Chapter 23 The unique sense of relaxation
Zhou Zhengde sighed and talked endlessly in the video:
"The situation is indeed a bit bad. Mu Liang, you may not realize the seriousness of the problem."
"The attack you carried out on the 49th floor successfully attracted the attention of the Thirteenth Institute.
“We really didn’t expect that Wen Heisen, the third person in the Black Fire Gang, was actually a psyker, or a D-class psyker with enhanced body.
"We didn't expect that you could seriously injure him so easily. One of his eyes was crippled, and the blade that pierced his eye injured some of his nerves, leaving him unable to hide the injury... This helped Very busy!
"Now the higher authorities attach great importance to the Black Fire Gang, and the coalition forces encircling and suppressing the Black Fire Gang have stepped up their efforts. The heads of the thirteen stations stationed in Fortress No. 76 were given a direct warning by the consul.
"You don't know how much fun I had sitting in on this meeting! It was really refreshing!
"Thank you, my close comrade-in-arms!
"However, the person in charge of the Thirteen Fortress No. 76 who had already given up on the Black Fire Gang has just sent a D-class psyker and an E-class psyker. They have entered the Black Fire Gang's territory.
"There are at least two D-class psykers and one E-class psyker in the lower city now. The E-class one is relatively weak.
"They are here to catch you, and the Black Fire Gang will obey their orders. There are also people from the Thirteenth Institute here.
"You don't actually need to fight alone, Mu Liang, we have a common enemy and goal. I know you may mind that the core members of the Black Fire Gang can save their lives with a high probability, but this is the unspoken rule of the fortress. They say that the fortress needs These gangsters...although I also despise this matter, it is indeed true."
Zhou Zhengde sighed, his eyes full of helplessness:
"Anyway, you should come back first, it is relatively safe.
"I asked them to send you a simple text exchange. If you don't want to come back, you can also send me a message.
"We can carefully discuss what to do. I don't mind using your will to temporarily dominate our cooperation, because you are really... powerful beyond my expectation.
"Remember to write down the gift you gave me last time in the text exchange, so that I can make sure it is you on the other side of the text exchange, so that I can pay them the high final payment with confidence."
Chirp!
The simple holographic player stopped working and returned to the green fluorescent flashing state.
Wang Jixuan's expression was a little hard to describe.
Thirteen extra psychics were sent to capture him, and the thirteenth floor of the fortress was no longer safe...
He searched briefly in the middle-aged man's arms and soon found a small, boxy box with a screen and a simple nine-segment keyboard on the front.
Referring to Mu Liang's memory, Wang Jixuan quickly understood the operating principle of this thing and sent a message to Zhou Zhengde.
【02: After burning, take it with rice soup. 】
‘02’ represents the network number of the text chat device.
【01: Woohoo! They are so fast! Sure enough, they are the most elite mercenary team in the lower city! 】
Wang Jixuan: Why do these words seem to make sounds?
He could almost imagine Zhou Zhengde's exaggerated and perfunctory facial expression.
Wang Jixuan simply replied.
【02: There is no need to pay the final payment later. 】
【01: Why? What happened? 】
[02: They were ambushed by the Black Fire Gang. 】
Wang Jixuan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
Fortunately, in the spiritual world, only those bald donkeys have the commandment not to tell lies, and they do not care about this.
[01: Are you okay Mu Liang? I'm a little worried about your situation and I thought we could talk about it, this thing has a lot of power. 】
【02: How did you discover me. 】
Wang Jixuan thought for a while and added another question mark.
[01: It’s very simple. Mu Liang, you exchanged other gang coins into happy coins for too short a time and your actions were too intensive. The Happy City gang already locked your whereabouts yesterday. They took the initiative to find me and I provided materials to help you suppress it. Go down. Happy City sells the most information among the seven gangs. 】
Wang Jixuan secretly said it was a fluke.
It's really troublesome without Transfiguration.
However, the transformation technique is a high-level technique that can only be practiced in the Yuanying realm, so it is too early.
[01: I can help you. Our enemies are the same. We have fought together. Do you have any reason not to trust me? 】
[02: Thank you, but I still like to solve problems by myself. 】
[01: No, no, no, this is too risky. Your value is immeasurable. We should be more prudent. The Blackfire Gang now has a new D-class psyker. I remember I said this, but you didn’t Do you want to see the video I gave you? 】
【02: Viewed. Sitting still and waiting for death will eventually kill oneself, breaking through the clouds and fighting against the wind for life. 】
There was no message from Zhou Zhengde for a while.
Wang Jixuan was not in a hurry at all. He was thinking about what to do next, whether to advance or retreat. He had to make a decision now.
Go ahead, get a simple magic weapon as soon as possible, kill the Black Fire Gang BOSS and that Wen Heisen, and capture Wen Heisen's soul.
This inevitably involves certain risks.
Retreat and return to the thirteenth floor to practice for a few months until you are full of energy and ready.
But this is also risky, and he may be trapped. At the same time, he needs to rely on Zhou Zhengde's power. He will inevitably be controlled by others in the future. He may become Zhou Zhengde's disciple... which is extremely uncomfortable.
Wang Jixuan's uncle's voice sounded in his ears. The uncle seemed to be urging him to make more preparations, but after hesitating for a few times, he decided to follow his heart.
Then choose the third option!
That is, advance and retreat.
Ask Zhou Zhengde for limited help, make a disguise mask to hide your identity, and then find a way to sneak into the forty-ninth floor, investigate the Black Fire Gang boss and psykers, and never make a move without finding a suitable opportunity. We will go there later. Return the favor to Zhou Zhengde.
Wang Jixuan thought for a while and sent a message to Zhou Zhengde.
[02: I need your favor. 】
【01: Okay! very good! How many purge troops do you need? Or, I can directly ask my grandfather to mobilize the defense force! 】
[02: No, help me find an identity, preferably one that can change my appearance. I want to lurk on the 49th floor. 】
【01: Is that all? (_)】
Wang Jixuan leaned back and frowned at the character expression. How did this happen?
It's quite interesting.
After a moment, the square box vibrated slightly, and a line of small words popped up on the screen.
[01: I will answer you in an hour. I need to help you design a new identity, one that has a suitable reason to leave Midtown and join the gang in the Lower City. I also need to find a trustworthy guy to take you to the 49th floor... ...I hope that after this incident, we can talk openly. I feel like I am almost becoming your little brother now! 】
[02: You and I can be friends as if we were equals. Brother Zhou. 】
[01: Wait for my news and try to protect yourself. I want to know the miracle that happened to you. I'll send someone to you as soon as possible. Can you secure a joint location? 】
[02: Nighthawk headshot. 】
【01: Perfect joint point. 】
Characters no longer pop up on the screen of the square box.
Wang Jixuan breathed a sigh of relief and put the item in his inner pocket.
He doesn't want to make friends.
The lifespan of a monk in the golden elixir realm is 300 to 500 years, the lifespan of a monk in the Nascent Soul realm is 800 to 1,000 years, the lifespan of a monk in the Mahayana realm is 5,000 to 6,700 years, and the lifespan of a mortal is 70 years old.
If a mortal close friend dies, the Taoist heart will also experience waves.
"There's still a little trouble here."
Wang Jixuan glanced at the five hired members and thought for a moment.
If we have to think of ways to refine weapons later, it would be better to prepare more Happy Coins... Their equipment looks pretty good.
"excuse me."
…
The second day.
The waiter who came to clean the room was obviously stunned when he saw the four men and one woman covered with quilts on the bed, and then rang the service bell as if not surprised.
Um? Is there a lot of blood on the ground?
"Ah! Death... well, it's not a big deal."
The waiter frowned and complained, then turned around and called some helpers.
She hated cleaning up blood.
…
at the same time.
The spot where Nighthawk shot his head was in the corner of the low-rise buildings.
Wang Jixuan sat in the mezzanine between the upper and lower roofs, holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, and placed a bullet in the palm of his hand.
He was not in samadhi.
If you have any insights after entering concentration, you will enter the state of enlightenment. It is easy to lose your perception of the outside world and be immersed in the great road.
Wang Jixuan does not lack spiritual enlightenment. He is just using this posture to speed up the circulation of breath in his body and increase the speed of absorbing spiritual energy.
After several previous battles, his spiritual sense has improved significantly and can now cover a range of more than ten meters around him.
After the mastery of Qi training reaches the realm of gathering gods, the spiritual sense can transform into spiritual consciousness. As the cultivation level increases, the range of direct detection by spiritual consciousness will also continue to increase.
The more important point is...
There are no formations or boundaries in this world!
As long as his spiritual knowledge is successful, the enemy will have no way to hide, and evil will usher in its righteous nemesis!
Woo——
The roar of motorcycle engines sounded from the main road in the distance. A motorcycle turned off its high beam and slowly entered this slum neighborhood.
More than a dozen motorcycles were parked on the main road and gathered under a few street lights.
Wang Jixuan hid under the eaves and watched the situation on the main road.
Under the street lights, a dozen young women dressed in sexy and cool clothes were chatting and laughing while being alert. They were holding microfluids in their hands and wearing armed belts on their bodies. Most of them had their hair dyed in colorful colors.
Wang Jixuan recognized the Silver Party logo tattooed on the shoulders of these women.
Are they on guard for the motorcycle in front of them?
The person in front... Sure enough, she had already gone to the headshot of Nighthawk.
The Silver Party installed a huge billboard there, with a headless sniper painted on it and a bunch of graffiti with grimaces; the Silver Party did not skimp on the most precious electricity in the city and used several spotlights to illuminate it. on billboards.
Wang Jixuan chose to use this place as a joint point because the sign was easy to find and the surrounding environment was very suitable for a single person to hide.
The female motorcyclist who had arrived at the junction was driving slowly and in circles.
Hearing the low sound of the engine, figures in various buildings quickly closed their doors and windows.
Wang Jixuan held his chin and kept thinking.
To say that he wasn't worried about this being a trap would be a lie.
There is a ball floating on the shoulder of the female motorcyclist. This is an expensive reconnaissance and combat drone. It is also the confidence for her to dare to act alone.
She rode her bicycle around seven or eight times, and finally stopped slowly. She supported the motorcycle with her slender legs wrapped in leather pants. Several inarticulate mutterings came from behind the pure black helmet, which seemed to say, " Isn't he here?'
She tilted her head and shouted: "Boss?"
Wang Jixuan continued to stand still.
The female motorcyclist sighed a little decadently, and her body that remained in an upright sitting position relaxed.
She raised her hand and patted her lower back. At this moment, the lower abdomen that had been ignored by the tight leather pants and short leather jacket had a less obvious swimming ring.
Wang Daozhang took a closer look.
"Doctor Wei?"
The female motorcycle rider instantly turned her head, stood up, inhaled, and took off her helmet gracefully. Her long, wavy hair that had just been permed and dyed fell down.
(End of chapter)