Cyber Daming

Under the towering black clouds that destroyed the city, there was a deserted top of the building.

"My bones are very strong, why don't you do this?"

The pouring wind and rain tore the icy voices into an empty and unreal place, as if they came from a ghost realm.

"You don't know anything, how can you recruit me? I'm just an ordinary civilian in the empire. Sir, have you arrested the wrong person?"

The man was kneeling on the ground, shaking his head in horror.

His current appearance was extremely miserable, with half of his body cut open by a sharp blade, and his exposed mechanical bones wrapping his internal organs that were half flesh and half metal.

When the body shakes, a large amount of milky white bionic blood will be spilled, which will then be washed away by the heavy rain.

Wang Xie looked at the innocent man in front of him with no mercy in his eyes, and said coldly:

"'Iron Arm' Zhou Qidong, the pioneer of the Eight Arms Spirits, the former leader of the Jinzhou Guards in Liaodong, is now the proprietor of the 'Le Tu Qing Lou' in Fuzhong Yu District, Chongqing.

"You've got at least a dozen lives on your hands. Isn't it too embarrassing to call yourself a civilian of the empire?"

"I've changed my ways!"

Wang Xie sneered with disdain, "If everyone says that if they change their ways, they can wash away their sins, then why do they need the Ming Law?"

Zhou Qidong said sadly: "You are a cat and I am a mouse. If you want to catch me for other reasons, then I will have no complaints. But I really have nothing to do with Honghu!"

As the mournful voice continued, Zhou Qidong suddenly felt a pain in his heart and glanced down in horror.

I saw a long knife piercing his chest, slowly extending along the gap between the bones of the machine, and reaching the heart of the machine.

The strong pain caused Zhou Qidong's body to stiffen suddenly.

"I see you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Wang Xie flicked his fingers, and the Impermanence Book ring on his middle finger projected a holographic projection the size of a palm.

The scene shown on the screen was clearly in front of the Paradise Brothel. There was a miserable wind and rain all around, and a man was sitting paralyzed in the sewage, looking up to the sky and screaming.

"Gong, Qing, Hong!!!"

At this moment, the screen freezes on the face of the roaring person, and then zooms in frame by frame.

"Zhou Qidong, please don't tell me that this is not your store or your people."

Wang Xie raised his wrist, and the tip of Xiuchun's knife touched the mechanical heart that dared not move.

Zhou Qidong hurriedly defended, "It's my shop, but this turtle named Gu Yong was bought by a villain with money. The villain doesn't know that he is Honghu's puppet and a hidden stake! Sir, please investigate clearly." !”

Wang Xie grinned, "Gu Yong just called Gong Qinghong's name, how did you know he was a hidden stake? Don't jump into the pit in a hurry."

Zhou Qidong lowered his head, hesitating and speechless, but his eyelids were trembling rapidly, and the thoughts in his mind were like lightning.

"Zhou Qidong, I don't have to worry about the things you committed in the Far East. But the crime of colluding with Honghu is enough to make you a living dead in prison for ten years."

Wang Xie's voice was extremely cold, with a biting chill: "You are also a person who has seen the world. You should understand the power of prison!"

Zhou Qidong's face was as white as paper, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

"but,"

Wang Xie's tone softened, "As long as you cooperate well with Jin Yiwei and tell me where Gong Qinghong is hiding, I can identify you as a confession and surrender, and then turn you into an informant. In this way, maybe you don't need to go to the imperial edict. In jail."

Zhou Qidong's lips wriggled, his teeth trembled, and his face was struggling, as if heaven and man were at war.

"Think carefully about what will happen to those who follow Honghu, and don't make any mistakes!"

"me."

Just when Wang Xie thought he had successfully opened the opponent's mouth, the complicated expression on Zhou Qidong's face suddenly faded and became extremely calm.

Zhou Qidong's chest straightened up, and he straightened his spine against the tip of the knife. He looked up at Wang Xie and said calmly: "If you only have this little evidence, sir, then this villain is really unjust."

Wang Xie was stunned and asked in astonishment: "What did you say?"

"The laws of the Ming Dynasty clearly state that conviction requires both personal and material evidence. Now that Gu Yong is dead, you can't convict me based on this surveillance video alone."

Damn it, he is still a thief who knows the law.

Wang Xie cursed secretly and rubbed his face irritably.

Seeing Zhou Qidong's expression of being a meatless man, Wang Xie suddenly felt angry. He raised his hand and tugged on the collar of his coat, and a button with a beating red light slowly went out.

After working in the Chongqing government for so many years, Zhou Qidong has more or less heard about the procedures of Jinyiwei.

At this moment, when he saw Wang Xie turning off the action recorder that was directly connected to Wuchang Book, he was suddenly shocked.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Qidong shouted loudly, and suddenly felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, and his mechanical spine immediately let out an overwhelmed whine.

Click!

After a crisp sound, a spine glowing with cold light pierced out from Zhou Qidong's vest, and his newly straightened back stooped again.

The severe pain caused the flesh on Zhou Qidong's face to squish into a ball. He didn't care about screaming and shouted urgently: "Wang Xie, you are abusing lynching and breaking the law knowingly!"

"Are you scared now?"

Wang Xie had a teasing smile on his face. Turning his wrist lightly, the blade of the knife slapped the side of the man's face, making a crisp crackling sound.

"Where are Gong Qinghong and his gang hiding? Tell me!"

Snapped!

The blade of the knife was swung sideways, and Zhou Qidong's mutilated body was directly thrown away.

When Zhou Qidong raised his face again, his eyes were filled with sadness. He asked in a hoarse voice: "If I do it all, will you really let me go?"

"The Jin Yiwei of Chongqing Prefecture kills people, but they don't lie. If you tell me now, what I just said will still count. If you dare to show your cleverness again, I guarantee that you will be in the imperial prison with Zuo Zuo of the Empire."

Wang Xie squinted his eyes and said word by word, "Thousands of years, all generations."

A deep look of fear appeared on Zhou Qidong's face, swallowing up all the hesitation remaining in his eyes.

"Gong Qinghong is in Chongqing Prefecture"

Perhaps because of the serious injury, Zhou Qidong's voice seemed a little weak.

Wang Xie frowned and walked over, "Where is he in Chongqing Mansion?"

At this moment, a look of violence suddenly appeared in Zhou Qidong's eyes!

His jaw suddenly opened like a snake, and a blood shadow shot out from his mouth and went straight to Wang Xie's throat!

The speed was as fast as lightning, and a terrifying howling sound erupted.

At such a close distance, Zhou Qidong didn't believe that the Jin Yiwei in front of him could react.

This is his trump card for a comeback!

Zheng!

Amidst the sonorous and high-pitched sound of the knife, the ferocity in Zhou Qidong's eyes suddenly turned into shock.

Phew!

The light of the knife came first and cut open the tip of the tongue that was used as a hidden weapon.

The two severed tongues grazed Wang Xie's temples and shot past, disappearing into the night without a trace.

"You actually asked a farmer to turn your tongue into a hidden weapon. Your idea is quite novel."

The blow that he promised to kill was unexpectedly defused in such an understatement, Zhou Qidong finally couldn't help but show fear on his face.

Without his tongue, he let out inarticulate whimpers, and turned to the communication device installed in his body to make sounds.

"I'll recruit."

Wang Xie shook his head, "Stop it, I don't want to hear it anymore."

The sword flashed across and the head rolled down.

In fact, with Zhou Qidong's level of prosthetic transformation, there is almost no possibility of survival from decapitation injuries.

But Wang Xie still had no intention of stopping, and the long knife was driven into the opponent's heart and slowly stirred. It wasn't until he was sure that the mechanical heart was completely broken that he pulled out the Xiuchun knife.

"The ambition of the swan and the fearlessness of death are so damn annoying!"

When I feel depressed, I find the rain disturbing.

Wang Xie's palm holding the handle of the knife shook slightly, and the Xiuchun knife transformed into an inconspicuous black umbrella amidst a burst of clanging sound, which was held above his head.

The finger wearing the multifunctional impermanent book ring trembled slightly. After a short wait, an old but magnetic voice came from it.

"How about it."

"If there is no way to kill him, I will kill him."

Wang Xie hesitated for a moment and finally expressed his doubts.

"Boss, isn't Li Jun just a martial artist? Are we going to wipe his butt like this?"

"You do not understand."

There was an indifferent response from the other end of the ring, and then the communication was hung up.

"Hey, what don't I understand? It's just that your nephew Le Zhong left the ruler to him. Just take care of it. The old man is embarrassed."

Wang Xie shook his head and muttered for a while.

He held an umbrella and slowly walked to the edge of the tall building, looking down at the splendid city below him that was full of desire and money.

"Martial men ride Buddha, yin and yang fight for the road. Hongswans cause trouble, and brocade clothes sharpen swords. There are no quiet days in Chongqing."

While talking to himself, Wang Xie suddenly took a step forward and fell directly from the tall building.

The fierce and turbulent air flow blew the corners of the clothes and made a hunting sound. There was a silver stream of light flashing on the black robe and skirt, outlining the exquisite flying fish patterns.

These special lines restrained the swift and violent wind, making Wang Xie's falling figure slow and light.

Like a black falcon penetrating the night rain, it charged towards the city with a fierce force.

Rang!

At this moment, a loud bell suddenly rang in the wind and rain.

A Taoist projection rose into the sky against the wind and rain. Using his fingers as a pen and the wind and rain as ink, he used the pen as a dragon and a snake to write a Taoist ultimatum.

"It's half past midnight, and a new day has arrived."

"On July 20, the eleventh year of Jiaqi, Daomen Qixia Group congratulates Liu Zu Changsheng on his birthday!"