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Volume 2: Young Master in the Capital Chapter 140: Killing the God

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    The surrounding space has been blocked by Muchenglin's void prison. Although the demonic cicada is powerful, it is only a mortal creature after all, and has not truly become an immortal. Therefore, its knowledge is limited. It is possible to escape from the immortal family cast by Muchenglin.  Spells.

    After the void prison trapped the demon cicada, the space gradually contracted and finally disappeared. At the same time, there was a shadow of the demon cicada in Mu Chenglin's mind.  Mu Chenglin knew that the demonic cicada was not dead, but was dragged into the space of the Earth God Card by the shadow of the Earth God Card. As long as Mu Chenglin's strength reaches the level, he can release this guy in the future.  It is not up to Mu Chenglin to decide when to eliminate it or how to deal with it.

    After finishing the demonic cicada, Mu Chenglin was planning to kill the remaining bastard before heading to the next stronghold.  Unexpectedly, when the bastard saw that the situation was not good, he escaped in advance.  Mu Chenglin glanced with his consciousness and found that the bastard had run to the roof of another building a few hundred meters away.

    A bodyguard called Mu Chenglin appeared on the roof of the building, blocking Kulus' path.  Seeing Muchenglin who suddenly appeared in front of him, Kulus collapsed. Even the great Abbas was just a fart in the eyes of this Chinese demon. As for himself, a rookie in the innate realm, he might not even be seen by others.  It didn't count, so when Cullors saw that he was intercepted, his first reaction was not to continue running away or resisting, but to kneel down and beg for mercy.

    Although Mu Chenglin didn¡¯t understand what he was saying at all, this guy was kneeling on his knees, holding his head in his hands, and his eyes were full of pleading. Mu Chenglin couldn¡¯t figure out what this bastard meant.

    Originally, Mu Chenglin was going to kill this bastard directly and leave him alone without begging for mercy.  But then I thought about it.  It is actually necessary to keep such a bastard who knows the inside story. At least the Chinese side can know clearly what the Americans are doing.  In addition, I am afraid that a land lord like myself is going to go on a killing spree tonight. Whether it is those bastards from the United States or those bastards from the island country, there is no hope of survival.

    By then, these Americans and islanders will die in China, and the United States will quit again.  With this bastard testifying, the United States will probably have to spend a lot of time denying it.  After much deliberation, Muchenglin decided to keep this bastard for now. Whether or not to kill him would be decided later, and it would also depend on the performance of this bastard.

    After settling the matter at Haihun Hotel and leaving a small team of special police to deal with the aftermath, Mu Chenglin led Pang Long and others non-stop to the second hidden hideout of the invading enemy.  This den is relatively secretive, actually located in an urban village.

    Although the Magic City is already the most prosperous international metropolis in China, there are still places that the prosperity of the Magic City cannot touch.  This is an urban village.  Although there are no dirt roads with low bungalows.  But a five- or six-story brick-and-concrete building in a metropolis like the Magic City, a city full of high-rise buildings as far as the eye can see, is just like a bungalow in a small or medium-sized city.

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    Pang Long and others followed Mu Chenglin's instructions and came here. Everyone was surprised. Although the secret bases of intelligence agencies do not necessarily have to be particularly luxurious, they are rarely as bad as the one in front of them.  After all, once the agents are discovered, they will most likely be charged with espionage.  Or simply execute them secretly without trial. It can be said that they keep their heads in their belts every day, so every country will try to satisfy them in terms of material matters.

    ¡°But this dilapidated small residential building in front of us makes it impossible for everyone to believe that this is actually the den of a country¡¯s spies, because it simply does not have the conditions to become a secret den.  But since Master Mu has determined that there are enemies here, there must be them.

    ¡°Filipino Overseas Students Association!¡± looked at the small signboard written in Chinese and Filipino languages ??at the door of the residential building.  Pang Long and others were immediately relieved. It turned out to be the Philippines.

    "Master Mu. Are you saying this is where those bastards from the Philippines gather?" Pang Long said.

    "Well, there are three of those bastards, two men and one woman. One of the men has early god-level strength, and the remaining man and woman are two ordinary people, and they don't have any weapons." Mu Chenglin slowly said  said.

    After hearing what Mu Chenglin said, Pang Long was suddenly shocked.  This Young Master Mu is too evil. He didn't even go in to take a look. How could he be so sure of the enemy's strength, and even know whether he has weapons or not? It's really weird.

    "Then what should we do? I just sent someone to find out that these bastards from the Philippines are not the only ones living here. They only rent one floor on the sixth floor. The remaining five floors are all occupied by ordinary people from China.  Residents, if you take action here, I'm afraidI'm afraid"

    "You don't need to say anything, this young master knows??, you all stand back while I draw this bastard out.  "After saying that, Mu Chenglin concentrated his consciousness, condensed it into a sharp sword, and then slashed at the only god-level strongman on the sixth floor.

    In fact, Atai, the S-level fire-type superpower from the Philippines, once discovered Mu Chenglin and others, but he didn't pay attention. With his level, he couldn't feel how powerful Mu Chenglin was, and he was just an ordinary person.  The fire-type superpower masters are not as powerful as Abbas, but they are also protected by alien beasts.

    In Artest's eyes, the most powerful of the following group of ants are only at the peak of acquired skills, and they don't interest him at all.  Artai looked at Mu Chenglin and others with disdain, then turned to the two people sent by the two governments to assist him in completing his work and said: "It seems that this place has been exposed. I will kill these people in a while."  You should leave here immediately after that. As for the government¡¯s affairs, don¡¯t worry, I will recommend you to Mr. President.¡±

    "Thank you, great God Artai. With such a great God like you, the Chinese people are just a bunch of little bugs and are no match for you." The only young woman complimented.

    Although the man couldn't bear it that his assistant dared to take away his words, he did not dare to express any dissatisfaction in front of Artest, because he knew very well that in the past few days, this shameless woman had been shamelessly ridden on his crotch.  What did the woman below do with Master Artai? The strange noises in the room were heard every day, which made this guy really admire the two people's fighting power.

    "Aniz is right. These Chinese people are not your opponents at all. Fighting with them is really beneath your status." With the recommendation of Artai, maybe it won't be long before this woman will  As his boss, Artest's prestige in the country is much higher than that of the dark horse in the United States. Even the president has to listen to Mr. Artest, and this guy has to compliment him.

    "Hahaha, the person chosen by Mr. President is really good, very good. I will recommend you to be the mayor, hahaha!" After saying this, Artest, who was in a happy mood, laughed again.

    Suddenly, Artest seemed to have been attacked by something. After letting out a piercing scream, he stepped back dozens of steps, and then leaned against the wall to barely stop himself.

    After finally regaining his balance, the angry Artest shouted angrily: "Asshole, who is it? Who is it?"

    Thinking of the Chinese people downstairs, the furious Artest quickly flew out of the window, and then shouted at Mu Chenglin and others: "It's you, it must be you."

    Artest's appearance is indeed very good. He is floating in the air, with fire flashing all over his body. His voice has a trace of fire element equivalent to the internal energy, buzzing like thunder, plus this bastard's body  The bones are naturally long and wide, much larger than ordinary people, so this posture can really scare some timid people.

    Mu Chenglin looked at this pretentious bastard in the sky with disdain. He acted like a stupid bird. He was far from a real god. How dare such a bastard dare to speak of his own god? He really didn't understand.  Long face.

    "You all wait here. I will come as soon as I go. After cleaning up this garbage, we will go find trouble with those Russian bastards." After saying this, Mu Chenglin's body also flew into the air.

    However, Mu Chenglin¡¯s posture is much more chic than Artest¡¯s. Artest looks extremely clumsy when flying, but Mu Chenglin is like walking in space, with a rather divine posture.

    Seeing Mu Chenglin flying up like this, Artai was surprised at first, and then yelled at Mu Chenglin angrily. Apparently he already knew who had plotted against him just now.

    Mu Chenglin didn't care about Atai's roar, and he wouldn't care about a dead man.  Compared to Abbas, Artest is too weak, has ordinary fire powers, and is not very good at practicing. Although his attack power is good, he is not as good as his boss in terms of defense and speed.  It wouldn't even take Mu Chenglin three minutes to deal with such a guy.

    Too lazy to mess around with this bastard, Mu Chenglin stared at Artest with burning eyes. He kept making mudras with his hands, and at the same time he said slowly: "The magic of the land - lightning - thunder - sky thunder  boom!"

    As Mu Chenglin¡¯s handprint was completed, the originally clear night sky suddenly changed, and a thunderbolt struck Artest¡¯s head.

    Artest was stunned. What kind of monster is this? It belongs to grandma. Is it a person with thunder powers?  How is it possible to trigger thunder? I have never heard of anyone with thunder powers.

    Forget it, it¡¯s a failure this time. He couldn¡¯t afford to offend such a master, so Artest turned around and ran away without even thinking about it.

    "But after getting the thunder, it followed him like a shadow. Artest was beaten before he could run very far."It was strong, and the whole body was charred black. At the same time, the hair was on fire, with a faint green smoke and dark flames. The image suddenly became a drowned chicken, no, it should be a charcoal grilled chicken.  .  .  )

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