With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 152 Black Market Acquaintances, Lime Magic Weapon (3k)

To save time for the night's operation, Meng Chuan stored the armor box in Xu Qingfeng's dormitory and retrieved it when they set off.

"Didn't I tell you not to open it?"

"Are you curious?"

Xu Qingfeng rarely called him "brother," but he wanted to try on Meng Chuan's armor.

"I'll be using it tonight; all the parameters are adjusted."

"Okay, you know, I've had a dream of riding mechs since I was a kid."

Xu Qingfeng felt very sorry.

At 7:30 p.m., Meng Chuan finished driving the last pile and left the United University with his suitcase.

"Where is he going with that suitcase so late at night?"

Seeing Meng Chuan in a hurry, Meng Jiaolong asked curiously.

Meng Chuan usually leaves before 6 p.m., but today he practiced boxing until 7:30 p.m.

She thought the other person wasn't leaving that night and was going to squeeze into Xu Qingfeng's dormitory.

Xu Qingfeng sighed and said:
"I guess he went to save the world."

Meng Jiaolong looked puzzled.

"Are you serious?"

night.

The textile factory in Baliu District is not far from the underground casino where black market operators hide.

Meng Chuan had already put on his armor at the police station. Now, he and three police officers got out of the car and stood there gazing at the brightly lit area in the distance.

At the same time, several police cars with their sirens turned off were behind them.

A moment later, twenty low-level martial arts police officers got out of the car and stood in place awaiting orders.

This mission is arduous, and Long Jiu had already conducted pre-battle mobilization before departure.

Everyone must follow Captain Meng Chuan's instructions during the mission.

Meng Chuan took out his phone and discussed the details of the mission with the three of them.

There are some professional things that Meng Chuan still needs to learn from them.

He was made captain simply because he was the best fighter.

In the past, the leader was the one who had a grasp of the overall situation.

But now, with the prevalence of martial arts, martial artists only believe in themselves.

Therefore, trying to persuade these warriors with words won't work; the only way is through their skills.
In short, in the martial arts era, might makes right!

While looking at the information that Long Jiu had just sent, Meng Chuan said:
"Our mission location this time is an underground casino, and the specific targets are these three people."

He enlarged the photos of the three black market dealers and showed them to them. When he turned to the last one, his hand suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong Captain?"

"Sniper Lao Wu asked curiously."

"fine"

Meng Chuan was puzzled.

"Isn't this the guy who sold me the Tantric oil, the owner of the herbal oil shop on Waimin Street?"

He suddenly remembered what his volleyball coach, Li Weigang, had said when he first went to Gangzi Club to volleyball.

"This guy is a black market dealer."

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan continued:

"Tonight, these three are hiding in an underground casino, trading spiritual nourishment items with demonic warriors from the Demon Summoning Hall."

Our mission is hindered not only by a third-stage Ascended being in the Summoning Temple and several first- and second-stage Ascended being, but also by the thugs guarding the casino.

These people are all desperate criminals. We should arrest them if we can, and leave them to their fate if we can't, so as not to hinder the arrest operation.

As for the other gamblers in the casino, we're not here to sweep them away. As long as they don't interfere with the mission, we'll leave them alone and keep them under control.

This operation is crucial to the complete annihilation of the Yong'an branch of the Demon Summoning Palace.

Anyone who dares to obstruct the process, you all know what I mean.

Meng Chuan looked up, his eyes as calm as a still lake.

These were all things that Long Jiu had specifically told him before the operation: one must not be bothered by trifles when it comes to important matters.

But the other party was clearly wrong; Meng Chuan was not one to be sentimental.

"Yes!"

Old Wu had worked with Meng Chuan and knew how ruthless he was when facing those who practiced demonic arts.

Yang Lan and Chen Dalu's expressions tightened, and they felt a chill run down their spines.

Realizing what had happened, the two replied that it was true.

"Don't worry, Captain, I'll follow your orders!"

After checking their equipment again, the group quickly made their way towards the casino.

As he walked, Meng Chuan silently thought to himself:
"You dare to resell nourishing items to the Demon Summoning Hall? Brother, you've really gone too far this time."

I remember that guy sold oil at a premium and made a lot of money off him.

Meng Chuan murmured:
"You've really hit the jackpot by falling into my hands."

Urban villages in Baliu District.

Inside a dilapidated building marked with the character "拆" (demolish), there is a hidden world in its basement.

Passing through the bustling casino lobby, descend into a hidden doorway converted from a dog hole.

Three people dressed in black hoods, concealing their figures, were sitting next to five large solid wooden crates, checking the goods in this transaction.

One of them had a greedy look on his face and occasionally stroked the small mustache on both sides of his cheeks.

This person was an old acquaintance of Meng Chuan, the owner of the herbal oil shop on Waimin Street.

"Brothers, we've really struck it rich this time. The Demon Summoning Palace is incredibly generous."

"Shh, be quiet, they'll be here soon."

The man with the mustache smiled knowingly and continued counting the goods.

"Incense for nourishing the spirit, handicrafts made of heart-protecting wood, and tranquilizing bottles and sachets for calming the mind."
"What do you think the Demon Summoning Hall needs so many nourishing substances for?"

"Who cares what they do, as long as we can make money."

One of them, his face showing some hesitation beneath his hood, stammered:
"This seems to be a serious crime of colluding with the demonic path."

"It's too late, my friend. This is the third transaction, and you're only just telling me now."

"Don't worry, this is the last time. That kid who kept trying to buy Tantric oil from me hasn't been showing up lately either. After this job, we'll go home, back to the Western Regions."

The man exclaimed excitedly:

"Brother, I'll do whatever you say!"

He always longed for the boundless grassland and the snow-capped pearl that had been waiting for him on the grassland.

Before he could react, the sound of footsteps echoed from inside the tunnel.

"They must be friends from the Summoning Temple. Let's welcome them."

After a while.

A burly, robust man slowly descended the steps. This man was none other than Xu Li, one of the minor leaders of the Demon Summoning Hall.

Besides the small tripod-shaped tattoo on his exposed chest, there is also a deep blue mark, which is the mark of three sublimations.

"Is everything we ordered enough?"

"Yes, sir, we've counted everything. Please take a look."

"it is good."

The man walked straight to the box, squatted down, and stuck his arm inside.

Unseen by the three, a faint, spirit-like snake slowly crawled into her wrist.

A moment later, a voice came into his mind.

"The quantity this time is good; my true self is very satisfied."

The burly man's face lit up with joy.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, Lord Thousand Heads!"

"Alright, I need to go and communicate with my main body to take the remaining four boxes with me. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The little snake slithered back into his sleeve, coiled around his chest at the center of his mind, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The burly man was a demonic warrior from the Demon Summoning Hall, and he met the expectant gazes of the three men.

"Wait a little longer and cooperate with my men to move these boxes. The money will be transferred to your previous account first thing tomorrow morning."

"Understood, my lord."

The three were extremely excited, as these five boxes of nourishing substances were all brought from their hometown in the Western Regions.

This round trip can earn at least seven or eight million!
Seeing the expressions on the three people's faces, the burly demonic man revealed a hint of sneer.

"Things don't happen more than three times. They think they can get away with this? Do they really think we're a charity?"

Outside the demolition building, two casino thugs were lounging on a dilapidated old sofa by the door, drinking and chatting.

"Brother Wang, why do I have this uneasy feeling?"

He rubbed his temples and said casually.

"If you have a headache, drink less. We'll be going in to play a couple more games later."

On a nearby hill, Old Wu moved his right eye away from the scope.

"There are two casino guards at the main entrance, but it's not very clear what's going on in the other blind spots."

"Okay, let's wait for Brother Chen's news first. Let the brothers sit down for a while."

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's instructions, Lao Wu told the officers behind him to rest on the spot.

Meng Chuan looked down at the cold armor covering his entire body, calmly waiting for the right moment. He knew that composure was essential in times of great importance.

The officers felt much more at ease as they looked at the armored figure ahead.

With the other party present, dealing with a demonic martial artist who has undergone three levels of ascension should be a sure thing.

Before long, a dark figure swung through the trees and landed beside Meng Chuan.

"Captain, we've investigated everything."

There are two doors outside the casino for entry and exit. The main entrance faces south and is guarded by two thugs.

There's also a side door facing north, in a rather secluded location. It appears unguarded, but someone is secretly watching.

Meng Chuan said:

"Splitting into two groups is sufficient; do not leave anyone behind."

Chen Dalu shook off the branches and leaves from his clothes and continued:
"The first floor inside is a large casino, where there are quite a few gambling addicts."

The second floor is where the private rooms and casino management staff are located. I knocked on the bottom floor and there should be another floor, but I couldn't find the secret door.

I was worried about time constraints, so I left first.

As expected of a former reconnaissance soldier, Chen Dalu had just gone into the casino to investigate and had a pretty good grasp of the basic situation.

Meng Chuan nodded and said:
"If they're not in the private rooms on the second floor, the people from the Summoning Demon Palace and the black market should be on the third floor."

It's obvious they were conducting the transaction under the protection of casino management.

Old Wu reminded him:
“We’ve seen this kind of situation many times. There’s a very high chance that the casino’s management has been corrupted and turned into heretics.”

Meng Chuan nodded, about to make final arrangements, when Chen Dalu handed him a packet of lime powder.

"Captain, this thing is incredibly effective in close combat. Sister Lan has some too."

Middle blocker Yang Lan smiled and also took out a bag of lime powder from her pocket to show it off.

"it is good."

After Meng Chuan accepted it, he placed it into the weapon attachment unit on the side of his upper arm.

Chen Dalu took one last look at the casino's interior structure, which he had photographed with his phone; he had a clear understanding of it.

"The twenty police officers will split into two groups. Ten of them will follow me and attack from the main gate, while the three of you will take the rest of the police force away."

After we came in, Sister Lan and I met up and headed straight for the second floor. Old Wu and Old Chen, along with all the officers, secured the lobby before coming to support Sister Lan and me.

This method is designed to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop, leaving no one behind.

It was only because Meng Chuan was confident enough in his strength that he dared to go in alone.

Old Wu noticed Chen Dalu's hesitant manner.

"Old Chen, it's alright, trust the captain."

"Captain, remember to draw your gun when necessary. For ordinary people, firearms are sometimes more intimidating."

"Ok."

Meng Chuan checked the magazine one last time and looked at the steel-bone watch in his hand.

"Take your men to the positions, get ready, and attack precisely on the hour!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)