At the entrance of a villa with fountains and statues in front, Majewski said to the spiritual instructor beside him with excitement on his face: "House, this time feels great, I am about to touch the world of pure spirits. "
He is not yet forty, tall, with sunken eye sockets, straight nose bridge, light green eyes, soft contour lines, he is a good handsome man, and he is born with a childlike temperament, not at all like murder and arson , smuggling and drug trafficking, forcing good men into prostitution, a gangster who does all kinds of evil.
The spiritual instructor is a mixed-race young man in his twenties. His hair is dyed white, his eyes are light brown, dark and deep, and he seems to be connected to another mysterious and strange world. When the base stations are together, it doesn't look young, but it becomes more unpredictable.
"Very good, try to keep this feeling, repeat the meditation tonight, I believe we can become the same kind of people." House replied with a smile, feeling liberated, relieved, relaxed, peaceful and so on.
Another spiritual cultivator was in his forties, with madness hidden in his eyes, as if he was still reminiscing about the carnival just now, and because of the carnival, he got rid of the shackles, expressing the sense of renewal of life in the soul.
He and House stood on the left and right sides of Majewski, surrounded by several professional bodyguards and gangster gunmen, and boarded a bulletproof car.
...
In a certain room on the first floor of the villa, Jennifer, whose cheeks were flushed uncontrollably, shook her wine glass, looked brightly at Huang Xiwen, who was completely relaxed, and said:
"how do you feel?"
"I feel light and light, my body seems to have no weight, and my depression and pain have also vented out with yelling. I am very happy and happy." Huang Xiwen replied with a little confusion in her eyes. Although her body was tired, her spirit was satisfied .
But after all, it was the first time for her to participate in a similar party, and she soon became worried:
"Sister Jennifer, will this be addictive?"
"You can rest assured that this is a secret drug from a certain spiritual society. It does contain a little bit of marijuana, but you also know it, and you can search for it. It is less addictive than cigarettes. Look at me, there are usually Are you showing signs of addiction?" Jennifer explained in a soft voice, and she was very persuasive.
"Yes, senior, you look very healthy and full of energy." Huang Xiwen said with half affirmation and half envy.
The senior sister handled the classes and parties with ease, unlike herself, full of pressure.
Jennifer smiled, and then said, "Lola, did you know there was a party on the second floor just now?"
"I know." Huang Xiwen had been curious about this for a long time, but without an invitation, she couldn't pass the burly man at the stairs.
"It's a **** secret party, which can help you release stress better, get rid of the shackles of the outside world and your body, and truly see your unique self and your jewel-like soul. It can help you relax, gain wonderful peace, and allow you to experience extreme happiness, thereby breaking the 'prison' and gaining the opportunity to communicate with the pure spiritual world." Jennifer described it in a dreamlike tone.
Seeing that Huang Xiwen still had some reservations, she was cautious, so she changed the way she said: "This is the most popular party in the upper class. There are congressmen, lawyers, professors, and CEOs of various companies. The people you met before That spirit cultivator is their mentor, and he is very powerful, much more powerful than those with superpowers."
Just hearing the words "high society", Huang Xiwen's heart skipped a beat, but she still had some doubts about it, so she didn't dare to ask more questions, and talked about him from left to right.
...
At the entrance of the villa, after Majewski and the two spirits got into the bulletproof car, several professional bodyguards did not get out immediately and took the black vehicle behind, but separated the four doors and guarded the surroundings.
As the bulletproof car moved slowly, they held down the door, ran in small steps, and maintained the position just now, until the other party had fully accelerated, then retracted their arms, turned around quickly, and got into the second car that was also moving forward but with the door open. The whole process is professional.
At this moment, a figure jumped out of the shadows outside the villa, wearing a low-pressed baseball cap and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, covering half of the face, while the part exposed outside was glittering and chaotic. The color is lost, the muscles are tight, and the skin is abnormally thin.
It was too late to say it, it was so fast, Lou Cheng just pounced, and shrunk to the side of the bulletproof car, hugged him with blood, and immediately exploded, inflated his right arm, opened his palm, and slammed into the flames. pressed on the trunk.
Squeak!
There was a sharp and ear-piercing friction sound instantly, and the rear wheels of the bulletproof car were firmly pressed to the ground. It spun wildly at first, and then slowed down rapidly, splashing golden sparks one by one.
However, Lou Cheng's feet were pushed inwards, his muscles were exaggerated, twisting the strength of his whole body into one body, and the cracks around him stood out one after another, spreading outwards.
He directly pressed a car that had already started to stop!
When this sudden change occurred, the rear car subconsciously made a sudden brake, shaking several bodyguards so that they did not stick out large-caliber pistols from the window immediately.
And House in the car in front had already reacted, a dark fire flashed in his eyes, and a twisted shadow appeared in front of him.
At this time, Lou Cheng didn't make any unnecessary movements, he shook his left arm, stretched it out, his five fingers spread out, his tiny muscles and veins swelled, and he grabbed the door of the vehicle's fuel tank in blue and black and red.
Amidst the sound of cracking steel, the "small door" was pulled up abruptly. Lou Cheng took advantage of this momentum to step back, avoiding the shadow that came through the door and banging with the bodyguards behind. shooting.
They stabilized their bodies, popped their guns out of the window, and completed a round of rapid fire.
One step back, another step back, during this process, Lou Cheng swung his right hand forward suddenly, and shot out a highly condensed heavy fireball that accurately ignited the shadow, and got into the fuel tank!
"No!" Witnessing this scene, Majewski and the captain of the bodyguard uttered a shocking cry.
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded immediately, swallowing all other sounds. The terrifying fireball rose from the inside of the bulletproof car, rolled out, tore the steel plate, shattered the glass, and ignited a raging red. It was extremely magnificent and terrifying. .
The bodyguards in the car behind were stunned for a short time, enduring the fear of the second explosion, got out of the car one after another, and divided into two groups, one group was going to shoot in the direction of Loucheng, and the other group was trying to save people.
At this time, the flames that completely covered the front car suddenly parted strangely, and were pushed to the surroundings by the wind blowing out of thin air, and were stained with dark green.
In the car with only skeletons left, "Spiritualist" House had dark eyes, tattered clothes, kicked open the tattered car door and walked out with a pale face, with a shadow wrapped around his left hand and Majewski with his right arm.
The underworld tycoon was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and there were many terrible burn marks on his body. Although the injuries were not fatal, they were quite serious, and he almost fell into a coma on the spot. Embarrassed, almost lost combat power.
Lou Cheng turned around as he wished, and retreated to the back of the flower bed. When the bodyguard got off the car and House turned the fire on, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, grabbed a coin, and popped it out with his fingers.
Zheng!
The penny twisted and deformed, rubbing out a row of golden and red sparks, and shot towards Majewski with electricity.
House cursed in a low voice, threw Majewski under his feet, stretched his palms forward, formed more shadows, and faced the "explosive bomb".
boom! The coin exploded, shattered, pierced through layers of shadows, and finally lost its power, while the bodyguards covered Lou Cheng's position with firepower, forcing him to evade again and stay away from the scene.
At this moment, behind the crowd, a bullet was fired from the silencer, and it hit Majewski's head soundlessly, causing him to suddenly widen his eyes and bulge out his eyes. .
On the huge stone sculpture in the fountain, the shadow that had been lurking for a long time threw a few thin lines, stuck to the corner of the villa, and disappeared with a whoosh.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng retreated quickly without staying any longer, and after a few ups and downs, he left everyone far away.
After a while of wind and lightning, he suddenly stopped, and a shadow following him was reflected in the "Spiritual Ice Mirror". It was like a face, vaguely showing the appearance of House.
For non-humans with alienated bodies, it is very simple to use "superpowers" in a small area, but in the case of long distances, it is impossible to control them at all, while "spiritual practice" seems to be unlimited.
Lou Cheng remained calm, sketched the ancient Chinese character "兵" in his mind, and turned its blood-fiend effect into spikes, shooting towards the shadow.
This is an operation that can only be completed after he breaks through the "Ice Mirror". It also belongs to the simplification of the "Nine Characters", and it also uses reduced power in exchange for quick use.
With a puff, the "spike" hit the shadow, obliterating it in one fell swoop.
"Ah!" At the entrance of the villa, House suddenly let out a scream, covered his head, and fell to the ground in pain, his body twitched, which was extremely terrifying.
The bodyguards looked at each other for a few seconds, and were about to start saving people, but at this moment, the flames in the car flared up again, causing a second explosion.
Boom!
The loud noise made the faces of men and women in the villa turn pale. Some called the police, and some tried to peep outside.
"Don't be afraid, there's nothing wrong with Mr. House." Jennifer comforted Huang Xiwen, "and Mr. Zayer, he is a powerful person with a head and face..."
Zayer is Majewski's pseudonym.
"Is Mr. House very strong?" Huang Xiwen asked tremblingly.
"Very strong, he is a very talented spiritual practitioner." Jennifer confirmed.
After waiting for a few minutes, they saw that the explosions and gunfire outside had stopped. They looked out the window cautiously, and saw a luxury car burned to the skeleton. Majewski and House were moved aside, and there was no movement. .
The villa was completely quiet and depressing, Huang Xiwen shook her head, thinking that this would be a nightmare she could never get rid of.
...
Two blocks away, Lou Cheng met Smith and changed out of his delivery clothes and sneakers, turning them into ashes.
Watching Lou Cheng's bones making loud noises, becoming bigger and taller, his face muscles swelled up, and his outline became clear again, Smith couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Oh, it's amazing."
"A little skill." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
After "meeting the gods in the void", his control over the body was enough to complete the bone shrinkage.
Smith started the car and drove into the distance. After a while of silence, he said with lingering fear:
"I'm so crazy that I was bewitched by you and participated in this incident. I violated the creed of Spider-Man. I don't deserve to be Spider-Man anymore. Lou, you know, this is the first time I killed someone. I've been a special agent for 10 years, I haven't been involved in any dangerous missions, and I haven't done a few things that a 'superhero' should do. This is the first time I have experienced a bullet shot out, and a life is gone, Maev Skye and the spirituals around him are damned, but without conviction, I feel like I'm committing a crime...”
Lou Cheng glanced at Smith, the corner of his mouth twitched and said:
"Smith, calm down, I didn't know you talked so much..."
"Understand, understand, calm down, calm down." Smith took a breath and regained his professionalism as an agent.
Lou Cheng pondered for a while and said, "Do you think Majewski deserves to die? If he could find strong evidence to crucify him, others would have already done it. If not, even if he is caught, he can easily leave the court."
"I know." Smith looked sideways at Lou Chengdao, "I just feel that I am no longer Spider-Man, and I need to find a concept that really suits me. Lou, why are you so calm? Don't you have inner struggles?"
Isn’t this nonsense? It’s not me who did the killing in the end... Lou Cheng thought for a while and replied seriously:
"Probably because my legal awareness is relatively weak."
"..." Smith was at a loss.
He didn't say any more, took a detour, put the gun back to the side of Majewski's opponent's men, and finally sent Lou Cheng to the North District of Cannes.
After entering the room, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke who was waiting in the living room without changing her pajamas, and said with a smile:
"Get it done, So. easy."
"The specific situation." Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief and asked with shining eyes.
Lou Cheng was about to describe, when he suddenly heard his stomach humming, he said with a smirk, "Let me get something to eat first, I'm already hungry after such an event."
"I'll do it!" Yan Zheke eagerly raised her arms, "What do you want to eat?"
"Want to eat noodles?" Lou Cheng smiled casually.
"There's flour~ you can make your own noodles." Yan Zheke ran into the kitchen with small steps, then called Lou Cheng, pointed at the flour and said, "I'm done, you knead!"
"Didn't you do it?" Lou Cheng laughed out loud.
Yan Zheke pursed her lower lip, and replied innocently:
"Your hands are stronger!"
"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and put on the apron.
After Huang Xiwen and the others finished being questioned by the police, he just brought out a bowl of noodles, watched as Yan Zheke heated up the leftovers before, poured them in as toppings, and ate them heartily, occasionally giving The girl tells about the past.
What a night.