Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 252
"What's so shabby about this? Universal love does not include these criminals. No matter how many people are killed, it will not affect the rituals."

The cold female voice that sounded in the ears continued.

The anger on Zhao Qingxia's face became more and more obvious, and he couldn't help but angrily yelled: "Crow Duoduo, don't forget that you are also a member of the Tianzhi Association now!"

"Broken with embarrassment?"

Crow Duoduo on the other end of the communication was obviously angry and said coldly: "Since you think you can't stand it, you'd better not be soft when you take action!"

"The last time we were in Laizhou Prefecture, if it weren't for You's mercy, our identities would not have been exposed. As a result, you have been expelled from the 'Mo Offensive Force', and I have also been kicked out of the 'Non-offensive R&D Institute'!"

Hearing the other party's resentful words, Zhao Qingxia couldn't help but have an embarrassed look on his face. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "It will definitely not happen this time."

"You better not, otherwise there is no need to talk about revenge. We can only remove our brains and become two stray dogs off the grid, running around for our lives! Humph!"

After the last cold snort, there was no sound in the ears.

Zhao Qingxia, who knew he was in the wrong, did not dare to speak anymore and cast his eyes fiercely at a low building shaped like a warehouse not far away.

Evil Horn and the others, who had just collected the first money from door to door, all returned to this station belonging to the Mozhou Shipping Company.

"Ah!"

Inside the station, Evil Horn suddenly sneezed out of nowhere.

"Damn it, I've modified most of my mechanical body, why can I still sneeze? Could it be that the doctor cut corners?"

The evil horn cursed and paced towards a shrine filled with incense.

What is enshrined in the shrine is not the common Buddhist and Taoist gods, but a heavy sword with no blade or edge, as flat as a ruler, with long arms.

The incense burner in front was filled with soot, almost overflowing. It was obvious that the people of Mo Zhou Haiyun were very devoted to this sword.

"My ancestor Mo Zhai, please bless me to become Mo Xu's follower as soon as possible, otherwise the disciple will have no choice but to switch to the military path."

While muttering in his mouth to thank his ancestors, Evil Horn respectfully offered the incense.

"Brother, why do we need to worship a sword? Isn't the ancestor of Mo Zhai a human being?"

The evil horn suddenly turned around and kicked the questioner far away.

"You know nothing. Do you know what symbolism is? Do you know what low-key means? Mo Xu has been the representative of Xia since thousands of years ago. What matters is that things should be settled..."

Evil horn's voice suddenly stopped, and he suddenly couldn't remember how to pronounce that poem, and he didn't bother to go to Huangliang Dreamland to look it up. He simply said in his own words, "Anyway, let's leave as soon as we say, kill or bury, the main thing is to highlight a cool and unrestrained character." !”

"That is nice!"

"No wonder the knife you stabbed Mitsui just now was so cool. It turns out you learned it from your ancestors!"

All the subordinates rushed to support him, which made the evil horn feel a little elated.

"Of course, let me tell you, half of the six Shandong provinces are Mo Xu's base. If I can become Mo Xu's follower, maybe the position of owner of Mo Zhou Shipping will be mine in the future! "

"Brother is so awesome! If you became the proprietor, wouldn't our brothers be very popular?"

Someone humbly asked for advice: "What is the basic market?"

"I don't know about this. Do you have any brain-soothing tips in your mind? When you have nothing to do, can you stop visiting those garbage places of desire and learn more about culture?"

After the evil horn scolded everyone, he answered their questions loudly.

"The meaning of the basic market is that if you lose this territory, you won't even have the capital to be a chicken!"

"So serious?" All the subordinates were dumbfounded and couldn't help but exclaim. "

Evil Horn snorted coldly, "It's not just serious, it's simply miserable! So why don't you each come quickly to pay homage to your ancestors and beg him to bless you and give you a chance to break the imperial order in this life!"

Everyone rushed to the shrine, kowtowed, and offered incense.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came!
I saw the gate of the station suddenly opened, and a figure was looming in the smoke and dust.

"I'm not allowed to worship you!"

The roar startled the villain who was imagining that he would be promoted to Mo Xu and become the proprietor of the company.However, he was experienced in many battles. He quickly came to his senses and yelled in a ferocious voice: "Which company's thug are you from? If you don't have the guts to come here to cause trouble, kill him!"

Until this moment, the villain thought the other party was someone sent by a hostile company to cause trouble.

The thugs who were kowtowing on the ground like a gourd rolling to the ground a moment ago suddenly jumped up and swarmed towards Zhao Qingxia.

Pfft!

The thug who was rushing at the front felt his eyes blurred. The figure standing in front of the door had already rushed past him. Just as he was about to turn back and draw the knife, a strange hissing sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

He lowered his head in shock and found that his throat had split open at some point and a thin wound was bleeding continuously under the pressure of the air.

Zhao Qingxia's face was expressionless, but in fact, he was already furious in his heart, and he was merciless in his attacks. The miniature long sword, no longer than the length of his hand, was held between his fingers as fast as lightning, and he inserted and pulled out the hearts of these thugs.

The whole process was smooth, coherent and silent.

In the blink of an eye, the entire station was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

boom! boom! boom!
With a horrified look on his face, Evil Horn shot out all the bullets in his pistol in one go.

He continued to pull the trigger until the firing pin made a clicking sound.

But in Evil Horn's sight, the ghostly figure in the pool of blood still did not fall, and was slowly walking towards him step by step.

"I'm telling you, this is the territory of the Mohist Tianzhi Association. If you want to cause trouble here, you'd better think twice about it first."

Before Evil Horn finished speaking, a miniature long sword had been thrust into his chest, breaking his sternum extremely brutally and directly piercing his heart.

Zhao Qingxia grabbed Evil Horn's hair, lifted his twitching body, and inserted a capsule-shaped mechanical device into his nasal cavity.

Evil Horn's eyes rolled white, the veins on his forehead kept beating, and he made a gurgling sound in his mouth.

"Okay, Zhao Qingxia, this time I finally stopped talking about those useless truths."

"Okay, hurry up and scan. After a while, the person will die and this time it will be in vain."

Zhao Qingxia replied angrily to Crow Duoduo, then raised his head to look at the shrine enshrining the symbol of the Mohist family, and muttered to himself.

"Weihaiwei's arms warehouse, Antonwei's production workshop, and Lingshanwei's shipping company. What on earth does this bastard Mo Ke want to do?"

"What good things can this leader of the Mo Attack Force do? This grandson must be selling weapons to the Japanese civilian areas to make money!"

In the communication, Crow Duoduo sneered, "Scanning completed. This Mozhou Shipping company is indeed connected to the two companies of Weihaiwei and Antonwei."

"But the level of this villain is too low. He has no details and accounts of the transactions in his mind. If you want to have conclusive evidence, it's best to arrest the owner of this company."

The sound of crows suddenly stopped, and only the sizzling noise of electricity remained in the communication.

Zhao Qingxia looked at the well-armed figures emerging from the depths of the station. The familiar equipment and tactical movements made him couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips.

"A full Mo attack team, plus a deputy chief of Mo Qi. Mo Ke, you really think highly of me!"

"Zhao Qingxia, if you stop resisting now, it's still too late to be captured, otherwise."

"Otherwise, what can you do? You just have so many fucking people?!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Qingxia, who was about to fight to the death, suddenly turned around.

There was an excited look on his face, his eyebrows twitching.

At the open gate of the station, two not-so-burly figures blocked the darkness outside.

"Look, these people are going to beat your eldest nephew to tears. How can you, an uncle, endure it?"

Prince Ma, who was wrapped in a black robe, patted Li Jun on the shoulder.

"Come on, kill them."

(End of this chapter)