ah ah! ! !
Howls of pain resounded throughout the night sky in the outskirts.
Zheng Huan covered his eyes and knelt down in front of Lu Sheng. He lowered his head, blood dripped from his fingers, splashed on the ground, and knocked away fine dust.
The soil was infested with a light red color, and a faint smell of rust filled the air.
Lu Sheng stopped looking at him, turned around and walked towards Ding Ning who was beside him.
Psychic masters, that's all. Breaking through the barrier of psionic power, they are weak people who are not much different from ordinary people.
Weakness is sorrow.
It has always been the law of heaven and earth to use the strong to bully the weak. And now, he is strong.
Ding Ning was trembling, watching Lu Sheng walking towards him step by step, he now knew that Zheng Huan must have not released the water just now.
One eye was gouged out alive, such pain, even if he watched from the side, his scalp felt numb.
"You... what do you want to do??" He stepped back unconsciously.
He is a good telekinetic master, but he is just a rookie who has just been promoted, and he has never even been to the battlefield.
In peaceful times, the empire was prosperous, and people in modern society have never seen such cruel methods.
"You...you you!!!" Ding Ning staggered and almost tripped over the stones on the ground.
"Let me tell you, if you step outside the rules, you have to pay a price...."
Lu Sheng stepped forward suddenly, his body rushed forward, and his palm grabbed Ding Ning's face like lightning.
Boom! ! !
Didi... Didi... .Didi...
"Hi, hello, this is the National Mind Energy Center, what help do you need?" A sweet female voice rang on the phone.
"I need to inquire about the specific whereabouts of Psychic Master No. DFS4436."
In the telephone booth on the street, a short-cut man in a gray hoodie took off the cigarette from his mouth and said in a low voice.
There were people coming and going around, a little girl with her mother holding hands, with twin ponytails, looked at the man curiously through the glass of the phone booth.
Her mother leaned down and pulled the little girl away slowly, seeming to be urging something in her mouth.
"Hello, the specific whereabouts of the Psychic Master you inquired about has not been disclosed. If necessary, you can send a payment request to the other party. If the other party is willing... ."
Slap.
The man hung up the phone, opened the phone booth door and walked out.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sun was blinding.
He pulled up his hood to cover his head, and quickly stopped a passing taxi.
He opened the car door and quickly got on it. He handed the driver a note.
"Please stop here, thank you."
"No problem." The driver glanced at the note and quickly entered the automatic navigation.
Only then did the man sit down leisurely, and took out his mobile phone to check the text message records.
"Hasn't Zheng Huan replied yet?" '
'have no idea. I went to the inquiry center, but he didn't reveal his whereabouts to me. '
'Even you turned off whereabouts sharing... .Where did he go? You won't be overwhelmed, will you? We have struggled together for so many years. He said give up and give up? '
'have no idea. I think he is not this kind of person. '
'But think about it, this kind of thing happened in his family, his wife and children have been raising them for so many years, and they are not his own. This hit does... .'
'At the beginning I persuaded him. How could the eldest daughter of the Horus family fall in love with him suddenly. But he won't listen. Say I don't believe in love. The man thought for a while, then went back and deleted the last sentence 'believe in love'.
'What about his parents? '
'Leave early. Gone. '
'... ... '
'So we now...? ? '
'Find him or break up. '
So far, there is no more information.
The man closed his eyes and sighed, putting away his phone.
"Zheng Huan... have you really given up?" He was lost in thought for a moment, recalling the times when he studied together, took exams together, and broke through together.
Look at Zheng Huan's miserable experience now.
His parents died early, and the only spiritual support is his wife and children, but now, his wife just uses him as a successor. The daughter is not his own, and doesn't even recognize him.
The best brother fought for him and died unexpectedly. In order to seek justice, he went to argue, but was dismissed from his post, severely injured, and kicked out of the border alliance.
A majestic high-level Psychic master, unexpectedly does not have a battleship that he can control by himself, and is reduced to the point of becoming a bounty hunter.
Now, he even gave up on the telekinetic experiment that he partnered with a few of them.
"The Horus family... ruthless enough."
The man murmured, no longer thinking about it, leaning back on the seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Jiumingtang.
In the lobby of the remodeled warehouse.
Lu Sheng casually grabbed a 50-jin metal ball on the ground, and threw it back to Zheng Huan who followed.
With a heavy whistling sound, the metal ball automatically slowed down and stopped when it flew one meter away from Zheng Huan. Then it slowly danced around him automatically.
At this time, Zheng Huan had a black blindfold on one eye, and his face was paler, but compared to when Lu Sheng saw him for the first time, he was obviously much more energetic.
In the only remaining eye, from time to time there was a trace of hatred and gratitude towards Lu Sheng.
"How does it feel to break free from that disabled state?"
Lu Sheng said flatly.
"Actually, you should thank me. No matter how powerful a space battleship is, it is just a pile of scrap iron without power."
"Space battleships are not all metal." Zheng Huan said coldly.
"Then change it to trash." Lu Sheng didn't care.
"What do you want me to do?" Zheng Huan asked directly. "Let me tell you first, I have a big problem, and there are powerful people who are targeting and oppressing me."
Lu Sheng turned a deaf ear to it.
He was just interested in Zheng Huan. He has seen many miserable people, but few like Zheng Huan, whose body is vaguely entwined with mystery.
"Do you know?" Zheng Huan glanced at Lu Sheng. "From childhood to adulthood, almost everyone who has anything to do with me has a bad end."
"En?" Isn't this the same as Wang Jing? Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat.
"Accidents will happen to people who are nice to me, and everyone close to me." Zheng Huan said flatly. "My parents, my uncle and uncle.
I used to think that I had sustenance and hope, but unfortunately... it was all false.
I've never had those things..."
Lu Sheng rummaged through the table, randomly picked up a thin light yellow invitation card, and threw it to Zheng Huan.
"Take it, come with me tomorrow."
Zheng Huan caught it.
The invitation said, Anming City Garrison, sent by Colonel Terry.
I opened it and looked, and inside was an invitation card for a fighting exchange sent by the Anming City Military Region.
"One of my disciples is Colonel Terry's nephew. This time I hope to select seedlings from the army to join my Jiumingtang." Lu Sheng is very confident in his psychological guidance skills, and the little brainwashing technology in the army , how could it be his opponent.
At that time, the expansion of influence is just around the corner.
"What are your plans?" Zheng Huan was taken aback.
"What plan??" Lu Sheng grinned. Under the light, his smile looked a little gloomy and cold.
"Don't you think there are too many different voices in Anming City?"
"I want my Nine Life Hall disciples to be everywhere I see them."
Although Zheng Huan didn't understand what Lu Sheng wanted to do, he instinctively felt chills when he heard this.
"The world is so big, since there is no place for you, then cut it out yourself." Lu Sheng turned and walked to the depths of the Nine Life Hall.
"Your body is too weak. From tomorrow onwards, practice martial arts with me. Remember to pay the tuition."
Zheng Huan gritted his teeth, and for some reason, an inexplicable restlessness slowly emerged in his heart.
He turned his head and saw a map of the entire Magic Map Empire hanging on the white wall.
And Anming City, where they are located, is on the far left side of the map.
The underside of a pink planet.
"Strong, ruthless, ambitious. I want to see how far you can go." Zheng Huan suppressed the trembling in his heart, turned and walked towards the door.
He will not run away, and he will not run away again until he defeats Lu Sheng.
Anming city temporary training base.
Colonel Terry led the training regiment and had been training here for several hours.
The content of the training camp is mainly free combat and unarmed combat. It refers to how to overcome the enemy and win the victory without any weapons.
The training uniform of the Motu Empire is dark green with black markings, and the epaulettes on the shoulders are marked by the number of protruding spikes.
These spikes seem to be very difficult to train, and there are sharp spikes as long as a finger on each shoulder.
Each soldier wears two shoulder armors, which are specially used to inlay spikes, and also has an individual combat bag with a weight of thirty catties. There are various field combat functions on it. There are even small fragmentation bombs for emergency use, small cloud bombs, and miniature nuclear-powered daggers. Single-shot laser cannons and more.
Colonel Terry was a tall, heavy-set white man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
There is a bite scar on one side of his neck, which was the result of being bitten by an indigenous beast during a star landing battle.
He is over forty years old, has no heirs, and only has a nephew who lost his parents, whom he regards as his own.
At this time, his nephew was standing beside him, looking expectantly at the edge of the school field.
Two dark green military jeeps were slowly driving over there.
"All! Attention! Right, turn!"
Colonel Terry commanded loudly.
A total of 32 people were trained, all of which were the most elite soldiers of the Anming Military Region, who were selected by him and planned to send to participate in the provincial top soldier combat competition.
This time, he was also listening to his nephew talking about Master Wang Mu of Jiumingtang.
He went to Bai's house to inspect the scene himself, and after confirming that it was correct, he took the initiative to send an invitation to Wang Mu.
Although he doesn't really believe that folk martial arts can achieve that level of power, it should be caused by some new technology of exoskeleton armor.
But no matter what, whether this meeting is true or not, it can be seen at once.
He straightened the black spikes on his shoulders. The dark green military uniform was almost integrated with the black spikes, which looked like a tight armor from a distance.
Although this military uniform does have the defensive power of individual armor, the flexibility is not comparable to that of armor. This is the huge gap between civilian technology and military technology.