Asking Immortals: From the Republic of China to Marvel

If you don't have a good sense of proportion, if there is a gang massacre, too many people will die and it will be difficult to handle. Not only will it easily cause panic, but too much movement will easily attract the US imperialist government's attention. You still have to watch the two people do it. good.

After pondering secretly for a while, thinking of this, Ye Wentian slowly spoke:

"No, just let's be together. It's just about spending more time."

"That's...okay."

Ye Qing originally thought that he would be able to show off his skills on his own right away, but he didn't expect to hear such an arrangement. He felt a little depressed after hearing this.

"I don't care." Logan replied casually without much thought.

"Okay, that's it, we'll take action as soon as it gets dark."

"well."

"..."

After the three of them made the plan, there was nothing else to do. They all sat quietly in the teahouse, eating and chatting, waiting for the night to approach.

At the same time, what happened in the cemetery had spread as the two waves of spies retreated. All the forces in Philadelphia who had received the news were shocked by the power of Ye Wentian and the others.

Although no one witnessed the grenade attack that happened later, the road and the two burned-out cars beside the road aroused people's endless reverie.

From this obvious clue, we can more or less understand that Ye Wentian and others should have encountered a second attack on their way back, but we don't know who did it.

……

Inside a bar called Proda in West Philadelphia, the first floor is dimly lit and there are scantily clad women accompanying the drinks in each booth.

The smoke and various cocktails, beers, etc. add to the intoxicating atmosphere.On the second floor is a half-covered private room. The lights are still dim. Through the cracks in the door and the bead curtains, you can vaguely see the men and women hugging and asking for each other inside.

The third floor is a completely enclosed room. The walls, floors, windows, and other building structures are all made of thick sound insulation materials. There are many people inside who carry large amounts of cash and contraband to trade with each other.

There were only four people in the living room in the center of Nuoda on the fourth floor. A Chinese man with a rough face and a finger-long scar on his cheek was wearing a bathrobe and half leaning on the arms of a heavily made-up woman on the sofa.

With his legs stretched out and spread on the thighs of the two women on the left and right, he was enjoying the full service of pinching the feet. There was also a woman kneeling in front of him. Her head was moving up and down, making the scar-faced man feel comfortable with his eyes closed. Extremely.

This extravagant and lewd scene was suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps going upstairs. Scarface opened his eyes and glanced towards the corridor, and found that his right-hand man had arrived.

The dissatisfied look disappeared in a flash, and he waved his hand to ask the women to retreat. Scarface slowly moved back, sat up and leaned on the sofa.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Boss, they encountered two waves of shooting as soon as they left the cemetery, but no one seemed to be injured. By the way, the three people from China heard..."

"The matter is true?"

"We can't be sure. This information was sent back by spies we arranged in other forces."

The middle-aged white man with a resolute face and a tough body could only report truthfully when he heard the inquiry. Hearing the words, the scar-faced man immediately fell into deep thought. After a while, he asked again:

"How are the three people sent over?"

"Disappeared, leaving only two burned-out cars at the ambush location. I don't know if anyone is injured or dead yet."

"I guess those three people won't be able to come back."

"My subordinates think so too. By the way, news suddenly came from over there. Boss, here it is."

Scarface took the note handed over by the middle-aged white man. After reading the content clearly, a solemn expression appeared on his face, as if he was having trouble making a choice.

The middle-aged white man was not in a hurry and just stood quietly in front of him and waited. Scarface thought for a long time before slowly standing up from the sofa, full of evil aura.

"That's fine, then let's do it and start taking action tonight."

"Yes."

……

Time passed by like this, and a few hours passed quickly. The sky had darkened. The night was extremely dark tonight, shrouded by layers of dark clouds. The moon was dark and the wind was high, which was indeed a good day to do things.

Ye Wentian felt that the time was almost up. After greeting the two of them, he turned around and walked outside. Ye Qing and Luo Gen naturally followed behind.

The sound of footsteps and the sound of opening and closing doors were not hidden from the people in the castle. When the three old servants living upstairs heard the sound, they each had their own reactions.

A worried look flashed across Zhang Jizhong's face, and he secretly hoped that nothing would happen to the three of them. Xu Zhaoxing lay on the bed and opened his eyes, thought for a while and then closed them again, as if he didn't care at all.

Gao Yun, who lived in the corner of the castle, quickly knocked on the bedside table after hearing the commotion. After a while, the bodyguard who delivered the news opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"grown ups?!"

"Are all three of them out?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"I watched them walk out of Alfred Manor from the window sill."

"Hey~ I don't know who will be the winner in the end."

"Sir, please rest early and don't think too much about it."

"Well~ you go out."

"..."

After leaving Alfred Manor, Ye Wentian took Ye Qing and Logan and walked straight to the east. According to the branches of these forces stationed in Philadelphia, starting from the east and making a circle around Philadelphia, it would be just right. Return to Alfred Manor.

About ten minutes later, Ye Wentian and the others arrived outside the first force station, which was a large abandoned factory building in the northeastern city, with an area of ​​at least two hectares.

It is the location of the strongest one among the arms trading peers, which is similar to the arms trading volume controlled by Ye Dian.The leader's name is Adrian, a tall black man with a fat head, big ears, round arms and a thick waist.

Through the crack of the double iron door, you can still vaguely see the light inside, and you can still hear the noisy sound of drinking and obscene words inside. The content of the conversation is not about women.

Covered by his spiritual thoughts, Ye Wentian easily grasped the information about this station. The factory building was divided into two floors, the upper and lower floors. The middle part of the upper floor was empty, and only the surrounding circle was divided into a sleeping area.

The total number of people inside is 317. There are 32 people drinking and chatting on the first floor. There are eight guards on the first floor. There are 34 people standing together holding assault rifles.

There are 8 inspectors at the four corners of the second floor, and 16 people are exercising with fitness equipment on the northwest side of the first floor.

There are 227 people sleeping in the innermost part of the first floor and those sleeping on the second floor. There are more people who are not asleep. There are three black men lying on the bed masturbating in the west corner of the second floor...

Ye Wentian's divine thoughts directly invaded the minds of these three people and shattered their souls on the spot. This is so disgusting!

"Lord, kill well!"

Ye Qing also released his spiritual sense to investigate. Naturally, the behavior of these three wretched black men could not be concealed from Ye Qing's spiritual gaze.