Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

He had the illusion that a red-hot iron blade was swinging back and forth a few centimeters away from his back...as if he could be burned at any time.

This feeling of being out of control made him a little irritable, and he picked up the walkie-talkie after waiting for less than three minutes.

"Haven't you found out for me yet?"

"What's going on over there?"

blah blah...

There was a slight electric sound coming from the intercom.

"Hold on……"

There was a distorted and noisy sound, followed by a violent vibration and shaking, and then a loud and noisy explosion.

All the noise disappeared completely within ten seconds.

The intercom was picked up again, and a calm voice came from it.

"You can say it now."

The voice came through the intercom, making the old man feel a phantom pain as if a knife was stabbed into the palm of his hand. No emotion could be heard in the cold voice, it was as easy and cold as a sharp butter knife cutting through flesh.

"...Who are you?" the old man asked in a low voice, "This is my home. Breaking in like this is a crime!"

There was silence on the other end of the intercom for more than three seconds.

"You...are you qualified to talk about the law?"

The other person laughed, a faint laugh full of absurdity and surprise, and even a bit of hysterical madness.

"Stay there, shepherd."

"I'll be right back to you."

click!

The call is interrupted.

The old man slammed his fist on the coffee table.

His anger was multifaceted, because of the other party's arrogance, and also because his own identity was revealed in one word. This anger was actually mixed with fear.

As a shepherd who had been hiding for many years, when his code name was easily revealed by a single sentence, it was like an evil ghost that had not seen the sun for many years was dragged into the sunlight.

The sudden sense of fear filled the shepherd's eyes with rage.

"Everyone listen to my orders!"

His pupils lit up, like a glowing red halo.

Through the network of mental power, the shepherd gave orders to all his lackeys.

"Kill this man! He must die-!"

He put down the intercom. Even after giving the order, he still felt uneasy, so he stood up, walked into the indoor elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor underground.

Just as he walked out of the elevator, a huge roar that was beyond his expectations followed. The violent sound waves and huge vibration instantly knocked the old man to the ground, leaving him with a bleeding head.

……

This is a small suburban town in Nanling City.

In fact, it has long been transformed into a resort with luxurious scenery.

Shepherds make money from their cattle and sheep.

His abilities are very useful, so naturally he can easily control and concentrate the wealth of most people.

Therefore, in this small place on the outskirts of the city, there is a high-rise building with twelve floors.

The top of the tall building is shaped like a huge clock face, and a human figure is crawling on the top of the clock tower.

He held a sniper rifle in his hand, turned on the infrared scope, and captured a lone figure.

There was a faint turbid blood color in the lackey's eyes. He held his breath, aimed the muzzle of the gun at a point in his sight, and also aimed at the almost defenseless silhouette.

Just before his finger was about to pull the trigger, a dull sound made him distracted for a moment. He subconsciously turned the sniper scope and looked at an object that was emitting extremely high temperature.

Its shape looks a bit like a car.

Tanker truck.

It was moving, but no one was in the driver's seat.

Inside the tanker truck, some kind of violent chemical reaction was taking place, causing the outer shell of the tank to bulge and crack. The scorching temperature reflected a bright red in the infrared mirror... All of this proved its danger, like a fully loaded bomb.

The lackey reacted slowly. He immediately dropped his sniper rifle and prepared to stand up, but it was too late.

The locked steering wheel of the tanker truck caused it to speed forward, directly breaking into the main gate and hitting the main building sideways.

The first sound was a violent collision, followed by the sound of the shell's stress reaching its limit...

explosion!

A dazzling light came on, illuminating the entire night for a moment.

It looked as if a small sun was rising from the ground, but when you looked closely, it was not a sun but a mushroom cloud.

The scorching heat wave rampaged through the interior of the building. Even a twelve-story building had one-fifth of its belly hollowed out in an instant. The low buildings next to the tall building were set on fire, the walls collapsed, the ground cracked, and countless gasoline and various soaps, sugar and other industrial products were undergoing violent chemical reactions, splashing and igniting wherever they landed.

The roaring shock wave swept across an area of nearly a thousand meters, with flying sand and rocks. A dark mushroom cloud blew up from the cracks, and countless glass fragments fell down and melted into a transparent paste in the flames.

As for those who were involved, their fate was naturally needless to say. They were either turned into powder or burned into charcoal.

Is it better to live and be used as a tool to drain your value, lose your life and yourself, or to die in an explosion?

I arbitrarily chose the latter for them.

Because the former is not alive, but just a walking corpse.

It was as if the flames from hell were engulfing and burning the entire building.

Explosions are art.

The huge artwork is reflected as the flickering light in the eyes of the editor of fate.

Looking at the large fireworks that I spent an hour preparing, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He sighed with satisfaction: "...It's such a fucking relief!"

Chapter 50 Blood for blood

A tanker truck.

A nest.

Kill them all in one pot.

Modern technology is so convenient.

This saves a lot of effort and eliminates the need to deal with the opponent's astonishing number of lackeys.

However, in this way, I have killed quite a few people.

...No, to be precise, it would be more appropriate to say that it was the corpse that was killed.

...How can beating zombies be considered killing?

Never mind, it’s not important to talk about these.

Bai Yu kicked open the twisted and deformed door in front of him, and the already shaky iron door fell down completely, making a series of twisted and strange noises.

The belly of the entire building has been hollowed out, but its architectural structure is surprisingly still intact. It seems that the hollow building structure and the solid sunken foundation firmly support the wall structure and the weight of the building. The load-bearing columns have not cracked, but are slightly twisted and deformed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed an almost invisible thread that led to the elevator entrance.

He took a step forward and heard a scratching sound under his feet. A man in a black suit who was not dead yet raised his head, blood spurting from his mouth, with turbid bloodshot eyes and murderous intent.

Bai Yu shook his head. There was nothing much to say about the corpse. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he stopped, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it away.

A stone became a deadly throwing weapon, directly piercing the head of the lackey lying in ambush in the corner.

Red and white splashed out.

Bai Yu kicked the elevator door directly, causing the alloy to twist and deform. He didn't know how much strength he had now, but he probably wouldn't lose to Yuan Zhisheng in the King Bone state. The latter could smash the bronze door with his bare hands, so he could also kick the alloy elevator door to pieces with one kick.

The elevator shaft led downwards, and it looked like it was very deep underground. I grabbed the strong steel rope hanging there with my bare hands, swung my body downwards, and soon reached the deepest level underground.

Breaking through the alloy door, we went straight in. The entire underground decoration style used a lot of mahogany decorations and red carpets. Although it was underground, it was brighter than the ground, and the induction lights illuminated the empty ground.

The smell of burning fire wafted through the elevator shaft, and Bai Yu was covered in the lingering smell of gunpowder.

His gaze spanned hundreds of meters and saw the person standing in the empty basement.

It was the first time for both parties to meet.

It's not the first time we've met.

Bai Yu inexplicably felt somewhat familiar.

Red silk thread was wrapped around his neck, circle after circle, like the punishment given to a hanged person.

It's him...

Bai Yu walked forward calmly, his footsteps echoing in the overly spacious underground area. There were only rows of load-bearing pillars here. White light poured down, casting one huge white spot after another on the ground. Walking on the white spots, one could hardly see his shadow, and the man and the shadow merged into one.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Bai Yu politely opened the conversation by saying, "I actually don't mind playing a game of cat and mouse with you."

The shepherd was leaning on a crutch in both hands, but he stood straight and did not need it to maintain his balance. Although his hair looked gray, he did not look old at all.

The crutch in the other person's hand is just a symbol.

Ambitious people never grow old.

The shepherd asked in a deep voice, "Have we met before?"

"Strictly speaking." Bai Yu thought for a moment: "This is the first time we meet... I hope this will be the last time."

The shepherd continued, "Do you have a grudge against me?"

"Do you ask the same question to every person who asks you for a debt?"

Bai Yu flexed his wrist and said, "Don't you know whether I have a grudge against you or not? Even if I don't, do you think you don't deserve to die?"

He took a step forward. "You sit in your luxurious villa, sipping red wine, shaking your glass, chatting and laughing, while those good people who stick to their jobs die one by one, filled with hatred. You look down on them like ants, and you can destroy everything they have with a snap of your fingers. But haven't you ever thought that one day these same people will be hanged on a rope?"

The shepherd was silent for a moment, then he smiled faintly: "Are you trying to say that you are a righteous teacher?"

The old man's eyes were sinister: "But when you came in, you killed countless people."

"Those people are your lackeys."

"But they're still alive. Haven't you considered the consequences of doing this?" The shepherd grinned. "In all these years, I haven't personally killed many people. With just a few casual moves, you've killed more than ten times as many as I have... You want to call yourself righteous?"

Bai Yu agreed: "Yes, when I chose to fight violence with violence, I was no different from you."

Just like Mr. Kiryu, the knight breaks the law with force, and he also knows clearly that what he does is not just.

He whispered, "But this is also thanks to you... I could have been a good person."

His voice was neutral, neither joy nor sorrow. "Zhou Du, Zhang Cuishan, and the many others you turned into your running dogs were all people who could have been good people... They should have lived out their lives in their professions, been loved and respected, and lived on in people's memories decades later, becoming role models to inspire the next generation."

"But you trampled on all of that, took their lives, trampled on their lives, and destroyed their dignity and life creed."

"If I see so much beauty in these people, I see so much distortion and viciousness in you... For this reason alone, you deserve to die a thousand times."

"I'm not a messenger of justice. I'm just asking for a debt from you...for them, for myself!"

He spread out his palm and beckoned to the shepherd.

"You wantonly play with other people's lives, relying solely on your own strength."

"This is also an important lesson you taught me. Human nature is evil. If you want to protect your kindness, you must become even more evil."

"Come, shepherd..."

He whispered, "I hope you don't die too quickly! I've already given you enough time to delay..."

The toes touch the ground, like a flash of light.

Footwork: Shrinking the Earth.

Bai Yu closed the distance in an instant and was already within ten steps. The sound and figure arrived almost at the same time.

"Wait any longer, you won't survive more than three seconds!"