Centered on the small villa, the area between the surrounding villas became a sea of blood and flesh, with countless corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. Most of the corpses were so badly mutilated that they didn't even have a complete head left; they were almost all ground into mincemeat.
This is the principle of an assassin: to take the life of the target with every strike, and the only standard for judging whether a target is dead is to cut off their head.
In addition, whether it's piercing the throat or piercing the heart, these seemingly fatal wounds can unexpectedly leave survivors.
The only way to kill someone is to cut off their head... unless something supernatural happens, even the toughest person will surely die.
"Devil...kill that devil..."
Before the soldiers who were a little further away could react, they saw that those who had walked ahead of them had all turned into headless corpses in the blink of an eye. Seeing the bloody mess on the ground, many of them couldn't help but throw down their guns and squat down to vomit.
After all, even veterans who had been on the battlefield and experienced life-or-death trials had never seen such a tragic scene. Everywhere they looked, there were corpses, so there was nothing strange about it.
Since it's war, death is inevitable. The result is either you die, I die, or both sides die together... But while we've seen many dead people, no one has ever seen so many dead people die so tragically.
Among the thousands of corpses scattered on the ground, not a single head could be found intact. The lower limbs of each corpse were mostly intact, but the heads were all gone, turned into disgusting piles of minced flesh covering the ground. I believe that even the legendary eighteen levels of hell could not be as terrifying or shocking as this scene!
Most people who witnessed this scene were on the verge of collapse. However, a small number of people were further aroused by their inherent ferocity and killing intent. They immediately disregarded the orders from their superiors to capture the enemy alive, and impatiently released the safety on their weapons. They then unleashed a barrage of fire at the lone figure standing in front of the villa, a figure that seemed to hold off ten thousand men.
Zhuihun was naturally prepared for this. With his abilities, he could have controlled all thirty-six minor magical artifacts at once. However, he had only released twenty-four of them, leaving a portion of his strength for self-defense. When he saw someone attacking him, he didn't panic. Instead, the box he was carrying, which appeared to be half empty, trembled slightly, and dozens of dark lights burst out from it. In the blink of an eye, these dark lights intertwined in the air, forming a net-like shield. Then, the shield began to spin around Zhuihun's body at an extremely fast speed.
Because the shield rotated extremely fast, others couldn't see its existence at all. At most, they could only see that a faint mist seemed to cover Zhuihun's entire body, making his figure appear somewhat hazy.
Although the shield released by Soul Chaser is a mesh structure woven from steel bars, it seems unable to cover the whole body because the holes are too big. It is likely that bullets fired by the enemy can easily enter through those holes.
However, although the shield's structure is not very tight, its speed is so fast—many times faster than ordinary bullets—that even if a bullet happens to be able to enter through the hollow part of the mesh shield, it will never have a chance to actually penetrate through the mesh due to the shield's rapid rotation. It will be instantly shredded into metal powder.
So the next moment a miracle occurred. Countless soldiers all around began to fire wildly at the Soul Chaser, but the man stood motionless in the ground, looking like a complete idiot.
But... when the bullets they fired hit the man in a string, they inexplicably disappeared. From beginning to end, they left no mark on Zhuihun's body. The bullets just vanished into thin air, disappearing in an extremely strange and bizarre way.
Soon... a sharp-eyed person noticed that a layer of shimmering metallic powder had appeared half a meter away from the Soul Chaser.
The fineness of these metal powders was astonishing, resembling meticulously processed flour. This layer of metal powder continued to thicken with the constant attacks from all sides, indicating that... these were clearly the bullet heads that had struck him... all transformed into this state.
"A monster...a monster..." Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but let out a heartfelt sigh of resentment. How could they have encountered such a perverted creature...is this something that humans could do?
The soldiers participating in this mission today are all elite troops who have undergone rigorous training. Almost every soldier among them has been baptized in blood and fire. Even in today's peaceful times, the people of the United States, who consider themselves the world's policeman, can always find places for them to train. Therefore, almost all of these people have experienced life-and-death tests.
But faced with this cruel scene before them, they suddenly realized that... the hell of life and death they had witnessed before was simply like heaven.
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 618: It's All Garbage
Military personnel fell in droves, and several planes crashed simultaneously, but the ruthless killer on the other side seemed like an invincible demon. How could this battle possibly continue...?
Smith, the M Army officer in charge of the ambush, was clearly aware of this as well, knowing that it was a mission that was simply impossible to complete.
Originally, the only person they were most worried about and on high alert was that little boy. After recognizing that the little boy was the Chinese boy who had single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of M soldiers in the last dock incident, he immediately reported the news to the military high command.
He originally thought that once the military leadership learned of this scourge's arrival, they would no longer force them to continue their operations. However, to his surprise, the high command was unusually excited upon learning of the Chinese boy's appearance. They immediately ordered him to hold the Chinese boy back no matter what. They did not expect him to be captured or killed, but at least they should keep him occupied and prevent him from escaping.
We must do this regardless of the cost and consequences, even if it means the deaths of many people.
Smith felt helpless. Wasn't it just asking for trouble to send ordinary soldiers to their deaths to stop this ruthless Chinese boy? And even if all these soldiers were to sacrifice their lives, they might not be able to stop him for even a moment.
You know... that Chinese boy can fly, so what use are all these soldiers if we have more of them?
Left with no other choice, Smith had to mobilize all the military forces stationed in Mo City. Unfortunately, there was no air force base in Mo City, so he could only send out the few helicopters in the military camp, arm them simply, and use them as an air blockade force. Meanwhile, a large number of the remaining army troops were all mobilized and rushed frantically toward the villa.
In fact, to serve as a deterrent, Smith even drove the missile vehicle from the military base directly here.
The orders from above were simply to find a way to stall the Chinese boy and keep him in place for as long as possible. Therefore, although the missile vehicle was very powerful, Smith did not dare to launch the missile at the villa rashly.
Putting aside whether the missile would actually pose any threat to the Chinese boy, even if it could kill him, Smith wouldn't dare give that order... After all, the order clearly meant sending experts to try and capture the Chinese boy alive. If Smith actually killed him, he would likely not only fail to gain any merit but also be punished...
But it only took a few minutes... Thousands of soldiers fell inexplicably to those streaks of black light that were as fast as shooting stars, and the helicopters didn't even play a single role before falling from the sky, with one even crashing directly into someone's yard.
The helicopters that crashed in other places all exploded upon impact, turning into piles of scrap metal, but the helicopter that landed in the villa's yard was completely intact.
It's obvious that they did this on purpose; they wanted to leave this intact helicopter so they could use it as transportation later...
Despite all that has happened, the Chinese boy that Smith fears most seems to have yet to make a move. Yet, this middle-aged man with a cold expression stands in front of the villa, seemingly holding off an entire army single-handedly, and no one can take an extra step in front of him.
No matter how powerful the attack, it was like tickling the person when it reached them, and it couldn't cause any harm at all.
This fight is truly out of the question.
Smith sighed helplessly, seeing that he had no more usable forces left. Although some ordinary soldiers were still alive, the rest were mostly rookie recruits who had never even been on the battlefield.
Seeing the rows of headless corpses ahead, they were all terrified, their legs went weak, and many were so vomiting they couldn't even walk. How could they possibly go to the battlefield?
Left with no other choice, Smith gritted his teeth and sent out the two missile vehicles that were originally intended only as a deterrent.
They drove at a leisurely pace straight towards the villa.
Upon seeing these two menacing figures appear, Zhuihun immediately and decisively dodged to the side. He then turned back to look at Zhou Ziwei, who was still standing inside the villa, and gestured with his hand, clearly indicating, "It's your turn now."
“No problem…” Zhou Ziwei nodded, then opened the door and strode out.
The two missile vehicles drew closer and closer, finally stopping less than twenty meters from the villa. At this distance, they could see more clearly that neither vehicle was carrying anyone. These two missile vehicles had actually arrived using unmanned technology, suggesting that the other side genuinely intended to use them as bombs…
Zhou Ziwei had already scanned the two vehicles when they were far apart. The missile vehicle was fully loaded with genuine missiles. If the entire missile vehicle were to explode, one could imagine the terrifying consequences.
Just then, the five minutes that Zhou Ziwei had agreed upon with Robert's family were almost up. The group of people, young and old, each dragging a suitcase of varying sizes, hurriedly came out of the villa.
As soon as they came out, they saw such a shocking and visually stunning scene all over the street that they were so frightened that they almost fainted on the spot.
It's pitiful that they are just ordinary people. When have they ever seen such a bloody scene? Even if Robert's father-in-law and mother-in-law are older, they probably haven't seen a dead person many times in their lives. And even if they have seen one a few times, the dead people were either killed in car accidents or died of natural causes.
Never before has it been like this, with corpses filling the streets seemingly without end.
What's even more horrifying is that none of the corpses had heads; they were just mangled, bloody clumps, and the blood had practically stained the entire neighborhood red.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwei shook his head slightly and quickly gestured to Zhuihun, saying, "Could you help them get on the plane? I'm not asking you to do this on purpose, but you killed someone so horribly, look... you've scared my guests!"
Upon hearing this, Zhuihun rolled his eyes in anger, thinking to himself, "What kind of person is this... You were the one who told me to kill people, and now you're blaming me for killing too bloodily... How can killing so many people not be bloody? Do you think killing people isn't bloody? Maybe killing one or two people can be done in a more elegant and artistic way, but when it comes to thousands or tens of thousands of people, how can you not be bloody?"
Although Zhuihun was very dissatisfied, he was too lazy to argue with Zhou Ziwei at this moment. He simply snorted heavily through his nose, then turned around and clapped his Hundred Transformations, which immediately split into five dark lights.
This time, however, the dark light that emerged did not have any destructive power. Instead, it was like a series of soft, large hands that grabbed the people one by one and carried them onto the plane.
As for the original pilots and other crew members on the plane, they were still unconscious after being attacked by Zhou Ziwei's soul roar, and were all thrown out by the Soul Chaser like trash.
Just then, a deep voice came from the loudspeaker of a military vehicle far away, saying, "Respected Chinese boy, my superior officer has some things he would like to discuss with you, so... could you please wait here for a moment?"
Smith panicked when he saw Zhou Ziwei about to leave, but he was powerless to stop him. As for detonating the missile vehicle... Smith wasn't that crazy. After all, if those two vehicles exploded, not only would Zhou Ziwei and his group be blown into the air, but he... even though he was hundreds of meters away, he was still not safe.
So, left with no other choice, Smith had to tell the truth, hoping to attract Zhou Ziwei's attention. If Zhou Ziwei became even a little curious, he might impulsively stay and wait...
Unfortunately, Smith's hopes were quickly dashed. Zhou Ziwei was clearly not interested in Smith's words, or perhaps he had already sensed the hidden danger in them. He didn't even bother to acknowledge them. Seeing that Robert's family had been put on the plane, he immediately turned around, greeted Zhuihun, and then the two of them walked towards the plane together.
"My lord, Chinese boy, I hope you can reconsider carefully to avoid lifelong regret."
Smith was truly desperate this time, and couldn't help but threaten, "If you take another step towards that plane, I'll detonate those two missile trucks immediately... I know you have experience successfully intercepting hundreds of missiles, but this time is different. These missiles are on the trucks. As soon as I press this button, they'll all explode instantly, giving you no chance to prepare... I know that with your abilities and your bodyguard... even such a powerful explosion might not actually harm you. However... I think that under such a violent explosion, it would be quite difficult for the two of you to even protect yourselves. To protect those people... is probably impossible. So... I hope you'll reconsider carefully. Otherwise, if you really force me to use this deadly move, then... it will be too late to regret it. This would be very bad for both you and us, wouldn't you say?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuihun immediately stopped in his tracks. He knew that Smith was right. At such close range, if the missile vehicle were to explode, he and Zhou Ziwei would at most be able to barely protect themselves, and they could easily be injured if they were not careful. As for covering the others... at least Zhuihun did not have that ability.
Zhou Ziwei's purpose in coming here was to pick up this family. It's likely that Zhou Ziwei wouldn't want to watch these people die tragically in front of him. So... Faced with that guy's threat, Zhuihun had no choice but to stop for the time being and see how Zhou Ziwei would deal with it.
In Zhuihun's view, it didn't matter if the M army's high command had some kind of conspiracy. As long as he had Baibian in his hands, he might not be afraid to face the entire army of a country alone.
However, to Zhuihun's surprise, Zhou Ziwei remained completely unconcerned, seemingly ignoring Smith's threats, and continued walking towards the helicopter... But Zhuihun suddenly sensed strange energy fluctuations around Zhou Ziwei, and then... he was horrified to see black objects suddenly appear in front of Zhou Ziwei. These objects had not existed at first, but suddenly appeared one after another from the void.
These black objects were extremely small; even Zhuihun might not be able to see them without careful observation, let alone ordinary people. Zhuihun stared wide-eyed in surprise. He instinctively sensed that these black objects contained an energy that was very similar to spiritual power, but... although they were similar in essence, they were actually quite different.
What Zhuihun couldn't understand the most was... how could such an energy body, which was similar to spiritual power, appear directly in front of him as if it were a real object?
"Don't push me!" Smith roared almost hysterically, gripping a remote control tightly in his hand. He gasped for breath into the microphone, "I'm giving you one last chance. Stop right now, or... if you take another step forward, I'll..."
"What are you going to do about it right now?" When Smith made his final threat, Zhou Ziwei seemed genuinely scared. He actually stopped in his tracks, turned around, pointed at the two bulky missile vehicles not far away, curled his lip slightly, and let out a faint sneer, saying, "You think you can make me submit to you with these two pieces of junk?"
“So what if it is?” Smith breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhou Ziwei finally stop. He was convinced that these two missile vehicles had indeed made Zhou Ziwei hesitate. He sneered and said, “Sir, Chinese boy, my superior simply has something he wants to discuss with you in detail. This shouldn’t affect you, right? So… I advise you not to take the risk… otherwise, if my hand trembles even slightly, then…”
"So what?" Zhou Ziwei suddenly scoffed dismissively, "It's just a pile of garbage. You actually dare to threaten me with a pile of garbage... Haha... You're really naive!"
Smith, enraged, laughed loudly and said, "Sir, Chinese boy, you really have a big mouth... These are missile vehicles... They're equipped with the most advanced missiles currently in service with the US Army. Two of these missile vehicles together are almost equivalent to a small to medium-sized nuclear bomb. If these two missile vehicles were to explode here, I'm afraid even half of the entire city of Ermo would be wiped out. I say, sir, Chinese boy... I don't think that's the kind of result you'd like to see, is it?"
Zhou Ziwei smiled slightly and said, "If I say it's garbage, then it is garbage... If you don't believe me... I'll show you..." After saying that, a glint flashed in Zhou Ziwei's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, "Turn them all into garbage."
As soon as Zhou Ziwei finished speaking, Zhuihun saw that the strange points of light that had been floating around Zhou Ziwei suddenly flew into the air at top speed and flew to the vicinity of the two cars. Then, like a swarm of flies, they all rushed over with a "whoosh".
Then, a scene that astonished Zhuihun appeared. As the black dots suddenly rushed towards the two missile vehicles from all directions, the two missile vehicles began to fall apart in a bizarre way. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pile of fine powder, which actually became a pile of garbage, a pile of tiny dust mixed with countless elements.
Zhuihun stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long time…
On the plane, just as things were starting to return to normal, Robert's family, whose attention had been diverted by Smith's shouts from across the way, witnessed this bizarre scene and were instantly petrified.
Smith, in the distance, was holding the remote control device with a ferocious expression, his eyes filled with madness. He simply couldn't believe that what he was seeing was real.
He remembered... remembered that the information about Chinese boys had mentioned... Chinese boys, who were suspected of being proficient in hypnosis.
I must have been hypnotized by him. It must be this damn Chinese boy. How could he hypnotize me from so far away?
In short, I absolutely cannot believe him, it's fake... it must all be fake. How could two perfectly good missile vehicles turn into a pile of dust? This must be fake... I'll blow you up! You tried to fool me with this hypnosis, didn't you? Well, I'll really blow you up! Let's see what you can do now. You asked for this, kid.
"I'll blow you up, blow you up, blow you up..."
Smith yelled and frantically pressed the red button on the remote control again and again, but... even after he pressed the red button until it shattered, he still didn't hear the earth-shattering explosion he had expected...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 619: The Great Mantra
Whether others believe it or not, those two missile vehicles were indeed reduced to a pile of powder, a pile of powder that was no longer very harmful. Although there were still some flammable and explosive particles in it, they were directly decomposed into what they are now. Even if another bomb were thrown into this pile of powder, it would at most cause a fire. As for an explosion... that was simply impossible.
Zhou Ziwei calmly approached the helicopter, then leaped directly into the cabin.
The helicopter wasn't very big, and it would have been difficult to fit so many people in at once, but luckily there were two little kids inside... Oh... Actually, Zhou Ziwei was also a little kid, at least in terms of size he was much smaller than Ross.
However, now no one dares to treat Zhou Ziwei as an ordinary child anymore.
Furthermore... this plane still depends on Zhou Ziwei. Don't be fooled by the fact that Zhuihun can fly faster than a plane by himself; he really doesn't have the ability to pilot this thing. As for others... that's even more impossible.
So, apart from Zhou Ziwei, no one else could operate this plane. Therefore, after Zhou Ziwei boarded the plane, he naturally sat in the most spacious pilot's seat.
The others huddled together like sardines in a can, with Ross and David being held in their grandparents' arms respectively.
Although Ross was young, her height and weight were similar to those of a normal adult. However, in the old man's eyes, she was still a child, which made Ross very unhappy. Seeing that Zhou Ziwei was sitting in such a spacious place, she insisted on going over and squeezing in with him.
Mrs. Robert was not about to let her daughter cause trouble, and she quickly scolded her daughter, saying that it was the pilot's seat, and the surrounding space was relatively spacious to facilitate the pilot's operation. If Ross went over and squeezed in, wouldn't that affect Zhou Ziwei's ability to fly the plane? Flying a plane is different from driving a car... When driving a car, if you are worried about an accident, you can slow down as much as possible, so that even if something happens, no one will be hurt.
But this plane is flying in the sky.