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"Z, no!" Didara smiled excitedly. He could smell something similar from Zhang Ming, "According to what you said... Teacher Z."

Zhang Ming said: "I can provide you with venues and new 'art' ideas. Would you like to join my team?"

"Let me be your subordinate?" Didara asked.

"It's an art exchange."

"Yes, art communication, I like this word." Didara's face turned red with excitement.

For many years, his art has been despised and feared by others, and even the group of people organized by Xiao only value his combat effectiveness.

Deidara never considered himself a warrior, he was an artist!

"I promise you. However, I have received your gift, so I have to give you a gift in return."

Deidara quickly made a seal and summoned a clay flying dragon. He rode on the dragon and flew into the air.

In mid-air, he shouted: "My art is divided into different grades. C1 and C2 artworks are not worthy to be shown. Teacher Z, this is C3·[-]th!"

Didara stretched out his hands, squeezed out a fist-sized clay doll, and threw it out.

The human idol inflates rapidly like a balloon, and with just one breath, it becomes a behemoth with a height of [-] to [-] meters. It floats above Zhang Ming's head, and slowly falls with suffocating pressure.

"Run! This is C3! Back then, I Gaara's Shayin Ninja Village was almost blown up by this thing!" Murong Tiezhu pulled Zhang Ming, but Zhang Ming seemed to be stupid, looking at the shelter. The clay doll that covered the sky did not move at all.

"you go first!"

Zhang Ming pushed away the iron pillar, pushed the flying boots, and quickly lifted into the air. He was carrying a backpack in his hand, which was filled with the soul, forbidden magic, and high-explosive bombs he had prepared before.

Throw out the absurd lock, tie each bomb to a rope, and under the control of the mind, the absurd lock is tightly wrapped around the huge clay doll...

Zhang Ming: "Detonate!"

Deidara: "Oh!"

A dazzling light appeared in the sky, like a small sun, which made people dare not look directly, followed by high temperature and shock.

Within a radius of five kilometers, whether it is the ground, buildings or vehicles, they are all reduced to ashes in an instant!

Murong Tiezhu drove the editor and used ninjutsu to escape.

Almost all the criminals were dead, only a few guys who ran fast before were lucky enough to survive.

The explosion woke up most of Tokyo, and even the director of the marinated egg in New York received the news.

He yelled into the phone: "That bastard, what on earth do you want to do! If this goes on, even SHIELD won't be able to help him! Where is he? I want to talk to Zhang Ming! Immediately!"

Coulson held up the binoculars and said into the microphone: "He was at the explosion site and was shaking hands with a strange young man. The two of them seem to hit it off very well."

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Tokyo Skytree.

Zhang Ming knocked on the door, but the door was not closed, so he walked in.

Didara was crouching in front of the desk, carefully carving clay bombs.

Zhang Ming walked over and asked, "Teacher Di, do you want a bomb? If you want a bomb, as long as you open Jinkou, I will send it to you later!"

Didara smiled, "Then you can bring it."

"Clean up the workbench, and I'll bring the bomb and the schematic later."

Leaving Didara's private laboratory, Zhang Ming smiled.

Deidara is a pure technical geek, and he is a very talkative guy-provided that his morbid artistic pursuit is satisfied, and he is allowed to have a few big explosions from time to time!

Back on the top floor, Murong Tiezhu was lying on the sofa, eating French fries and watching TV.

On the screen is a press conference, and the broadcast is about Zhang Ming.

"...OK, next question."

Standing on the podium was a gray-haired government spokesman who was over fifty years old. He looked up and finally called a female reporter sitting in the front row.

"What do you think of terrorist Z? Why is there still no official action against him?"

The spokesperson looked down at the manuscript and said bravely: "This question...we can't classify him as a terrorist. Up to now, he hasn't done anything to harm ordinary people."

"But he occupied the Skytree." The reporter added, "Every hour, it will cause huge losses and cause extremely bad international influence. And..."

The reporter took a deep breath, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "The explosion last night was the work of Z." She took out a small plastic bag from her jacket pocket, and there was a piece of metal debris inside.

She pointed to a tiny wound on her cheek, "Ten kilometers away, this fragment landed on my face. As a citizen of this country, I feel that my safety cannot be protected. I hope you can give me an answer."

There was cold sweat on the speaker's forehead, but as a window to the outside world, he had no choice but to say: "On this issue, I can only say—"

Murong Tiezhu turned off the TV, turned his head and said to Zhang Ming: "If you want to do something, I suggest that you do it as soon as possible. Director Brain Dan can't stand it anymore. The voices of various countries want to kill you are very loud. Twitter, Facebook is full of things about you."

Tie Zhu raised his phone, and there were thousands of messages on his Facebook account.

Zhang Ming took it over and said, "You've only been here for a few days, and you already have social platform accounts... Wait, [-] followers? How did you do it?"

"I pretended to be a reporter on the spot, and then uploaded some photos and texts, and that's it." Murong Tiezhu explained.

Zhang Ming flipped through the messages until he saw a conversation, and raised his head in disbelief: "You're even dating a Japanese girl online? She's still a high school student!"

"Hey! This is private, and we're talking business."