Unstoppable

  It was the first time Archangel didn't recite the Bible during an assassination, and also the first time he felt fear after becoming famous.

  The stairs from the second floor to the first floor were very short, but they seemed to stretch on forever, with the whirring blades behind them flashing blue light and flowing with fresh blood. If Death himself were here, he would also be terrified.

  At the moment he rushed out of the corridor, the angel of fire saw a flash of light in front of him and his left rib was numb. He instinctively plunged back into the darkness, sticking to the wall root and slipping back into the building.

  The archangel was shot, but the sniper on the opposite side did not know that his heart was on the right.

  At this time, near the building where Wang Nian was located, a window on the back street of the social headquarters affiliated with Qifeng Group was pried open, and a figure silently slipped in.

  Zhang Haiyang had been here before, it was a year ago, he investigated the reason why a Korean nanny killed someone, and found out about the Thirteen Evil Spirits. The Thirteen Evil Spirits didn't appear out of thin air, everything originated from a certain room in the community. The Korean couple who worshipped the tooth carvings of the Thirteen Evil Spirits were brought out from the community, from blood sacrifice to the appearance of the blood ghost, only three months passed, then the blood ghost lost control and killed the couple, then possessed the body of a passerby, wreaking havoc in the foreigner residential area.

  Last time Zhang Haiyang was discovered sneaking in, he was almost beaten to death, but now it's different. Zhang Haiyang no longer has any scruples and is here to kill people.

  The entire community was quiet, Zhang Haiyang started searching from the first floor, room by room, but didn't find any useful information. During this time, Zhang Haiyang knocked out two security guards and kicked a wolf dog to death. Because Yang Ming was shot and they had to surround Wang Nian's building, most people were deployed, so the community was left unguarded. No one expected a surprise attack at this time.

  On the third floor, Zhang Haiyang found the room that Lily had told him about. Before entering, he knocked out and tied up five people without alarming anyone else.

  After going through all the files, Zhang Haiyang did not find any clues related to Nalili, but unexpectedly found some information about Wang Nian. Wang Nian had gone to Southeast Asia to study evil magic and had a photo with local shamans. This further confirmed that Wang Nian was related to the case of the thirteen evil spirits from a year ago.

  Zhang Haiyang took those few unlucky devils in for questioning, and as a result everyone was unaware of Wang Nian's whereabouts, but tonight there would be a major operation.

  "Not far away, just across three streets, the old bank dormitory building."

  Zhang Haiyang thought for a moment, then casually knocked out the few people again and left the community under the cover of night, heading in that direction. He had a premonition that Wang Nian was there.

  Wang Nian stared at the virtual shadow in mid-air with extraordinary excitement, this time summoning the Bone Ghost was actually successful, and it had already acknowledged its master, without any deviation.

  Although elder brother Wang already knew about this thing after hearing Wang say it, he was still frightened and his hands and feet turned cold.

  I feel much better now...

  Wang Nian stood up and said, after summoning the Bone Ghost he had rested for a good half day, his physical strength finally recovered somewhat.

  Inside and outside the building, it was still quiet and silent. The snipers were all waiting, while others quietly narrowed the encirclement, with several people already entering the building. Wang Nian took a last look out of the window curtains, and saw figures moving below, numbering in the hundreds. A cold glint flashed in Wang Nian's eyes, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Let's go."

  Wang Nian took the lead with his Tang knife, with a shadowy figure closely following behind him. After swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, Big Brother Wang finally mustered up the courage to follow suit.

  As Wang Nian walked out of the corridor, into the shooting blind spot, the sound of guns with silencers was loud, like a hail of bullets. However, after the smoke cleared, Wang Nian and his brother Wang behind him were unscathed, surrounded by a virtual shadow that rotated rapidly, blocking all the bullets.

  Everyone around was stunned, and the virtual shadow also slowly suspended in front of Wang Nian, surprisingly a skull flashing with electric light. Wang Nian's spirit was high, and he tapped on the skull's bones, making a metallic knocking sound. Big Brother Wang behind him had a pale face, still feeling shocked at what was happening before his eyes.

  "Heavens! What is that?"

  "It's a ghost!"

  The people in front wanted to retreat, the ones behind wanted to push forward, hundreds of people suddenly became a chaotic mess, with knives and sabers scattered all over the ground.

  Wang Nian sneered coldly and walked forward, at this moment no one dared to block his way.

  Zhang Haiyang, who had just arrived from the community, happened to see this scene. He hid in the shadow of a small alley and looked at Wang Nian with a complex gaze. The skull kept hitting people in front of him, and the places that were hit were all like being electrocuted.

  The entire street was filled with mournful cries, but none of the residents on either side lit a light, as if no one lived there.

  Or maybe nobody dared to turn on the lights.

  "Are all the people who want to kill me here?"

  Wang Nian suddenly let out a loud roar, and the psychological defenses of the club members finally collapsed, dropping their knives and clubs as they scattered in all directions.

  Zhao Liming couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned all night, finally deciding to call Li Kechang's home to get to the bottom of things. Shooting the chairman of a key municipal enterprise was no small matter.

  But unexpectedly, Director Li was not there, his wife said that Director Li had overtime today and did not return home.

  "Then I'll work overtime too!"

  Zhao Liming thought and did, got up and went to the foreign affairs department.

  The cold wind of early winter pierced the bone, Zhao Liming drove back to the office building of the bureau, but Li Kechang was not in the Foreign Affairs Section. The on-duty Xiao Qian was drowsy and felt confused by Zhao Liming's sudden arrival.

  "Could it be that our love has gone?"

  Zhao Liming suddenly had an image of Tang Hongming in his mind. This woman, who often came to the foreign affairs department without wearing a police uniform, seemed to have a crush on Li Kechang based on her intuition as a woman. Moreover, in Zhao Liming's impression, Li Kechang also had some ambiguous feelings towards her, and the two of them would often close the door to chat.

  The foreign affairs department is on the second floor, Zhao Liming took the elevator to the sixth floor and then walked up to the seventh floor.

  The guard on the seventh floor knew Zhao Liming, but only let her wait on the stairs. Before long, the guard came back and said that Tang Hong had called her in. After filling out a stack of forms, Zhao Liming entered the territory of the Seventh Floor's Sixth Department for the first time.

  This place is as mysterious and unpredictable as she thought, and the people are also strangely expressionless, like a group of scientific monsters.

  Li Kezhang was with Tang Hongming and Professor Yu, the three of them were surprisingly having hot pot together. On the table, there was also a bottle of liquor, it's unknown whether it was diluted with water or not. Next to the hot pot, several skulls were placed. Li Kezhang's face was flushed red while eating, his eyes shone brightly like spotlights. Professor Yu held a cup and drank wine, Tang Hongming was picking up vermicelli noodles with her chopsticks.

  "Come on little girl, let's eat together."

  Tang Hong waved at Zhao Liming, who shook his head with a pale face.

  "You scared the little girl, who's as rough as you are, a complete female bandit."

  Li Kezhang shook his head and said, Professor Yu let out a belch and chuckled.

  Zhao Liming blinked repeatedly, she could hardly believe that these three people were the usual trio she knew.

  "Don't say what you're here for yet, let me talk."

  Li Kezhang took a sip of wine, stopping Zhao Liming from speaking. Tang Hongming then stood up and forcibly pulled Zhao Liming to the table, sitting him down next to the skull.

  "Are you wondering if I was the one who shot Yang Ming with that one bullet?"

  "Ah? Is it really you?"

  "You see, I didn't say wrong, did I? After all, she's a soldier I brought out myself, what kind of temper would I not know?"

  "Go ahead and brag about your little detective skills!"

  Professor Yu ruthlessly attacked Director Li, and just as the two were about to start a verbal fight, Tang Hongming stretched out his hand to intervene.

  "Shut up, I'm the one in charge here. You little girl don't just want to know about Yang Ming being shot, do you? You also want to know about Shi Li's case, why it was assigned to our six departments, right?"

  Zhao Liming nodded in surprise, at this moment she only felt that she was still a little girl, and nothing could be hidden from these three old foxes.

  "Haha, little girl is indeed very clever, but some things you shouldn't know about, you just shouldn't know, do you understand what I mean?"

  Tang Hong's name made Zhao Liming's eyebrows shoot up, his eyes fixed intently on him. Zhao Liming couldn't help but shiver with a chill.

  "What are you doing scaring my soldiers, Little Zhao? Don't be afraid, Uncle Li is here, nothing will happen, don't worry."

  "What's wrong? Just stop shaking yourself!"

  Professor Yu ridiculed Director Li on the plane, while Tang Hong turned her gaze to the professor, her eyes sparkling like water, filled with emotions.

  Zhao Liming stared at them with his mouth agape, feeling like he must be dreaming. If this wasn't a dream, how could these people possibly talk like that? Zhao Liming wasn't some country bumpkin who had never seen the world, but it was the first time he'd ever seen Li Kezhang in a half-drunken state - after all, he used to be someone who didn't even touch a drop of alcohol.

  At this moment, the alarm bell of the entire Liu Ke suddenly rang out. Tang Hongming's face turned white and he stood up abruptly.

  "How... is it early?"

  Li Kezhang and Professor Yu also stood up, tacitly putting on strange clothes on their bodies, without any sign of drunkenness.

  Tang Hongming didn't realize until he saw the two men putting on their insulating suits, and then he hastily put one on himself. Just as he was about to fasten the insulating buckle, both palms struck the back of his head, and Tang Hongming fainted before he could even understand what had happened. Li Kechang and Professor Yu exchanged a smile, tacitly fastening the insulating buckle for Tang Hongming, then carried him into the insulating room behind them.

  "What's wrong with you? Come in and watch her, don't let her out. Remember, this is an order!"

  Li Kezhang sternly said to Zhao Liming, then he and Professor Yu rushed out of the house together.

  "From now on, there's death but no life, brother, are you afraid?"

  "Scared? Of course I'm scared! But seeing you trembling like that makes me unafraid, haha!"

  "You're such an old rascal!"

  The sound outside the door gradually faded away, and Zhao Liming only then realized that something big had happened in Liu Ke.

  On this early winter night, the sixth department of the Public Security Bureau, which was in charge of uncertain events, had a big event. The most ruthless killer king in history, who had not eaten or drunk for over a decade and still did not die, Shi Guo's Corpse King Zhuang Qin, escaped.

  Li Kezhang hugged his modified gun and special silver bullets, firing continuously in an attempt to stop Zhuang Qin's footsteps. Professor Yu set up various demonic arrays on the path that Zhuang Qin must take. The personnel of the Sixth Department also fired at Zhuang Qin with specialized weapons that eliminated souls. For a moment, the corridor seemed to rise like a sun, dazzling and blinding.

  But none of this could stop Zhuang Qin, who walked proudly with his head held high, dragging a dead staff member behind him. Despite being covered in sparks, he moved unimpeded.

  "I hate it, just let me kill you all!"

  Li Ke had a moment of daze, as if he had returned to that night more than ten years ago. Similarly, it was the night when Zhuang Qin escaped from prison, and for an entire night, the prison was filled with corpses, not a single prisoner in the death row survived, four prison guards were sacrificed, and it wasn't until armored vehicles arrived that Zhuang Qin was subdued. That night was Li Ke's first encounter with real supernatural existence, and also his first meeting with Tang Hongming. He would never be able to forget the thrill and horror of that moment.

  It is also the same for professors.

  At this moment, both of them had only one thought in mind: they could not let Zhuang Qin leave Liu Ke, otherwise Tian Nan City would be doomed.

  "Mu Fangfei is dead, all of you go accompany her!"

  Zhuang Qin kicked away the obstacle with one foot and threw the person he was holding towards Li Kezhang and others. His voice was very calm, his tone even gentle, as if comforting some stubborn friends. But in an instant, Zhuang Qin's body flashed blue light and he pounced on the nearest staff member. Before Professor Yu could rescue her, he watched with wide eyes as the woman was caught by Zhuang Qin.

  All the attacks stopped, and Zhuang Qin also emerged from the strong light. He was no longer that short man. At this moment, Zhuang Qin's body was tall and majestic, with layer upon layer of dark muscles on his face, like insects crawling on it. If you looked closely, you would find that all the muscles on his body were like this, extremely eerie.

  The woman grasped in Zhuang Qin's hand screamed desperately, but the anti-electric suit, although able to withstand electricity, was not very effective against physical attacks. As a result, Zhuang Qin easily tore open a hole. The high-voltage electric current that struck Zhuang Qin's body surged in, and the poor woman's private parts quickly became charred.

  "Will you go with her?"

  Zhuang Qin whispered in the woman's ear, then suddenly straightened up and grabbed the woman's arms, tearing them apart.

  "Ah!"

  The woman who had lost both arms let out a miserable cry as she fell to the ground, blood splashing everywhere. Zhuang Qin bent down again to grab the woman's legs, intending to tear them apart.

  At this time, a gunshot rang out, and a hole appeared on the woman's forehead. She was forever freed from this endless suffering.

  "Don't stop! Can't let him out! We have no way back!"

  Professor Yu roared in anger, and all sorts of weapons fired again. Zhuang Qin's figure was once again hidden in the intense light.

  Zhuang Qin walked forward, unstoppable.

  Professor Yu finally discovered that those formations were useless, so he picked up the peach wood sword and rushed towards Zhuang Qin under the flickering light of the lamp, like a moth flying into flames.

  "Bastard! Come back here!"

  Li Kezhang's gun was out of bullets, he snatched a handle-insulated military dagger and followed up, the two people stood in front of Zhuang Qin one after another.

  The peach wood sword unexpectedly caused great harm to Zhuang Qin, the muscles fell off where the sword tip passed, revealing the white bones below. But Zhuang Qin seemed to be unaware of it, holding half a corpse and rushing left and right, hitting Professor Yu and Li Kechang, who were dodging east and west, but the two men refused to retreat. Zhuang Qin was very angry about this, he slammed the corpse at Li Kechang, then suddenly turned around and pounced on Professor Yu. Li Kechang dodged aside, but Professor Yu was caught by Zhuang Qin, who picked up a triangular iron obstacle and nailed Professor Yu heavily to the wall.

  The professor's transparent helmet had long been shattered, his long hair still inflated under the electric current, only now dyed with fresh blood.

  "It's on between you and me!"

  Li Ke's eyes turned red, he threw himself at him, but was kicked away by Zhuang Qin and knocked to the wall, fainting.

  Zhuang Qin did not lay a hand on Li Kechang because he saw a familiar face, the woman who had been trapped here for over ten years, Tang Hongming.

  Tang Hongming woke up from her coma, punched Zhao Liming, and ordered Sun Xiangshu to execute Plan 3. When she arrived at the eighth floor, she saw Professor Yu nailed to the wall. Her heart ached, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. After all these years of ups and downs, love and hate intertwined, only in this moment of life and death did Tang Hongming truly understand her own heart - she loved Professor Yu, and had never changed.

  Tang Hongming's eyes never left Professor Yu's, and Zhuang Qin's gaze on Tang Hongming also didn't waver. But in the instant that Zhuang Qin rushed towards Tang Hongming, Tang Hongming's eyes locked onto Zhuang Qin, filled with hatred.

  At this time, Sun Xiangshu appeared behind Tang Hongming. She exerted herself to smash a bottle containing a golden ghost towards Zhuang Qin while knocking down Tang Hongming. After a loud crash, all the lights went out and the entire corridor was pitch black, with only a golden glow flashing on Zhuang Qin's body. He seemed to have been severely injured but still walked step by step towards the outside.

  Everyone on the eighth floor was electrocuted and fainted from the loud noise, so no one blocked Zhuang Qin's footsteps again. However, he didn't choose to go downstairs, but instead used his body to crash through the outer wall and jumped directly down from the eighth floor to escape.

  The silent streets were littered with knives and clubs, as if a brawl involving hundreds of people had taken place.

  The sound of a police whistle came from afar, and several bold households pulled open a corner of their curtains to look outside, each with a pale face.

  In the sewers beneath this street, Seraphiel struggled to crawl forward, occasionally shooing away rats the size of small cats. He had never been so wretched, and at this moment he didn't even have the courage to curse. This was his homeland, where he was born and raised, a country he thought he knew well, but what he saw and heard earlier exceeded his imagination.

  "Devil! He must be a messenger sent by Satan from hell!"

  The angel stopped and tightened the tourniquet between his ribs before escaping again in the foul-smelling sewer.