Martial Arts Master

At the door of a villa with a fountain and a statue in front of it, Majewski said to the spiritual instructor next to him with excitement on his face: "House, this feels great, I am about to come into contact with the pure spiritual world. "

He is less than forty, tall, with deep-set eye sockets, a straight nose, light green eyes, and soft contours. He is a good-looking man, and he is born with a child-like temperament, which is not like murder and arson at all. , a gangster who smuggles and sells drugs, forces good girls into prostitution, and does all kinds of evil.

The spiritual mentor is a mixed-race young man in his twenties, with dyed white hair and light brown eyes, dark and deep, which seems to be connected to another mysterious and strange world. When the base stands together, they don't look young, but become more and more unpredictable.

"Very good, try to keep this feeling and meditate again tonight. I believe we can become the same kind of people." House replied with a smile, feeling emancipated, relieved, relaxed, and peaceful.

Another spiritual practitioner is in his forties, with hidden madness in his eyes. He seems to be still recalling the carnival just now, and how he was freed from the constraints of the carnival and expressed the sense of renewal in his soul.

He and House stood on the left and right sides of Majewski respectively, and boarded a bulletproof car surrounded by several professional bodyguards and gang gunmen.

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In a room on the first floor of the villa, Jennifer, whose cheeks were flushed, shook her wine glass, looked at Huang Xiwen, who was completely relaxed, with bright eyes and said:

"how do you feel?"

"I feel so light, my body seems to have no weight, and my depression and pain are vented by shouting. I am very happy." Huang Xiwen replied with a little confusion in her eyes. Although her body was tired, her spirit was satisfied. .

But after all, this was her first time attending a similar party, and she quickly became worried:

“Senior Jennifer, will this be addictive?”

"You can rest assured that this is the secret medicine of a certain spiritual society. It does contain a little bit of marijuana, but as you know, you can also search for it. It is less addictive than cigarettes. You see, I usually have Showing signs of addiction?" Jennifer explained in a gentle voice, persuasive.

"Yes, senior sister, you look very healthy and energetic." Huang Xiwen said with half certainty and half envy.

The senior managed the classes and parties with ease, unlike myself, who was full of stress.

Jennifer smiled sweetly and then said: "Laura, 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 she couldn't pass the tall man at the stairs without an invitation.

"It is a secret party of the spiritual society. It can help you release stress better, get rid of the shackles of the outside world and the body, and truly see your unique self, and see your own gem-like bright soul. This can not only help You relax and gain wonderful peace, and it also allows you to experience ultimate happiness, thereby breaking out of the 'prison' and gaining the opportunity to communicate with the pure spiritual world." Jennifer described it in a dreamy tone.

Seeing that Huang Xiwen still had reservations and was cautious, she changed her explanation: "This is the most popular party in upper class society. There are parliamentarians, lawyers, professors, and CEOs of various companies. The ones you met before That spiritual practitioner is their mentor, he is very powerful, much more powerful than those with super powers.”

Just hearing the words "upper class" made Huang Xiwen's heart skip a beat, but she still had doubts about it, so she didn't dare to ask more questions and just ignored him.

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At the entrance of the villa, after Majewski and the two spiritual cultivators got into the bulletproof car, several professional bodyguards did not immediately get away to ride in the black vehicle behind them. Instead, they separated by the four doors to guard the surroundings.

As the bulletproof car slowly started to move, they held the door and ran quickly, maintaining their previous position. They did not retract their arms until the other party started to speed up completely, then turned around and got into the second car that was also moving forward but with the door open. The process was professional and classy.

At this moment, a figure jumped out of the shadows outside the villa. He was wearing a low-down baseball cap and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, covering half of his face. The exposed part was sparkling and chaotic. The color is gone, the muscles are tight, and the body is abnormally thin.

It was too late, but it was so fast that Lou Cheng just pounced and shrunk to the side of the bulletproof car. With a hug of energy and blood, he immediately exploded, expanded his right arm, opened his palm, and fiercely swayed in the flames. The ground was pressed against the trunk.

Squeak!

A sharp and harsh friction sound was instantly heard, and the rear wheels of the bulletproof car were firmly pressed to the ground. They first started to spin wildly, and then quickly slowed down, splashing out golden sparks.

Lou Cheng's feet were pressed inward, and his muscles were exaggerated, twisting the strength of his whole body into one body. The cracks around him were prominent and spreading outward.

He directly stopped a car that was already speeding!

When this sudden change occurred, the car behind him subconsciously braked suddenly, shaking several bodyguards and preventing them from immediately drawing out their large-caliber pistols from the window.

House, who was in the car in front, had already reacted. Dark fire flashed in his eyes, and a twisted and uncertain shadow appeared in front of him.

At this time, Lou Cheng did not make any unnecessary movements. He shook his left arm and reached out. His fingers spread out, swollen his small muscles and veins, and he grasped the door of the vehicle's fuel tank with a green-black color and a dark red color.

With the sound of broken steel, the "small door" was forcibly pulled open. Lou Cheng took advantage of this momentum and stepped back, avoiding the shadow that penetrated the car door and the banging shots of the bodyguards behind him.

They stabilized their bodies, stretched out their firearms from the window, and completed a round of rapid fire.

He retreated once and then retreated again. During this process, Lou Cheng suddenly swung his right hand forward and shot out a highly condensed and heavy fireball, which accurately ignited the shadow and penetrated into the fuel tank!

"No!" Witnessing this scene, Majewski and the bodyguard captain let out shocking screams.

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded immediately, swallowing up all other sounds. The terrifying fireball rose from the inside of the bulletproof car, rolled outward, tore the steel plate, shattered the glass, and ignited into a raging red. It was extremely magnificent and terrifying. .

The bodyguards in the car behind were stunned for a moment. They endured the fear of the secondary explosion and quickly got out of the car. They were divided into two groups. One group wanted to chase and shoot in the direction of Lou Cheng, and the other group tried to save people.

At this time, the flames that completely covered the car in front suddenly separated strangely, and were pushed around by the dark wind blowing out of thin air, dyeing it green.

In the car with only the skeleton left, "Spiritual Cultivator" House had a dark glow in his eyes, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was pale. He kicked open the tattered car door and walked out. His left arm was wrapped in a shadow, and his right hand was holding Majewski.

The underworld tycoon was bleeding from his mouth and had many terrible burn marks on his body. Although not fatal, his injuries were quite serious and almost made him unconscious on the spot. However, another spiritual cultivator and his capable subordinate who was the driver, even though he was stronger, could not He was also in a miserable state and almost lost his fighting power.

Lou Cheng made a successful turn and retreated to the back of the flower bed. When the bodyguards got out of the car and House was expelling the fire, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, grabbed a coin, and popped it out with his finger.

Zheng!

The cent twisted and deformed, rubbing out a stream of golden and red sparks, which shot toward Majevsky.

House cursed lowly, threw Majewski to his feet, stretched his palms forward, formed more shadows, and faced the "explosive bomb."

boom! The coin exploded, split into pieces, and finally lost its power after penetrating layers of shadows. The bodyguards covered Lou Cheng's position with fire, forcing him to retreat further and stay away from the scene.

At this moment, behind everyone, a bullet was shot out of the silencer and silently hit Majewski's head. His eyes suddenly widened and bulged, and he became incontinent and refused to rest in peace. .

On the huge stone sculpture in the fountain, a dark shadow that had been lurking for a long time threw out a few thin threads and stuck to the corners of the villa, disappearing with a whoosh.

Upon seeing this, Lou Cheng retreated quickly, no longer staying, and within a few moments, he left everyone far away.

After racing for a while, he suddenly paused, and a shadow following him was reflected in the "Ice Mirror of the Soul". 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 once the distance is exceeded, it is impossible to control it, but "spiritual practice" seems to be unrestricted.

Lou Cheng remained calm as he sketched the ancient Chinese character "Bing" in his mind, turned its bloody evil feeling into "spikes", and shot them at the shadow.

This is an operation that can only be completed after his "Ice Mirror" breaks through. It is also a simplification of the "Nine-Character Technique" and also uses reduced power in exchange for quick use.

With a pop, the "spikes" hit the shadow, annihilating it like a nemesis.

"Ah!" At the door of the villa, House suddenly let out a scream, covered his head, fell to the ground in pain, and his body twitched, which was extremely terrifying.

The bodyguards looked at each other for a few seconds and were about to start rescuing people, but at this time the car was in flames again, causing a secondary explosion.

Boom!

The loud noise frightened the men and women in the villa to turn pale. Some called the police, while others tried to peek outside.

"Don't be afraid, as long as Mr. House is here, there will be no problem." Jennifer comforted Huang Xiwen, "And Mr. Zhayer, he is a powerful person with a good reputation..."

Zayer is Majewski's pseudonym.

"Is Mr. House very strong?" Huang Xiwen asked tremblingly.

"Very strong, he is a very, very spiritual person." Jennifer confirmed.

After waiting for a few minutes, they saw that the explosions and gunshots outside had stopped. They carefully looked out the window and saw a luxury car burned into a skeleton. Majewski and House were moved aside, and there was no movement. .

The villa was completely quiet and full of depression. Huang Xiwen shook her head, feeling that this would be her lingering nightmare.

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Two blocks away, Lou Cheng met up with Smith, changed out of his takeout clothes, sneakers, etc. and reduced them to ashes.

Listening to the sound of Lou Cheng's bones, watching him grow bigger and taller, bulging out the muscles in his face, and becoming clear-cut again, Smith couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Oh, that's amazing!"

"A little trick." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.

After "Meeting the God in the Void", he had enough control over his body to shrink his bones.

Smith drove the car and drove into the distance. After being silent for a while, he said with lingering fear:

"I'm really crazy. I was bewitched by you and participated in this matter. I violated Spider-Man's creed. I don't deserve to be Spider-Man anymore. Lou, you know, this is my first time to kill someone. I am a fifth-year-old." I'm a young agent, I haven't participated in any dangerous missions, and I haven't accomplished a few things that a 'superhero' should do. This is my first experience. A bullet is shot out, and a life is lost. Mayev Ski and the spiritual practitioners around him indeed deserve to die, but without being convicted, I feel like I am committing a crime..."

Lou Cheng glanced at Smith, the corner of his mouth twitched and said:

"Smith, calm down, why didn't I know you talked so much before..."

"Understood, understood, calm down, calm down." Smith took a breath and regained his professionalism as an agent.

Lou Cheng pondered for a few seconds and said: "Don't you think Majewski should die? If we could find strong evidence to crucify him, others would have done it long ago. If not, even if he was caught, he could still find someone to blame him easily. Leave the court."

"I know." Smith turned his head and looked at Lou Chengdao, "I just feel that I am no longer Spider-Man, and I need to find a concept that truly suits me. Lou, why are you so calm? Don't you have an inner struggle?"

Isn’t this nonsense? I wasn’t the one who killed people in the end... Lou Cheng thought for a moment and answered seriously:

"Maybe it's because my legal awareness is relatively weak."

"..." Smith responded blankly.

He didn't say any more, took a detour, "replaced" the gun next to Majewski's enemy's men, and finally sent Lou Cheng to the North District of Cannes.

After entering the house, Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke, who was waiting in the living room without changing into pajamas, and said with a smile:

"Done, So.easy."

"The specific situation." Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief and asked with shining eyes.

Lou Cheng was about to describe it when he suddenly heard his stomach rumbling. He smiled and said, "Let me get something to eat first. After all this, I'm already hungry."

"I'll do it!" Yan Zheke raised his arms eagerly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Want some noodles?" Lou Cheng said with a casual smile.

"There is flour~ You can make noodles by yourself." Yan Zheke ran quickly into the kitchen, then called Lou Cheng, pointed at the flour and said, "I've made up, you can knead it!"

"Didn't you do it?" Lou Cheng laughed out loud.

Yan Zheke pursed her lips and answered innocently:

"You have stronger hands!"

"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and put on his apron.

After Huang Xiwen and others were interviewed by the police, he happened to bring a bowl of noodles to the restaurant. He watched Yan Zheke pour the hot leftovers into it as toppings, and then ate it happily, occasionally telling the girl about it. Things before.

What a great night.

Nearly 4,000 words, which can be regarded as making up for the missing words in yesterday’s short post. The missing words will be updated at 12 o’clock in the evening.