The first unfortunate fellow then let out a strange sound from his throat, which sounded somewhat like a rooster with its neck stuck.
The loud noise in front of them didn't bother the two people who were focused on their work. Perhaps the call of death was particularly penetrating, because both of them actually raised their heads, wanting to see what was happening on the other side.
They saw Zhang Lei wrap a rope around the second person's neck, his arms outstretched. The person struggled desperately to pull the rope away, but his entire body was limp, hanging precariously from the rope. His hands barely managed to rest on it. His tongue grew longer and longer, as if about to spill out of his mouth, until finally his head slumped down.
The two areas that were just excited suddenly went limp with fright, and they scrambled to their feet, running towards the other side. According to medical reports, being startled at this moment can easily cause erectile dysfunction.
However, Zhang Lei wouldn't give them that chance to be impotent. He raised his hand and threw a stainless steel ball, which hit one of them squarely on the side of his head, and then, with a twist, struck the other one on the temple.
"Two shots in one go, yay!" No matter what, you have to learn to relax. Zhang Lei clenched his fist and pressed it down, making a celebratory gesture. He had never practiced this before, and to achieve such an unexpected and amazing effect on his first try was definitely worth celebrating.
Zhang Lei gave the rope a shake, sending the guy hanging on it flying like a spinning top. The corpse spun around a few times before crashing into the wall. Judging from the twisted shape of his neck, whether he was completely dead before or not, he was definitely dead now.
They were supposed to deal with everyone here before going to the front, but Zhang Lei couldn't suppress his curiosity. What kind of woman could make two men so engrossed?
When Zhang Lei arrived, the woman was covering her breasts with her torn top. They were white and still had a certain three-dimensionality, but they were probably distorted. In any case, Zhang Lei didn't think she could arouse anyone's desire to rape her, or maybe the Japanese devils were just indiscriminate in their hunger.
"Ariador, ariador..." The woman lay on the ground, repeatedly expressing her gratitude, her somewhat unfocused gaze gradually gathering.
Her third utterance was cut short, as if she had slammed on the brakes. Zhang Lei stepped on her neck and twisted it hard. "You're so ugly, and your legs are so short. Isn't this disgusting?"
Most importantly, her legs were spread apart, and the liquid flowing out from inside was so thick and yellowish-white that it was disgusting to look at. Moreover, Zhang Lei had no intention of leaving a single survivor, even though this face did not belong to Zhang Lei himself.
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Zhang Lei walked out of the alleyway. He was afraid of getting lost if he came out from the other end. He was already feeling a bit disoriented in Shanghai, let alone in this foreign land.
Smelling the faint scent of blood in the air, Zhang Lei stretched lazily, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. Unfortunately, the Tokyo night sky was gloomy, neither breathtakingly black nor dodged any bright stars. Wouldn't a glimmer of dawn have added some atmosphere?
The shop owner who had been peeking in this direction saw Zhang Lei emerge, his clothes perfectly neat. His expression changed, and he quickly pulled his head back inside, trying to lock him up again.
Zhang Lei had always suspected that he had some problems, otherwise how could those guys have appeared so coincidentally, and why did they not hesitate at all when they found their target?
However, even if it wasn't him, Zhang Lei didn't intend to let him go. This face certainly wasn't Zhang Lei's, but Zhang Lei was still using that face's ID to book a suite.
Before the shop door could close, Zhang Lei kicked it open. The shop owner, who was struggling to push forward, was sent flying backward by the impact of the door. Zhang Lei then dodged and slid through the crack in the door.
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Episode 3: The Bloody Path to Growth, Chapter 40: Battle (Part 1)
It took Zhang Lei a little longer to leave the store because he needed to threaten the shop owner into making two holes in the steel ball. He hadn't originally planned to let the shop owner know about this, as he wanted to keep his weapon a secret. But now, since he was going to kill him anyway, he might as well let him hear the Dao and die on the spot.
In this way, the rope marker is no longer two separate parts, and according to ancient Chinese beliefs, it should already be considered a weapon that has been blessed. Even if it cannot be considered a divine weapon, it has at least seen blood.
However, Zhang Lei still felt a bit disgusted when he tied the rope around himself. When the rope was strangling people, those guys were completely unhygienic, dripping saliva and vomit onto the rope. Even though Zhang Lei wiped it left and right, and the rope didn't absorb water, he couldn't avoid that feeling, even psychologically.
"Damn it, aren't the Japanese supposed to be very hygienic?" Zhang Lei cursed as he walked out of the store.
The owner lived in the attic of the shop and only thought about making a little more money at night. Yes, he did make a little more money, but he also lost his life in the process. In addition to the 200,000 yuan, all the other pocket money went to Zhang Lei, who didn't have enough pocket money.
The rope tags on Zhang Lei's body were tied according to the standard method. There was a knot under his ribs. As long as a special method was used to apply force, the knot would come undone, and the rope tags would all come off. They could be pulled out from either the sleeve or the trouser leg. Zhang Lei was not yet proficient in using them and could only use a few of the simplest methods. Once he became proficient, it would be almost an impossible task to completely avoid these rope tags.
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"Where did you go?" When Zhang Lei returned to the hotel, Linghu and the others had already returned.
"Oh, I'm going to buy something. Regarding the long-range attack you mentioned last time, I'm thinking about the possibility of battle, just in case!" Zhang Lei let a small section of the rope dangle from his sleeve and gently dangled it in his hand. "And I saw that if you want to find me, you can find me on this map. Our maps show our locations, so it seems we can communicate with each other!"
"Yes, but it's best to use that kind of communication method as little as possible. After all, we're on someone else's turf, it's not safe!" Linghu nodded, not saying much about Zhang Lei's unauthorized departure. He himself was also a superhuman, and knew that these people were all arrogant and would easily lose their temper if things didn't go their way. Didn't they see how those two deputy directors acted as officials?
“Now that you’re back, let’s discuss the steps of the operation. Our contact has already given us the information about the Hyuga Group. Usually, they send these captured people away on the 13th of each month, so we have plenty of time. But we not only have to rescue them, we have to rescue them before those bastards from the Silver Sword. So we must make our move tonight!”
To be honest, Linghu is absolutely unqualified as the person in charge of the operation. Liu Yun would be much better in leading it. Linghu has always been an instructor and has basically never organized any operations. On the other hand, although Liu Yun doesn't have many opportunities to participate in large-scale missions, he at least has a lot of operational experience.
Although Linghu Zaichong pretended to have a plan, even Zhang Lei, a novice who had never taken action before, knew that this action plan was no different from having no plan at all.
Fortunately, he knew a little, and added at the end, "When the time comes, everyone should act according to the situation and not be bound by the plan!"
He didn't let Liu Yun help him formulate the plan, partly because of face, and partly because there were many things that only the team leader could know, such as the extra card that Qian the Bald gave him, and the cover identity of the contact person, etc.
"Oh!" The three men and two women put their hands together and lifted them upwards forcefully.
Often, one plus one does not necessarily equal two; it may be greater than two, less than two, or even less than one. If this operation were carried out by only one department, they would certainly choose the most suitable time to act. But now, it seems that time has become the only option.
"Brother Liu Yun, do you think those two girls will be ruined by them?" Tian Xiao hugged Zhang Lei's arm. Now, without anyone saying it, she seemed to have gotten used to doing this. However, the first person she chose to talk to was still her Brother Liu Yun. In her eyes, Zhang Lei was probably more like a figurehead.
"Probably not. It's only possible if they don't want to sell them to the Middle East. Those guys in the Middle East are very picky about women. Most buyers are reluctant to accept women who have lost their virginity, and the price difference is too great. Besides, Japanese women, do you think they're like us Chinese? They don't care about that anymore!" Liu Yun didn't turn around; he was driving. He just sneered. He was clearly anti-Japanese.
“You can’t say that. If everything goes smoothly, they will soon be Chinese. The higher-ups have already agreed to help them obtain Chinese citizenship. From now on, they will be our compatriots!” Linghu’s head popped in from the side.
"And they should be original imports, otherwise that gangster wouldn't have thought of selling these sisters to the Middle East. Twin beauties, look closely, they're quite good-looking, they should fetch a good price!" Linghu took out photos of the twin sisters. "I've heard that Japanese women make great wives. Once they get Chinese citizenship, hehe!"
“However, Zhang Lei, you have a strong killing intent about you. Did you go out and kill someone just now?” Linghu, who was getting closer, sensed the difference in Zhang Lei. People with self-examination are usually much more sensitive than ordinary ability users.
"I just took care of a few Japanese bastards, it's nothing!" Zhang Lei said casually, but he also knew that killing people indiscriminately, no matter where he was, would not be approved by others. As a fellow superhuman, his bloodlust seemed to be stronger than others, so he quickly changed the subject, "Linghu, what should we do if we encounter the Silver Sword people and they succeed first this time?"
"Sigh, I don't know either, I have a headache, let's talk about it later!" Linghu rubbed his temples. Leading a team was not as easy as he had imagined. Being an instructor was more suitable for him.
"Wait, Qian the Bald has contacted us again!" Linghu took out the card that Zhang Lei had seen earlier from behind his back, drew a few lines on it, and put it into an iron box next to him.
"We don't need to worry anymore, Silver Sword's men have succeeded, but they've run into trouble too. Liu Yun, drive faster!"
Episode 3: The Bloody Path to Growth, Chapter 40: The Battle (Part 2)
"Okay, the target hasn't changed, right?" Liu Yun asked casually. In the time it took to say that, the car had already sped off at at least three times the speed it had been before. Behind them were two Japanese cars that had crashed into the shoulder of the road while trying to avoid them. The hoods of the cars were deeply dented. To be able to cause such damage at a speed of only a few dozen kilometers per hour, it was clear that Japanese cars were indeed not sturdy.
"This car is fucking awesome, Linghu. Do you know where he got it? When I go back to China, I'm definitely going to get one of these here!" Liu Yun slammed his hand on the steering wheel.