my practice game

Chapter 192 Villain and Heretic

"Clean up the heresy?" Lin Ze was slightly surprised.

Although there is no corresponding information in my mind, but only hearing the word heresy, I naturally understand that it refers to the group that is against the sect, but all sects seem to like to do this.

And from what the girl said, there are also people in heresy who can use extraordinary abilities just like the gods, but where do their abilities come from?
Is it also bestowed by the gods?
Lin Ze had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he couldn't ask them face to face. If this kind of information was known to everyone, it would be hard for him to explain why he didn't know it.

Seeing that Lin Ze fell into deep thought after listening to the conveyance, the clerk girl did not urge her, but just waited quietly, her eyes glanced at his face from time to time, and she couldn't look away when she watched.

After a while, she woke up with a start, a blush could not help appearing on her face, she peeked at Lin Ze, and was slightly relieved when she saw that he hadn't noticed her actions.

After a pause, she looked around and saw no one around, so she hesitated and said in a low voice: "Actually, tasks like this to clean up heresies, especially those involving people with extraordinary abilities, are generally not Fire-level god disciples will be allowed to participate, otherwise the danger will be too high and casualties will easily occur, but Mr. Fu Mengjie, who is in charge of mobilizing the manpower, insists that you participate, so he arranges you in."

Lin Ze frowned slightly: "Fu Mengjie? Who is that?"

"Don't you know?" The clerk girl was taken aback, "I thought you offended him."

Halfway through the speech, she suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, and quickly shut up.

Lin Ze pretended not to hear, and smiled at her: "Do you have a photo of him here, can you show me?"

"Yes there is"

The clerk girl hesitated for a while, but was finally defeated by the other party's smile, and opened the folder in her hand with a reddish cheek, "Except for the team leader, Deacon Fu Cheng and the two Yan-level members, all members who participated in this operation , the list and information are here, here, this is Fu Mengjie."

While talking, the clerk girl turned the page of the document to Lin Ze. The latter saw that it was the young man who mocked him in the public hall yesterday.

Lin Ze was speechless for a while, this guy is too vengeful.

Seeing Lin Ze's expression, the clerk girl knew that he had recalled it, and said with a little worry: "You have to be careful, Fu Mengjie is the son of Deacon Fu Cheng, and he has a bit of a personality. So hurry up and reconcile!"

"I see, thank you." Lin Ze smiled and nodded, "When will the mission start?"

"In one hour, gather in the lobby on the first floor of Building No. [-]."

Lin Ze nodded slightly to express his understanding, thanked the girl again, and then left.

He didn't take Fu Mengjie's target to heart, and the other party was just a clown in his opinion.

On the contrary, he is more interested in heretics, especially the extraordinary abilities they possess, so he just took this opportunity to see them.

After practicing in the public hall for a while, Lin Ze went to Hall No. [-] until it was almost time for assembly. When he entered the hall, he found that there were already seven or eight people waiting inside.

A group of people gathered together to chat and laugh, and surrounded by stars like the moon was Fu Mengjie.

Seeing Lin Ze coming in, Fu Mengjie's face flashed with pride, and immediately changed his face, and shouted in a deep voice: "You know you have to carry out the mission, why did you come so late?"

Lin Ze didn't take it seriously and said, "Has the assembly time passed?"

Fu Mengjie's face darkened: "Even if you haven't passed."

Before finishing speaking, Lin Ze directly interrupted: "That's it."

Fu Mengjie choked up his words, and an angry look immediately appeared on his face.

A thin man next to him observed his words, stepped forward quickly, pointed at Lin Ze and cursed angrily: "A mere fire-level disciple."

Halfway through the speech, Lin Ze looked at him coldly. The coldness inside made his heart skip a beat, and a chill ran up his spine, but he couldn't speak the second half of the sentence.

The rest of the people were also stunned by Lin Ze's gaze. When they came back to their senses, they found that there was a thin layer of sweat on their backs, and they were suddenly shocked, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

It wasn't until a few more people walked in that the silence was broken.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Mengjie's face suddenly became cloudy and uncertain, and he glared at Lin Ze, but he didn't dare to find fault again, and the people around him also looked at each other in blank dismay and remained silent.

The weird atmosphere surprised the rest of the members who arrived later.

A few minutes before the meeting time, no less than 20 people had gathered in the hall. Lin Ze looked around and found that he was the only one present who was a fire-level disciple, and the rest were all flame-level disciples.

Many people saw the flame pattern on his chest, and their eyes couldn't help flashing with astonishment. Only those who knew the inside story showed playful eyes, looking back and forth between Fu Mengjie and him.

Not long after, with the sound of low footsteps, three men slowly walked down the stairs on the right side of the hall. The leader was a middle-aged man with a face somewhat similar to Fu Mengjie's, with a hint of majesty on his body.

Seeing Deacon Fu Cheng and the two members of the Yan class coming, the people in the hall quickly straightened up and turned their gazes to the three of them.

"Is everyone here?"

Standing still in front of everyone, Fu Cheng asked in a deep voice.

Fu Mengjie responded quickly: "It's all here, Deacon Fu!"

In this kind of workplace, he, like everyone else, calls his father by his position.

"Okay, let's go!"

Without talking nonsense, Fu Cheng resolutely led everyone to the square outside, got into the prepared vehicles, and drove away from the sect headquarters one by one, heading towards their destination.

Because of Fu Mengjie's interference, Lin Ze was not informed of the specific destination of the trip, and the clerk girl who conveyed the matter only knew the general content of the task, and had no way of telling it.

Fortunately, he doesn't care.

Yesterday, I went for a drive around Chihuo City, bought a map and wrote down the information on it. Lin Ze is quite familiar with the road conditions in Chihuo City. Halfway through the caravan, he judged that the destination should be north. The outskirts of the city, where there are many factories.

As he expected, half an hour later, the convoy drove into a corner of the northern industrial area and stopped in a remote place. As soon as the group got out of the car, there were several men in the uniform of the city bureau who were obviously the leader. welcome up.

"Deacon Fu."

"I've been waiting for a long time." Fu Cheng nodded to them with a flat face, and then went straight to the point, "Where are those heretics?"

"At the machinery processing factory 500 meters away, we didn't approach it rashly in order to avoid alarming the enemy, so we don't know the specific situation inside. However, according to the information we have investigated, the number of bosses and employees in the factory is about 40. It is very likely that all the members are heretics, usually using the factory as a cover, and secretly carrying out activities against the sect.”

"I see." Fu Cheng frowned slightly, and then relaxed, "After we enter, you immediately send people to surround the factory, and don't let anyone escape!"

"Yes!" Several police chiefs immediately nodded and answered, but their hearts were relieved.

The city bureau is no better than the army. It is okay to deal with heretical organizations composed of ordinary people on weekdays, but once it faces a heretical organization with extraordinary abilities, it is powerless. A little carelessness can easily cause heavy casualties, so I found this gang After the heresy lurking in the factory, the few were terrified for a long time, and they were relieved only when Fu Cheng arrived with his people.

The deacon has half a foot in the upper echelons of the Fire Infant Sect. Only high-level disciples can be employed, and the lowest level of strength is at the four-star level. Although the few police chiefs present are not very familiar with extraordinary abilities, they also know Four-star characters are already strong, and it is easy to deal with a group of heretics who can only hide like mice.

"Let's go, get ready for battle!"

Fu Cheng tilted his head and gave instructions in a low voice to the crowd, then took the lead and ran quickly towards the machining plant 500 meters away.

Fu Mengjie and the others quickly followed, while Lin Ze deliberately lagged behind, intending to observe the battle between sects and heretics first.

Anyway, he is now a fire-level disciple, the weakest person in the entire team on the surface, and such behavior will not be criticized by others.

It's just that this "cowardly" act fell into the eyes of the thin man and others who were frightened by his glance just now, and they couldn't help wondering if they had hallucinations before.

A group of people walked quickly, and rushed to the vicinity of the mechanical processing plant in less than a minute. Two men in worker uniforms who were sitting at the door smoking a cigarette saw a large group of people dressed in fire baby sect, and their expressions changed wildly. He opened his throat and shouted: "It's a member of the Fire Infant Sect!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them were shot in the throat by the flaming arrows, their eyes widened, and they fell to the ground whimpering, losing their lives in an instant.

Tens of meters away, Fu Cheng slowly withdrew his palm, kicked hard, and rushed into the factory gate like a whirlwind.

The moment the people in the factory heard the shouts from outside, they quickly reacted.

As soon as Fu Cheng stepped into the gate, a burly middle-aged man jumped off the machine tool seven or eight meters away from the gate. He swung his arm vigorously, and in an instant, he heard a piercing scream in the air, and a vacuum as sharp as a blade The slashing wave formed out of thin air, whistling like an off-string arrow, and flew in front of Fu Cheng in a blink of an eye.

Faced with this fierce blow, Fu Cheng's face remained unchanged, and he did not see how he moved. The flames appeared in front of him, and instantly condensed into a small staring crimson fire shield, blocking the path of the slashing wave.

The extremely sharp slashing wave hit the fire shield, only splashing a large number of sparks, which dissipated and annihilated immediately.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he glanced away, only to notice the four balls of flames on the chest of Fu Cheng's uniform, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Senior disciple!"

　There is one more that may be later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)