The Peerless God of War of the Female President

At [-]:[-] p.m., Yancheng Funeral Parlor, in the courtyard.

There was a little smile in Lao Zhang's eyes, and he slowly took off the protective cover on his head, and then took off the mask, revealing a young face.

"As expected of a powerhouse at the supreme level, he can change his appearance at will without any trace."

"I thought you would praise my IQ, but I didn't expect you to be interested in such a superficial skill as disguise."

"In our western legends, there are only two kinds of people who can change their facial features at will. One is a banshee, and the other is a supreme powerhouse. Of course I am very interested."

Lao Li had already got out of the car at some point, and the police car outside had long since disappeared, and there was no one in the entire funeral home compound, which was even more strange in the middle of the night.

Yang Chen said with a smile: "Tell me, how did you see through me."

"You care too much about the life and death of that companion. In this case, not to mention the police, even ordinary people will understand that I will definitely kill people afterwards, but you put the life and death of your companion more than yourself. It's not in line with human nature."

"Many of Xia's police officers are like this, shouldn't this be a flaw?"

"This is indeed not a flaw, but I suddenly want to understand one thing."

"Oh? What do you want to understand?"

"I underestimated you too much. If you can't see through the real purpose of my posting that video, you won't be worthy of everything today."

Yang Chen showed a deep smile: "Late knowing can barely be regarded as a kind of wisdom. If you can escape alive today, you will be much more cautious when you meet me in the future."

"Escape? Hehe..."

No. 71 laughed: "Do you think I will escape?"

Yang Chen also stared at No. 71 with a smile on his face: "If there is a chance, I believe you will."

"If I want to leave, even if you are a supreme powerhouse, you will definitely not be able to stop me. I still have this confidence."

"Really? Just rely on your trick of traveling through space?"

A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in No. 71's eyes, and he smiled and said, "As expected of the supreme level, I realized my skills so quickly. So, I'm curious why you think I need to escape?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, and answered the non-questioned question: "Your Chinese is fluent, but I don't know how much you know about the myths of our Xia Kingdom. In many myths and stories of our Xia Kingdom, the gods have a basic skill. It is the Five Elements Escape Technique, and in my opinion, this Five Elements Escape Technique is actually a skill to travel through space, and even Zhuge Kongming in the Three Kingdoms period is said to be able to shrink the ground into an inch."

"What are you trying to say? Does this have anything to do with me?"

"What I want to tell you is that all kinds of occult arts in the world today are fundamentally energy control games, but everyone plays them differently. In this regard, the Xia people can be your ancestors."

"Hehe, I'm not interested in arguing with you about this. I'm here today to bring my brother's body. If you want to keep me, it depends on your ability."

Yang Chen ignored No. 71, but continued to say to himself: "In Xia Kingdom mythology, when the gods cast escapism, they can carry a lot of things, even moving mountains to fill seas. And you, But you can’t even take away a corpse, is it because your cultivation method is too weak, or your aptitude is not good?”

"If you can keep me, maybe I will tell you."

Yang Chen stared at No. 71 with a half-smile, and suddenly said: "You can leave your brother in the daytime and directly cause him to die, which is enough to prove that you are not a brotherly person. From this, it can be inferred that you In this situation, the most reasonable behavior should be to use your teleportation technique to escape, or at the very least, to attack me."

"But you didn't do that, but you have been listening to my nonsense here. Does this prove that you have tried to escape, but found that you can't escape at all?"

No. 71 stared at Yang Chen, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your pupils dilated slightly just now, and you are afraid, which proves that I am right."

"Yang Chen, I'm not the dead No. 55, your suppression can't block me."

"Actually, I haven't released the suppression on you yet."

"Because you are not sure, right? This is like hunting. The moment you pull the trigger, if the prey runs away, you will have no chance to kill it again."

Yang Chen chuckled: "I prefer to use traps and traps for hunting. It's too low-level to shoot."

The smile of No. 71 gradually froze at the corner of his mouth, "This funeral home is the trap you set, and this car is the trap you set, right?"

Yang Chen smiled and nodded: "This car was refitted by my subordinates. The surroundings of the car are made of polymer alloys, and the car is equipped with a neutrino pulse oscillator. These devices are the most advanced in the world at present. Interference devices, although I don't know how they work, but I know that if you cast teleportation here, you will most likely not be able to accurately control where you appear, for example, you have a certain chance of appearing in thousands in a high-temperature incinerator."

"Yang Chen, are you sure these instruments are useful to me?"

Yang Chen shrugged, "I'm not sure, so you can try it, and I'll know if it works."

As soon as the words fell, No. 71's body suddenly began to tremble violently. That's right, it was trembling, not trembling!
It was as if there were countless clones trying to break free from No. 71's body, which was extremely weird!

"I forgot to tell you, the neutrino pulse oscillator covers all known particle vibration frequencies, that is to say, you can't even put your hand into a basin of water now, understand?"

boom--

No. 71 stopped trembling, and then slammed his back against the wall of the carriage. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Chen, you, you actually have a physicist under your command?!"

"You misunderstood, I have not only physicists, but also chemists, mathematicians, quantum physicists, etc." Yang Chen chuckled: "I'm not a scientist, I'm just a porter for scientists."

There was a wry smile on No. 71's face, and he sighed and said, "It hasn't been twelve hours since I posted the video, and you can analyze my weaknesses and mobilize so many cutting-edge equipment in such a short period of time. , and set traps inside the police station, such high efficiency and such huge resources are definitely beyond the grasp of the head of a family."

"So?"

"So, the Yang family is just a prop you use to cover up. Your real identity may be even more terrifying."

Yang Chen's smile deepened: "Then tell me, what is my real identity?"

"You can mobilize national treasure-level physicists and top-secret scientific research instruments, control the police station, and master the most advanced military technology in the Xia Kingdom. You are also a supreme-level powerhouse. All these points come together. Your identity , there is only one possibility."

"Hehe, let's hear it?"

No. 71 twitched the corner of his mouth with great effort, and shook his head with a wry smile: "No, if I say so, there will be no chance of surviving."

Yang Chen nodded, and said with some regret: "You are very smart, but unfortunately you got on the wrong boat, you should know how to fight for a chance to survive, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"As a person, I hate others playing tricks in front of me, especially people from the Presbyterian Church. Therefore, in the next time, as long as I think you have any misconduct, I will not hesitate at the first time. Send you to hell!"

Yang Chen's words were full of murderous intent, and the pupils of No. 71 inadvertently dilated again, revealing the deep fear in his heart.

"Now, answer every question I have honestly, don't lie in front of me, it will only hasten your death."

The muscles on No. 71's face visibly trembled a few times, and he nodded.

……

In the middle of the night, the Yang family's old house, Yang Tianzheng mourning hall.

Yang Chen knelt in front of the spirit, and threw one after another money into the clay basin in front of him, and a cluster of flames rose up, illuminating Yang Chen's somewhat gloomy face.

Zuo Ran knelt beside Yang Chen, and said in a low voice: "Boss, would it be too risky to leave the life of No. 71? It is impossible for those cutting-edge equipment to be turned on 24 hours a day. It is possible to use the teleportation technique to escape."

"I put a restriction on him, as long as he uses the energy in his body, the restriction will be activated, causing him to die instantly."