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Chapter 1683 General Zhang, please stay
You can't enter the Old Man Mansion whenever you want. Every entry needs to be approved by the Sequence Committee, and then three secret keys must be combined to enter the core area.

Even if Ren Wuyang was familiar with the Mu Nian Mansion, he couldn't open it and ask Chang Kongluo and others to clean up the mess.

The only thing he could move at the moment was the device on the outer door.

Although the old mansion was actually a place of house arrest, it was nominally a sanatorium.

There are various protective measures in places like this, but they are not impregnable.

As a rocket launcher fell, many places were impacted and exploded, revealing the true entrance to the Mu Nian Mansion.

The collapse of the deceptive outer walls and covering buildings also revealed the true entrance to the old mansion.

Several large characters of Xuanhua Gate still remain on the original ancient building, but the modern instruments placed at the entrance make Xuanhua Gate different.

Zhang Qiaoen's information was also fixed at this location. When something different was revealed, Zhang Qiaoen immediately knew the true location of the Old Man's Mansion hidden in the palace.

He was holding a large iron-ringed sword wrapped in red cloth, and blood was still flowing under the sharp light of the blade.

Although he had a piece of gray cloth covering his head to identify his identity during fierce battles, Zhang Qiaoen's tiger whiskers that were as prickly as needles still made him highly recognizable, and his eyes were burning like flames.

With just one glance, one can sense Zhang Qiaoen's murderous sentiment.

Zhang Qiaoen vaguely felt that he had stepped into a trap, but he had no choice but to step into it.

Now there is no turning back for him, and no one will give him a way back.

Eliminate the high-level Old Age Sequencers in the Old Age Mansion and kill the members of this Sequence Committee. As for the future mess, it will be resolved over time.

This was the only decision he could make at the moment.

This decision even caused him to lose the son he had raised for many years.

He looked towards the man who was calling out "Dad" in the distance, only to see his head shrink quickly. So he ignored this cowardly second and third generation member of Xijing City.

"A group of people are trapped in the Mu Nian Mansion, so let's fulfill their wish," Zhang Qiaoen said coldly, "There are high-voltage electrical devices inside. Go and turn them on. If they can't be turned on, cut off the power to isolate the fresh air system and throw the poison gas bottle in through the feeding port. Without Zhou Xin's body, they won't last long!"

Zhang Qiaoen swung his iron-ringed broadsword forward, and the patrol officer holding a walkie-talkie five meters away was stunned for a moment, and then his head flew out along with the severed guard booth.

A man with white hair stepped forward quickly, grabbed several remote controls and pressed them one by one. With the sound of hinges, three partition doors rose up rapidly.

"Zhang Qiaoen!"

Zhou Rihui's anxious shouts could be heard from afar, but Zhang Qiaoen didn't even bother looking back.

This rocket killed five of his close friends and injured many others. Zhang Qiaoen will remember this and will settle accounts with these people.

Including members of the Sequence Committee, children of these members' families, and those who provided him with information.

Someone intercepted him, which led to a rapid outbreak of hostility. Some people were troubles that needed to be eliminated, and some were hidden dangers that Zhang Qiaoen needed to kill and eliminate.

Each type of person has a different identity, and the harm caused by each type of person is also different.

Zhang Qiaoen needs a committee that he can control, and the transfer of power is the easiest thing.

As long as he doesn't eliminate the people working at the lower level, everything below will function normally. At most, there will be fewer people rushing and fighting at the top level.

Without these people, the Red Alliance will still be able to turn around, and even distribute the benefits and turn around more healthily.

The only drawback is that they will suffer some losses when facing international confrontations, but the British Allied Countries can hold on, and Zhang Qiaoen doesn't believe that they can't hold on.

"kill!"

The partition door was wide enough for someone to pass through, and Zhang Qiaoen quickly waved.

He glanced back and then ran quickly, acting as the last person responsible for intercepting and mopping up.

Zhou Rihui's figure was looming in the flames and thick smoke, and he was obviously chasing after them.

But as long as Zhang Qiaoen does not step into this kind of environment, Zhou Rihui will be of no use to him, and even if he wants to die with him it will be difficult to do so.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire was heard, and Zhang Qiaoen blocked the iron ring-headed sword, and the bullet bounced off the blade. Several gunshots were heard in succession, and Zhang Qiaoen didn't even look at them.

The marksman had apparently misjudged the man, thinking he would dodge the bullets, and was caught in the path of his opponent's second and third shots.

But with the first shot, he broke this spear technique, making the opponent's subsequent attacks ineffective.

"You underestimate Zhang's swordsmanship!"

Zhang Qiaoen's swordsmanship is not like those rigid genetic fighting techniques that use the special abilities of animals. He can take off Jiang Chao's head from a hundred steps away, and block the fragments of a rocket explosion to rescue several old friends.

The power created by the fusion of ancient martial arts and modern genetic technology is far greater than those genetic fighting techniques that seek quick success and instant gain of power.

The current situation is uncertain, and human development and evolution does not follow a single path.

Xijing City has its own way to become powerful, and Linjing City also has its own development path.

This is Zhang Qiaoen’s way.

If it weren't for the limitations brought by genetic technology and age, Zhang Qiaoen would have dared to take a knife and confront Montesbatton, the number one man in the world, to see who was stronger, himself or the other.

Zhang Qiaoen lightly swung the iron-ringed broadsword. Just as his right hand was about to reach for the knife bag on his back, he felt that the gunman who had been locked in his sight had disappeared.

He frowned slightly, but didn't care.

With the opponent's spear skills, it is quite difficult to injure him. The opponent's spear skills are not even as weird as Song Buer's.

But when Zhang Qiaoen was about to take another quick step, he heard the sharp sound of a bullet breaking through the air again.

He swung his sword and the bullet flew away again, and then he heard two more gunshots.

One bullet hit his right eye, one hit his throat, and one hit his lower abdomen. These three shots were fired in a very short time and each shot was accurate. Even Zhang Qiaoen had to sigh at this time, feeling that the opponent's marksmanship was extremely strong.

Moreover, the opponent's shooting position had been quickly shifted, at least twenty meters away from the initial shooting.

After these three shots, the opponent was obviously changing positions quickly.

Most importantly, Zhang Qiaoen failed to lock onto the exact position of this opponent.

Unless he could predict his opponent's attack and counterattack with a heavy flying knife the moment the opponent shoots, Zhang Qiaoen would have a chance of killing the opponent.

He reached out and touched his back, and obtained a short knife that was several times smaller than a normal knife, but twice as large as a small flying knife or other hidden weapons.

Zhang Qiaoen clamped his right hand, obviously wanting to get rid of the gunman who was shooting continuously at once.

But he didn't wait for the seventh shot.

In the billowing black smoke, Zhou Rihui had just rushed out of the thick smoke and sea of ​​fire when a voice came from the right.

"General Zhang, please stay!"

After shouting a few words, Zhang Qiaoen felt a flash before his eyes, and Zhang Li, covered in blood, lay in front of him.

With a broken heart and a broken neck, Zhang Li's death was extremely tragic.

Even Zhang Qiaoen couldn't help but shed tears when she saw this scene.

But he came to his senses very quickly.

"Who bewitched me?"

With a loud shout, Zhang Qiaoen quickly broke free from the influence.

In the scorching hot air, Zhang Qiaoen saw a pair of iron fists covered with blue veins coming towards him.

"You have a Seventh Sequence who is good at intimidation!"

After taking Zhou Rihui's two punches head-on, Zhang Qiaoen felt bitter in his heart.

From the information he knew, it was obvious that such a person was missed.