhao Hao's perception couldn't detect it even a meter away from the fingertip.

However, this spiritual energy spread along the earth throughout the entire building.

Wang Genji "saw" the general structure of the small building and the people inside.

"The entire building has only one entrance and exit, and there are very few windows. There is a basement, but it has been specially arranged, and I can't find out anything about it..."

"There are four gunmen at the entrance, two in the open and two in the shadows. In addition, there are two thugs. There are about twenty thugs, most of them on the first floor..."

"There were more than a dozen gunmen on the second floor, and I could sense a lot of long and short guns."

"Third floor... There are superhumans on the third floor. Three of them! Wait, what did I trigger! I've been discovered!"

Wang Genji opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Hao and Fatty apologetically, "Sorry, Fatty and Zhao, I alerted the enemy."

The fat man patted him on the shoulder: "What are you talking about! You did a great job. You think they didn't know we were coming? It's good enough that you could find out their general plans."

“We’ll proceed according to plan. You handle the ordinary people. You heard what that bald guy said; he’s the head of the Mystic Bureau in Liberty City. Minimize casualties among ordinary people. Leave those to the gang; we’ll only deal with the superhumans!”

At that moment, in the three-story building, a short-haired old man in his fifties stood up. He shook his linen robe, tapped the ground with his wooden cane, and said, "Someone's coming."

Meanwhile, in the other two rooms, a burly, blond man in armor had a broad knight's sword draped at his waist. Another burly man with short, flaxen hair wore a red cloak…

The gunmen and thugs on the second and third floors suddenly heard an old voice say that someone was coming. After a moment of surprise, they hurriedly called to each other, those with guns grabbing their guns and those with machetes grabbing their machetes.

The whole building suddenly became abuzz with excitement.

Meanwhile, the old man in the linen robe had already arrived at the basement, which Wang Genji could not detect, through a hidden small elevator.