Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 73: The Sea Breeze is Ruthless, Asking for Divination from the White Horse

As the night deepens, on the top floor of the Shi Nian Hotel.

Nearly twenty people gathered in the conference room here. On the oval table were the weapons and magic tools they brought with them.

"Have you really found Nie Longding's trace?"

"This old guy finally couldn't escape our pursuit."

"Don't fight with me for it. I'll want his skull when the time comes. Whether I make it into a magical tool or keep it for collection, it will be extremely meaningful."

The group of people were talking a lot, but they were extremely serious when checking their weapons, and no one was slacking off.

Scarface, with a cigarette between his lips, glanced at the people present and asked.

"Where are the Suha people?"

A fat chef nearby, who was taking off his uniform and putting on a bulletproof vest, said, "I can't get through to him on the phone."

Scarface took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

His regular cell phone might have been damaged in another fight, so Scarface was calling the backup number. It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Xiao Qin said, "Is he really going to blow up the casino?"

"How can he get so much explosives here?"

Scarface replied, dug out Li Kang and A Luo's cell phone numbers, and called them both, but no one answered.

The chef said, "Those three haven't been back for several years. We're practicing joint attacks to build rapport. We didn't even include them anyway, so forget it."

Someone nearby laughed and said, "If they don't go anyway, they'll be the ones who regret it later."

"After years of wandering around, he came back with his nose in the air. Humph, if we really fight, we can team up against the three of them and kill them more than three times in ten minutes."

Scarface said nothing, and after a moment he called the backup number again.

"It seems that we really can't call them."

Scarface stood up and said, "Old Tiger is still powerful. I'm sure you all know that if we go there tonight, there will most likely be casualties. I don't know how many of us will make it back alive."

The chef slammed the table, the flesh on his face twitching, and he gritted his teeth.

"Boss, you don't have to say so much. I've wanted to fight that old bastard to the death for a long time. I just regret that I didn't have the chance to fight him before."

Everyone's face revealed different expressions, but the same thing was the murderous intent.

The lights in the conference room flickered, and cracks appeared on the crystal chandelier.

In the flicker of light and darkness, everyone stood up and drew their weapons.

"it is good!"

Scarface's single eye seemed brighter than the unstable light. "I wonder where Nie Longding will be tomorrow."

"We're leaving tonight!"

The bright moon hangs high.

The waves crashed violently against the cliffs at the edge of the island, and the foam and waves looked like broken jade and snow, making the rocks look even darker.

On this low cliff, there is a small church with a history of more than two hundred years.

There are two houses in front and back of the church. The cross on the roof of the back house has witnessed the mottled years and is missing a corner.

There are several tents around the church, which seem to be occupied by young people who are out camping, and they are dressed differently.

Some were wearing jeans, some were wearing sportswear, and some were wearing leather jackets.

But if you are a particularly experienced person, you can see it.

Whenever this group of people walked out, they were implicitly guarding the church. They were probably a group of elite bodyguards who dressed like this because their employer did not want to be noticed.

Suddenly, a burst of low, silenced gunfire rang out in the woods.

These tents were immediately pierced, and the blood of the human bodies inside spurted out and splashed onto the tents.

Most of the bodyguards walking outside the tent were also knocked down, with thick blood oozing from the gun muzzles on their bodies, staining their clothes red.

Only two or three people were alert in time and rushed into the church to take shelter.

As soon as the church door was opened, the rows of pews inside were exposed to the moonlight.

There was an old man in a white suit sitting in the front row of chairs, facing the cross on the stage, as if enjoying the rare quiet.

The gunshot pierced the back of the chair, sending wood chips flying.

There were at least seven more bullet holes on the body of the old man in the suit.

Some bullets hit the ground and walls around him, some of which sparked and some of which penetrated the wood.

It is said to be a random gunfire, but in fact, at this moment, if you freeze the point of impact, you will find that it is a pattern with great geometric beauty.

Just like a carefully woven fishing net, there are several hubs, and the remaining bullet holes are distributed between these hubs, forming a net.

The area within fifteen meters around the old man in the suit is a dangerous area.

This is a shooting method used by the world's top elite soldiers in combat, specifically targeting experts.

Scarface and his friends spent a lot of money and hired someone to teach them for more than half a year. They relied on their reaction ability, eyesight, and wrist strength learned from practicing martial arts to hone this tacit understanding.

It is not easy for a boxer to escape from the danger zone in an instant, or to find a gap to hide in the danger zone.

When a sorcerer wants to create an illusion, the distance between his real body and the illusion is usually no more than fifteen meters, so he cannot escape.

Scarface and the others held their breath from the moment they started fighting.

The warlock in the team has the sole mission of using every possible means to blur the enemy's sense of danger.

At this moment, the web of bullets they created was finally deeply embedded in the church.

The next second, the old man in the suit on the bench fell forward, blood gushed out of his body, and a pool of blood spread on the ground.

Succeeded? !

Everyone saw this scene, but no one said anything for a moment.

I've been thinking about it and hating it for so many years, and now I've succeeded?

This was indeed a killer move they had put all their efforts into.

But is it really possible to succeed like this?

Everyone, including Scarface, found it hard to believe.

Nie Longding died, died here, died under the cross.

There are still bullet holes on the cross in the church.

Scarface's gaze inexplicably turned towards the cross on the roof behind him.

The old, mottled cross with a missing corner twisted slightly.

He turned into a silver-haired old man in a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

"above!!"

Scarface's pupils shrank and he raised the muzzle of the gun.

But the moment he raised his hands, there was only a pair of wrists spurting blood.

The two hands that originally belonged to him were still tightly grasping the gun, and fell to the ground with the gun.

Xiao Qin's screams were also heard.

The moment Scarface turned his head, he saw that his companions' wrists had been cut off.

The blood of nearly twenty people splattered in the air, something that should have been invisible and even silent...

Outlined in blood, a fleeting whirlwind! Cards! Invisible playing cards!

Those colorless cards swirled at high speed, and while they were in excruciating pain from their broken hands, they swept across their calves and severed their Achilles tendons.

Scarface's companions fell down in large numbers like dry reeds.

The old man in a suit on the roof was holding a sandalwood stick in his right hand and raising his left hand.

The transparent pokers hovering in the air flew back into his palm one after another, making a slight friction sound.

"Nie Longding!"

Scarface forced himself to look towards the rooftop and roared, "Did you know we were coming?!"

"I've noticed a long time ago that there's a force like yours tracking me down. They must be the enemies left over from my past life on the underworld."

Nie Longding smiled and said, "I didn't think it was necessary to meet you before. I already have better candidates for those sacrifices. Now I realize that I still need to use you."

"The view from the rooftop is great. I can use a double to cause your mental instability and capture you all alive. It's a good deal."

Scarface didn't hear the whole thing.

He had also fainted.

By daybreak, there were no more corpses or bloodstains around the remote church.

The old church seemed to have fallen into disrepair and was blown crooked by the sea breeze. Finally, it could not bear the weight and collapsed under the cliff.

No one except the participants will know what happened here.

"What a peaceful day."

Macao Special Police Branch, office building.

Branch director Shen Yuntai, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, sighed with satisfaction.

Shen Yuntai is already fifty years old. She is wearing a women's suit. The smile lines at the corners of her eyes, the white hair on her forehead, and the hairpin behind her head make her look elegant despite her age.

There was a cup of black tea on the desk, at just the right temperature, and she picked it up and took a sip.

"Our city is still the best. It's not like Hong Kong, which is such a mess."

She had just gone to Hong Kong to provide assistance a while ago, and it had been less than three days since she returned. She felt that everything in the city where she was stationed was good.

"minister!"

The muscular young man knocked on the door and brought in a document.

"Last night, Fang Jun and a temporary consultant from the mainland were attacked by unknown individuals. Consultant Chu wiped them out."

"The technical department repaired the phones of several attackers and discovered that they may be part of a group intent on revenge against gambling king Nie Longding."

Shen Yuntai didn't care.

"Nie Longding, he had too many grudges in his early years, so it's normal for someone to seek revenge. But this old man is cunning enough, and we haven't been able to catch him in any trouble."

"Check if the other members of this gang have criminal records. If they do, arrest them. If they don't, punish them."

The young man said, "The action team is very familiar with this process and has already sent someone to handle it."

"But the problem is, apart from these three who smuggled back from Southeast Asia, the rest of the gang had official identities. When our people went to investigate, we couldn't contact any of them."

Shen Yuntai perked up a bit: "When did it happen?"

"No more than twenty-four hours."

The young man said, "Normally, it would take at least forty-eight hours for this matter to be filed with the Police Department. Then, they would conduct a joint investigation, collect basic information, and then hand it over to us. This would take several days."

"However, considering they are a revenge group and most of them are practitioners, I think we should take over directly."

Shen Yuntai thought for a minute and said, "Okay."

After approving the document and stamping it, she sat back in her chair. The slackness she had felt for the past two days was gone.

"The revenge group, knowing that their secret identities might be exposed, is hiding? If that's the case, then it's fine..."

Shen Yuntai suddenly became worried about another situation.

If I didn't know that these people secretly wanted revenge, I might not be able to guess anything. But since I know that these are people with grudges, could it be that Nie Longding took action against them?

But Nie Longding has become more calm as he gets older, and has been extremely well-behaved in recent years. Isn't it a bit abnormal for him to suddenly take such a cruel action?
She was used to being a branch manager, and people like Nie Longding were already on the priority list and could not be ignored.

Shen Yuntai took out his cell phone and called the minister in Xiangjiang.

"Hey, Master Bai Ma... No, no, no, I'm not that free. I still want to travel to your place... I want to invite you to travel to my place."

"Haha, okay, then tell the truth."

Shen Yuntai said, "I'm worried about whether something big might happen in the Australian region recently. Since you're so good at fortune-telling, please help me with my fortune."

The voice on the phone was hoarse: "I am already very confused as I am on my side."

Shen Yuntai's tone hardened a little: "I just helped you."

Master Bai Ma was helpless: "Well, it's useless for me to tell you a fortune from a distance. Just say a word and I will tell you the fortune."

Shen Yuntai thought for a moment and said, "Then, Nie."

"Nie, this word is good."

Master Bai Ma perked up, "Are you asking if something big will happen soon?"

"The character 'Nie' has an 'ear' on top and a 'double' on the bottom. This means that if someone is truly planning something major, no matter how well they plan, there will inevitably be flaws, and people will hear about it through two channels."

Master Bai Ma seemed to have written these big words on the paper. The friction sound of the pen and paper could be heard, and then the subject changed.

"However, the ears are on top and the hands are on the bottom, which means that anyone who senses something strange through either channel will be one step slower than the mastermind. You can't kill this thing before it even starts."

These words sound far-fetched.

But Master Bai Ma has already proved his divination ability with a lot of facts.

In 1997, a white horse carried Buddhist scriptures into Hong Kong.

Given the complexity of the situation at that time, the Hong Kong Special Police Department was established within a month. No one dared to underestimate this monk who seemed to be completely unable to fight.

Shen Yuntai pressed on, "It's definitely slower than the one who set it up? Is there any way to crack it?"

"Hmm... double. The oldest meaning of this word is to catch two birds with one hand. But how can you catch two birds with one hand? It's better to catch only one of them."

Master Bai Ma said, "You have two clues in your hand. Give up the one that seems easier to follow. That one will only make you miss the opportunity."

"Just focus on checking the other one."

Shen Yuntai drank a sip of tea expressionlessly.

Where did she get the two clues?
At most, she had half a clue in her hand.

That something big would happen was just her judgment based on a combination of experience, intuition and sense of responsibility.

"Master, where is my second clue?"

Master Bai Ma was also choked.

"If you don't have a second rule, don't ask me."

"I'm just a charlatan, not a god. If I could calculate everything, I would have intimidated everyone into not daring to cause trouble. Oh, I'm really tired. I can't take it anymore. My eyelids are drooping."

"Be careful, bye!"

The call was hung up.

Shen Yuntai put down his phone, held up the teacup in front of him, and rested his elbows on the table, but did not move for a long time.

"The second clue..."

(End of this chapter)