"Sir, their leader left Vancouver before the incident," Su Peng replied nervously in a low voice.
Xu Zhengyang frowned slightly, and Wang Yonggan continued, "Sir, the other guys involved in planning this incident are still in Vancouver. We're going there now to take them out."
"Go, after you've dealt with them, find out where the leader is and where he is."
"Yes, sir."
The two ghost messengers quickly accepted the order.
Wang Yonggan added, "Sir, I think I can handle this myself. As for the captain, let him stay by your side to protect your safety..."
Xu Zhengyang thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Okay, hurry up."
"yes!"
Xu Zhengyang opened his eyes and stared coldly at the snow-white ceiling.
He didn't complain about the two ghost messengers' inefficiency, after all, it was his order to have Su Peng and Wang Yonggan destroy the ghosts of the three villains, which would indeed take some time.
Volume 5, Spirit Official, Chapter 283: Wang Yonggan, Truly Brave
Compared to Xu Zhengyang, whose physique was outrageously strong, Ding Changri's injuries were not so fortunate.
After more than five hours of surgery, Ding Changri was finally pulled back from the brink of death by the doctors, and his vital signs temporarily stabilized. However, according to the doctors, he has not yet passed the critical period, and he has not yet woken up.
This news made all factions in the country extremely nervous.
Some hoped he would survive the critical period and wake up soon; others hoped he would die quickly, or at least be left in a vegetative state or mentally unstable, so that he wouldn't reveal everything he knew.
Unlike these, Xu Zhengyang no longer cared too much about Ding Changri's life or death.
In his view, Ding Changri deserved to die. It was because of him that several innocent lives were lost and innocent people were injured. Moreover, Xu Zhengyang, the only remaining deity in the Three Realms and the Imperial Censor of the Eastern Heavenly Court, experienced unprecedented danger.
Moreover, Xu Zhengyang was injured. At least on the surface, his injuries appeared to be severe.
Xu Zhengyang had never suffered such trauma!
Every time he thinks back, Xu Zhengyang can't help but feel terrified and furious! If it weren't for the fact that his body had been enhanced and mutated to the point that doctors wanted to send his body to specialists for research, if his reaction had been even slightly slower, if it had been two grenades instead of one that exploded...
If, in the event of the explosion, the car that was lifted up by the shockwave was not crushed by Xu Zhengyang's car, but instead flipped over and landed on Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri.
Therefore, Ding Changri is now certain to die;
Xu Zhengyang, too, could only become a ghost, his soul dissipating, and he could only enter the underworld to become an official of the netherworld who might never be able to leave it.
Thank goodness!
Given Xu Zhengyang's current stance, even if Ding Changri survives, the mastermind behind it cannot be punished solely by human laws; however, if Ding Changri dies, then there's nothing more to say—any problem will be resolved by force. Xu Zhengyang will bear all the consequences.
He is capable of taking this responsibility!
...
The morning after the incident, on the outskirts of East Vancouver, in an ordinary residential area.
Three white men and two black men were gathered inside the house, drinking beer and smoking cigars, talking about the shooting and bombing that had happened the night before with fierce expressions.
"Hey. Did you see the newspaper? It's unbelievable! Joss and his crew got their heads smashed open with a punch last night!"
"Don't listen to those reporters and eyewitnesses. They're just trying to sell more newspapers or earn more money for providing clues. This isn't science fiction. Do you think there are superheroes in this world? Idiot..."
"Whether that guy is Superman or not, he's dead. Oh God, why wasn't it that guy Xu Zhengyang or Ding Changri who died? Damn it, Lylener is furious now; he won't get the other half of the commission."
The white man with a long beard who sat in the corner hadn't said much until the others had vented their frustrations and resentment. He then curled his lip, slowly took a puff of his cigar, and said, "The guy who killed Joss and the others was an idiot. We should thank him, otherwise, if even one of those four idiots had survived, he would have definitely betrayed us..."
"Hmm. Thank God, I didn't even think of that."
"Because you're an idiot."
"You bastard, if you curse me again, I'll break your neck!"
"Shut up!" the bearded man roared.
Then everyone fell silent.
The bearded man took a puff of his cigar and said, "Lelner told us to keep quiet these days and not go out anymore, lest the police notice us..."
"Cole, we've always been on the police's radar, haha!"
"You damned bastard." The bearded man chuckled and said, "That yellow-skinned kid has a rather special identity. The police will be stepping up their efforts to crack down on and arrest him this time, so... I was thinking, should we go on a trip and lay low for a while?"
The group looked at each other, then said cheerfully, "Oh, that's a good idea. I miss the island scenery of Weihaiyi. The girls there run wild on the beach in bikinis, and they would pinch my crotch so boldly, haha."
Suddenly, the bearded man paused for a moment, then slowly drew his pistol.
The group was slightly surprised, but they certainly didn't take any precautions against the bearded man, because they were all in cahoots. Occasionally, when discussing their plans, they would pull out their pistols to show their resolve.
But they never expected that the bearded man's expression would suddenly change, becoming ferocious and ruthless, the moment he pulled out his pistol. He then released the safety, raised the pistol, and fired at one of his accomplices opposite him!
"Hey, Cole, you need to..."
Slightly frightened and annoyed by Cole's joke, the guy hadn't finished speaking when a gunshot rang out. He felt as if his head had been hit hard by a speeding train. Before he could feel any pain, he lost consciousness and fell backward to the ground with a thud.
Oh God!
"Cole, you bastard!"
What are you trying to do?!
Several men stood up as if they were going crazy, and drew their pistols.
After firing one shot, Cole grinned menacingly and fired at several of his accomplices at close range. The accomplices fired back as they ran and dodged.
Gunshots rang out inside the house, followed by the crisp sound of shattering glass. Bottles, glasses, and plates were damaged, tables were overturned, and screams and cries of pain filled the room, creating complete chaos.
Cole, riddled with bullets, finally collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. The others, also wounded to varying degrees, were furious, cursing and groaning as they struggled to get up.
Finally, the shortest guy, as if divinely inspired, stubbornly stood up. He raised his pistol and fired at the others!
Chaotic gunfire erupted again!
However, this time it didn't last long; after a few gunshots, there was no more movement.
The shortest Black man sat on the ground against the wall, his neck crooked, spitting blood, his limbs limp and outstretched; he was clearly dead.
Handguns are already low on bullets, so everyone in the house had run out of ammunition in their handguns.
The tallest and luckiest guy, who had only been shot twice in the arm, struggled to his feet from the overturned table. Furious, he grabbed a serrated machete, bared his teeth, and brandished it as he lunged at the other guy lying on the ground, groaning and convulsing.
Blood splattered!
A piercing scream shattered the roof and reached the heavens!
After hacking his two accomplices to pieces, as if severing their limbs, the tall Black man picked up the machete, grinning maliciously, and slashed his own neck with it, the sharp blade cutting off half of his neck! His massive body crashed to the ground with a thud.
Inside the house, blood was everywhere, and the place was a complete mess.
Three relatively intact corpses lay crookedly on the ground, while the other two corpses had their limbs severed, with only a thin layer of skin connecting their necks.
The cruelty was appalling.
The ghost named Joss watched this scene with trembling fear, cowering in the corner and shaking uncontrollably. This cruel scene of mutual slaughter was many times more terrifying than the sight of his three companions being beaten to a pulp the night before.
Dismemberment!
A living person, screaming and howling, was chopped up just like that!
The Ghost Messenger King bravely leaned against the door, his expression seemingly indifferent and leisurely as he stared at the four recently deceased ghosts who had just tried to run out of the window but retreated back into the room because of the strong sunlight outside. He pursed his lips but said nothing.
Based on his habits, in this situation he would definitely go up and beat her up first, and then say some sarcastic things that would infuriate anyone.
However, at this moment, he was so exhausted that he was in danger of losing his soul.
I remember last time, during the shootout between Dunshipo and the gang, both Wang Yonggan and Yan Liang were shot while possessed. At that time, they also felt that they could not bear it. The scorching bullets and the powerful impact made them clearly feel the intense pain.
However, he had no choice this time and had to do it because the master was angry, and these guys were bastards who wanted to kill the master.
After possessing the bearded man's body and exchanging fire with several people, Wang Yonggan was already in excruciating pain from the close-range shooting. He then possessed the body again to shoot, and then possessed the body again to hack and slash...
Wang Yonggan was almost completely exhausted.
But now, he still has to put on a brave face and maintain a tough, intimidating demeanor in front of the ghosts.
Wang Yonggan reported to Xu Zhengyang in his mind through the ghost messenger token: "My lord, we've... we've killed them all..."
"What's wrong with you?" Xu Zhengyang asked immediately, because he could tell from Wang Yonggan's weak and feeble voice that he seemed to have suffered a severe blow and was on the verge of death.
"No, nothing..." Wang Yonggan felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning around him. "M-Sir, I, I think, no, I can't..."
Wang Yonggan had no strength left to speak, and his soul began to fade away little by little.
Just as his soul was about to dissipate, an invisible and immense force broke through the barrier of space and instantly filled Wang Yonggan's soul, forcibly gathering the scattered and fading fragments of his soul and converging them onto Wang Yonggan's still-dissipating soul.
"Wang Yonggan, you did a great job!" Xu Zhengyang's clear voice rang in Wang Yonggan's ears.
Wang Yonggan felt a jolt in his soul, his spiritual power surged, and his almost dissipated soul consciousness re-condensed. He immediately knelt on the ground, trembling and sobbing, "Thank you, sir! Thank you for saving my life!"
"Take them all into the Ghost Messenger Token and bring them back," Xu Zhengyang ordered calmly.
"Yes, sir!" Wang Yonggan immediately accepted the order.
Then, Wang Yonggan stood up arrogantly, holding up the ghost messenger token in his left hand and waving the soul-beating ruler in his right, and said with a ferocious grin: "Damn it, you dare to harm our master, you're really tired of living... All of you, come in here and wait to be tortured! Hahaha."
The ghosts were initially looking at this ghost, who was clearly different from them, with surprise and terror. This guy was wearing a strange black robe, carrying a black ruler about sixty centimeters long in one hand, and a black token with gold trim in the other. This was not enough to frighten them. What they feared was the powerful aura that this guy exuded, which made them, who were already ghosts, feel an irresistible fear.
Are they black hell angels?
Well, I guess so.
Strangely, this guy's figure suddenly became ethereal and faded, then became clear again, and then he knelt down, sobbing and choking, to thank some adult... Now, he suddenly stood up like a wicked slave owner, grinning maliciously at them.
After becoming a ghost, there is no longer a language barrier, because communication between them is entirely a matter of consciousness.
Therefore, they understood what Wang Yonggan was saying.
Unfortunately, they had no chance to beg for mercy or ask questions before they felt a strange black vortex suddenly burst out from the black token, instantly sucking them all into the ghost messenger token.
Hanging the ghost messenger token back on his waist, Wang Yonggan smugly muttered to himself, "The lord is truly wise. After streamlining the ghost messenger organization and revoking some of the ghost messengers' authority last time, he even endowed the ghost messenger token with such abilities. This is simply... too convenient."
However, he was only slightly smug before he remembered the dangerous scene from just now and shuddered. Fortunately, he had the protection of the adult's divine power, otherwise he would have been doomed.
With that thought in mind, Wang Yonggan no longer hesitated and leaped out.
I need to report this to the adults right away. Also, I need to interrogate these guys thoroughly. Damn it, I have to find the mastermind behind this. Even if he runs to the bottom of the sea, I have to find him. Hmm, I need to think of an even more ruthless way to deal with him...
...
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang was lying diagonally on the hospital bed, smoking a cigarette, with an IV drip in one hand and holding a copy of City Scroll in the other, exchanging ideas.