Magicparty（8）

  At 11:17, Tianlei noticed three F-22 fighter jets about 200 meters away making a sharp turn and fleeing. He felt curious and hurriedly called out to say: "Fellow Taoists, isn't that the thing we rode on when we came here, what's it called? An airplane? Why does it look so much smaller than the one we sat in? Hmm, something's strange, I'll go take a look."

  Kong Tian Lao Dao and several other mature and stable or identity-maintaining individuals stopped on the Cloud Road, smiling and waiting in place. Tian Lei Zi, Yang Lao, and Huo Zhen Ren, these three troublemakers, had already flown past with three colorful lights.

  Tianlei Zi laughed and stuck his face against the cockpit of an F-22, shouting in surprise: "Huh? This kind of plane only has one person inside? How strange! Aren't planes supposed to carry hundreds of people?"

  The pilot in the cockpit was already stunned, his hands and feet numb, his whole body stiffened. He stuttered out a word: "God..." His hand unconsciously pressed down on the ejection button, the fighter jet's canopy burst open with a loud 'bang', followed by a flash of flame, and the pilot let out a strange cry as he was ejected out, a small parachute blooming in the high altitude.

  Yang Lao licked his nose with a tongue over a foot long and muttered to himself, "Are we really that scary? It's strange, the young people these days are too timid."

  Huǒ Zhēnrén nodded repeatedly, the flames on his body flashing wildly as he said: "Exactly, look at them, they don't even want planes anymore, just headfirst down like that... Hurry up, hurry up, Shīxiōng and the others can't wait any longer, let's go quickly."

  The three troublemakers didn't care about the out-of-control F-22 anymore, and they charged straight towards the place where the Sky Old Master was. As for the out-of-control fighter jet, it crashed head-on, shaking violently as it hit the central part of Manhattan, and a huge fireball suddenly rose up. Almost at the same time, riots broke out all over New York, with bank robberies, bomb attacks, and hidden gunmen mistakenly attacking ordinary civilians... The entire New York immediately fell into chaos.

  Inside the New York police station, the exhausted director helplessly raised his head and said in a low voice: "Another explosion case, and many people are robbing banks... Oh my god, what do they want to do? Can't you stop these bastards?"

  The man in black with the highest status looked at him disdainfully: "I suspect how you got into this position, don't you know? This is to shift our attention, they just want us who might interfere with them to take care of these trivial matters. Since they are making such a big fuss now, it also proves that they are going to take action... Harry, are our people ready?"

  A man in black turned around, his tanned face expressionless, and said: "Yes, team leader. All personnel are ready... The high-altitude satellite has also found something interesting, and an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft has been sent to follow up... All snipers are in position, they have nowhere to escape."

  The team leader let out a satisfied sigh: "Yes, if we can't find out who killed the Ministry of Defense's pile of 'elites', then let's just kill all the people who might have killed them. That way, we'll also have an explanation."

  "Hurry up!" Harry shouted suddenly. "Why are they heading towards the Vatican and our secret base that we informed them about? Leader, do we need to stop them?"

  "Head of the group shook his head repeatedly: "No, those who went to attack the Vatican's hands? So, it's the Vatican's trouble, we don't need to help them deal with these things, let them solve it themselves... We'll just clean up the mess afterwards, humph. Is the Special Warfare Airborne Brigade ready?"

  "Two thousand soldiers with high-energy individual laser weapons, that's enough to make them invincible, unless they're gods, no one can resist."

  The squad leader nodded deeply: "Alright then, brothers, we've been preparing for America for so long, it's time to show off our strength."

  Yi Chen and his group stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building in the distance, watching the actions of the ninja army thousands of meters away. Except for Michele, Cain, and Chikov, who were not yet accustomed to using their own energy to enhance their vision, everyone else could clearly see the ninjas' every move. The wind swept past Yi Chen's group, occasionally with a few black shadows darting past them, but they only glanced at Yi Chen's group before passing by.

  Yi Chen looked at the ninja costume on himself with a wry smile, and said in a low voice: "Damn it, these guys think we're their companions, probably thinking we're here to keep watch by order."

  Chekhov, a deputy monkey, was running around on the rooftop, looking like a ninja, muttering to himself: "Boss, shouldn't we get going soon? My meat is trembling, it's like I'm being beaten."

  Cain put a hand on his shoulder, as if pinning Chekhov down like a mountain, and said in a low voice, "Don't fuss, just do what the boss says, anyway there will definitely be our turn to take action, hum."

  Jester pulled down his mask, sneaked into a dark corner, lit a marijuana cigarette, and beckoned to Chekhov. Chekhov chuckled and also sneaked over, the two rascals taking turns puffing away. No one noticed that Masha's big eyes had been fixed on Jester and the others for half a day, blinking several times, staring intently at the marijuana cigarettes in their hands, who knows what she was thinking...

  The stronghold where Kalanti and his men were stationed was a vast courtyard, with only about a dozen low-ranking attendants wandering around inside at this moment. Occasionally, they would sneak a glance at the moon in the sky, lamenting their bad luck at being assigned to night duty.

  A few small petals of crimson color floated in from outside the courtyard wall, and two attendants walked by with a curious expression. In their memory, there were no such small crimson flowers nearby. One attendant chuckled and stretched out his hand to catch the two petals still floating in the air, laughing and saying: "These petals are quite beautiful, just a bit too small."

  Then, they saw it, from under the petals, countless arched sword lights flashed out, with the brilliance of a full moon in the sky, as if a violent snowstorm in late winter was icy and piercing. The two attendants were deeply intoxicated by this beautiful light and shadow, and did not even have time to shout, and were already cut into pieces. In the midst of the sword energy, those small petals fell gently and safely to the ground, as if they had not been affected at all.

  Silently and stealthily, the two attendants were taken out, next to their bodies was a small artificial waterway, the water flowed directly into the three-eyed fountain in the center of the courtyard, vaguely visible were a few strange ripples rushing towards the fountain along the waterway.

  Three attendants were leaning on the railing of the fountain, chatting in a low voice about the recent changes in the power of the Vatican and whether their masters had gained more benefits. Then, they felt a slight coolness on their necks, and a gentle, soft force filled their bodies instantly, causing them to soften and fall down. Meanwhile, from a distance, Yichun saw that several fine water threads shot out of the fountain, wrapped around the attendants' necks, and then their bodies were entwined by more and more water threads, disintegrating in an instant.

  Deacula swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a low voice, "What a sinister move, huh? Maybe I'll find an opportunity to go to Japan again and see if their warriors are all so mysterious and terrifying?"

  "They're just beginners. If you saw a real expert in action, you might be scared."

  "Are you kidding me? They must have used some kind of bizarre magic to achieve this effect, right? Where else can you find people like them... Oh my god, are you talking about those Chinese people? The ones you know? ... Ah, yes, that's right. These Japanese people have already used the power of air and water, and that young man I met the other day (Fire Dragon Taoist) uses the power of flames... Yeah, it's them... Hmm, I admit it..."

  The gate of the courtyard is a five-meter-wide double iron gate made of iron bars as thick as fingers, with metal plates forged into lily flowers on top, giving off an air of noble elegance. Several attendants who still didn't know that something had happened inside the yard were strolling around the gate at this moment.

  A strange gust of wind blew by, blowing up some dust and scraps of paper, momentarily obscuring the view. Several attendants cursed as they frantically fanned themselves with their sleeves, brushing away the sand that had puffed onto their faces... A few twisted, electric-like sword lights flashed by, and the hearts of these attendants were pierced through by sharp sword tips.

  A dozen or so ninjas, all dressed in black and emitting a faint aura of evil, appeared inside the gate. The one in the center drew his sword and lightly sliced through the iron door's hinges, while several other ninjas quickly pushed the door open. Longshan and the other elder chrysanthemums led a group of subordinates into the courtyard, slowly making their way along the winding path lined with trees on both sides towards the inner courtyard.

  In the backyard, several attendants looked around under the leadership of a senior attendant, nodded, and were about to return to the main building when their attack also began.

  Dozens of sword blades shot out from the ground, stabbing them in the lower body, deeply entering several attendants' internal organs. The violent internal force on the swords caused these attendants' internal organs to be completely shattered. A powerful shockwave directly rushed towards their throats, causing them to spew out a mixture of broken internal organs, blood and other substances. They fell softly to the ground, unable to move again.

  That senior deacon, with an almost instinctive feeling, sensed the cold wind below and was saved by the harsh training he received in the Vatican, allowing his muscles to react instantly, shooting his body into the sky, raising his hand, and preparing to slash out a 'Holy Light Cross Sword', while his mouth was already prepared to shout loudly.

  But a pair of powerful hands suddenly grasped his neck from behind, and a small serrated dagger swiftly and cleanly cut off his head. His hands were severed by two more sword lights that shot out from the air, and his 'Holy Light Cross Sword' naturally couldn't be used either...

  Within a mere thirty seconds, all the patrolling guards within the courtyard were thoroughly cleared out, their corpses also being taken away and destroyed by the ninjas hiding in the wind, water, and earth. Longshan and his group of elders then swaggered along with over two hundred ninjas, forming an array conducive to fierce battle, each person's eyes gleaming with a fierce light as they stared fixedly at that white, towering marble building.

  Longshan coughed and said in a low voice, "Friends, come out." His English was indeed very poor, but his inner strength made his voice sound like the collision of gold and stone, loud and clear, shaking the white building in front of him with a buzzing noise.

  Kalanti and Lonn led a dozen or so subordinates out in big strides, Kalanti saw the dense crowd of black-clad people with strange attire in front of her, and was taken aback: "Who are you? How dare you barge into our residence? How did you get in? Where are our people? ... Who are you?"

  Kalanti's tone changed in an instant, and the other party had already rushed in. Do you still ask if they dare? Isn't this a waste of words? Obviously, subordinates have disappeared, why bother asking how they broke in? Why bother asking what happened to their own subordinates? It's better to directly ask who they are... As for their intentions, there's no need to ask, after all, rushing in with knives at midnight won't be to invite Kalanti and the others to dinner.

  "Ah, what we are is not important," Ryūzan smiled wryly. "What's important is that you've offended us before, and now we need to punish you. It's as simple as that." With a wave of his hand, the ninja squad behind him was already ready to charge forward... In his heart, Ryūzan was still muttering: "I knew it, why did I have to mobilize so many people tonight? They're just over a dozen people, what a waste of manpower..."

  On the rooftop of a high-rise building in the distance, three snipers dressed in black were lying quietly on the ground. Their observer was beside them measuring wind direction, speed and other conditions. A communication officer was whispering: "Team leader, they are about to make their move."

  The voice of the black-clad group leader came from within the earpiece: "Continue observing, we're in no hurry to intervene."

  The snipers' fingers on the triggers were released at the sound of the order. Afterwards, they never had another chance to pull the trigger again, as a gigantic war hammer smashed their heads into pieces in an instant. A giant body nearly three meters tall raised its war hammer high and let out a silent roar towards the moon. On the distant rooftops, one by one, tall silhouettes emerged, holding heavy, non-human weapons, beginning their pre-battle prayers towards the round moon...

  Men in black set up a sniper, and half of them were taken out in an instant.

  "Alright, alright, the show is about to start. We can muddy the waters and give them a hard time."

  Deacula laughed and couldn't stop laughing: "Maybe I should sneak up on the Dark Council's people, that would be even more thrilling..."

  The fierce wind blew over, disturbing the moonlight in the sky, making it wild and unbridled.