Heavens villain boss whitewashing system

San Francisco at night, crowded crowds, scattered lights and noisy environment together constitute the second largest city in California.

The Holy Lord in the state of soul wandered aimlessly in this huge city, visiting this world-famous metropolis and watching the proud Americans of this era.

But beneath the prosperous and developed appearance of San Francisco, what the Holy Lord saw were robberies, rapes, thefts, and collusion between police and robbers hidden in the dark.

White gangsters high on powder and black homeless men crying and howling can be seen everywhere in the slums at night. From time to time, there will be a few gunshots that shock the night sky, accompanied by shrill screams.

The police patrolling a few hundred meters away turned a blind eye to this and continued to eat donuts and drink Starbucks with a nonchalant expression. For him, this was already a quiet and leisurely night.

…

By the river where the lights can't shine, a black gangster and a white gangster are squatting on the ground, smoking heavily. The fiery red cigarette butts flicker on and off, revealing the ups and downs of their moods.

"Is this little thing going to die just like that?"

"died……"

"Cao! It's not my damn fault. I just wanted to extort some pocket money. It was you who insisted on kidnapping him to blackmail his rich yellow monkey father..."

"He was struggling too fiercely. It's none of my business!"

"Damn it, now that he's really dead, who am I going to ask for a Franklin that's enough to pay my gambling debts?"

"That's enough Larry, although this kid's adoptive father is a yellow-skinned pig, he is still quite powerful in the neighborhood. If you don't get rid of this body, you can go find your Franklin in that damn prison!"

"Well...who the hell knew this kid was so fragile? It's a waste of time tonight, it's bullshit!"

At the feet of the two complaining people was a blond and blue-eyed boy wearing a school uniform. He had a young face and a short stature. He looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.

However, the boy who was supposed to grow up and thrive was already dead due to suffocation, his face was in pain and his face was purple.

The young man's body was tightly tied with ropes, one of which was deeply cut into the skin of the young man's neck. Obviously, this was the cause of his death.

"Throw it into the river to feed the fish. Every year in San Francisco, there are not even a thousand but eight hundred corpses fished out of the river. If this one is not missing, I might be fished out of the river one day."

The black gangster wearing leaky pants muttered something, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stood up and looked at the boy with eyes wide open, and he was still staring, and then he squatted down and reached out to close the eyes of the corpse.

…

"The soul that has just dissipated, the body that is intact, and most importantly... still very young!"

The Holy Lord in his soul state suddenly seemed to have discovered something, muttered to himself, and then turned into an afterimage and rushed downwards.

…

"Mazefak, stop inking Hogan, people are dead and you are starting to be sentimental? Don't make me kick your butt!" Larry, a white gangster who was squatting on the ground smoking, saw Hogan's actions and yelled curses.

"If I'm to blame, it's because you were adopted by a damn Asian, you unlucky little orphan."

The black gangster Hogan said something to the corpse, then clapped his hands and stood up, then raised his foot to kick the corpse into the river.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred!

The corpse that Hogan had just closed his eyes with his own hands suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Hogan coldly. There was no emotion in his eyes, only endless coldness.

Huge mental pressure poured down, and just one look at this corpse made Hogan feel like he was falling into the abyss!

He felt like a dead person, but this corpse was truly alive.

The black man Hogan fell to the ground with his arms and legs trembling, his eyes full of fear.

"Stupid humans, I really don't know whether to thank you or kill you."

A mechanical, harsh and hoarse voice appeared in Hogan's ears without any clue. It was like the whisper of a devil, making him terrified.

The young man's body that was originally lying on the ground stood upright as if being lifted up by an invisible force.

The muscles stirred, and the hemp rope that had been tightly tied around the corpse's neck suddenly broke, and the color gradually returned to the livid face.

The godless eyes also glowed scarlet at this time, looking at Hogan with a look of indifference, as if he was looking at a pitiful creature!

He looked up at the sky and opened his hands as if embracing the world.

"How can one behave without demons in the world?" The stiff mouth of the resurrected young man squeezed out an ugly smile, showing a somewhat ferocious look: "I, the Holy Lord, am back!"

The voice of the eleven or twelve-year-old boy made this horrific scene seem slightly ridiculous, but Hogan, the black gangster who saw all this, couldn't laugh at all.

Because he knew that he had walked too much at night and finally encountered a real ghost!

Hogan only hoped that this unknown evil ghost would be merciful and spare his life. After all, we are all ghosts and we could finally have some connections.

Boom!

Huge thunder suddenly appeared in the dark sky, followed by heavy rain pouring down for no reason, as if the heaven and earth were echoing the Holy Lord at this time.

Larry, a white gangster who was smoking not far away, ran over to shield himself from the rain with his hands, and cursed impatiently: "Hogan, you loser, for doing something so trivial—"

The words stopped suddenly, because Larry saw the Holy Lord at this time, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted in horror: "Shit, it's a fake corpse, what the fuck..."

Then he suddenly remembered something and showed a crazy smile: "This is fucking great! Hogan, come and help me catch this kid, and I have Franklin again!"

"So what if he pretended to be a corpse? He's just an eleven-year-old kid!" Because of the pouring rain and lightning and thunder, Larry didn't notice the scarlet eyes of the Holy Lord at this time.

Hogan, who was trying to reduce his presence, heard Larry's greeting, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of bitterness and hatred, and he wished he could kill this pig teammate on the spot.

Dude, can you drag someone else along if you want to die? Although I rob, kill and take drugs, I am really a good black man!

But there was an inexplicable look in the Holy Lord's eyes. He realized that this white gangster was right. His current strength was really that of an eleven-year-old child.

Even because of the previous death due to lack of oxygen, the body's functions were extremely weak at this time. Just relying on the martial arts realm to mobilize the whole body to break away from the hemp rope had used up the remaining strength of the body.

The Sheep Talisman gave the Holy Lord the ability to leave the body, but it did not increase the physical body. At this time, the Holy Lord was extremely fragile, and he probably couldn't defeat this tall white bastard with his bare hands.

but……

The Holy Lord looked at the white gangster who rushed towards him and smiled evilly, then snapped his fingers, and a figure in black suddenly appeared in the shadow behind him.

The figure in black then divided into two, two into ten, ten hundred...

The next moment, a whole row of masked ninjas in black knelt on one knee in front of him.

It was obviously the first time he summoned the Ghost Shadow Corps after coming to this world, but the Holy Lord didn't feel unfamiliar at all.

These ninja soldiers are hard-working, capable of cleaning housework, killing people and selling goods. They are brave and fearless, and are not afraid of death. Most importantly, they do not need wages.

He is simply the subordinate that everyone dreams of!

The heavy rain was still falling, but it gave the ninjas of the Ghost Corps a somewhat solemn and solemn feeling.

The Holy Lord looked at the two gangsters who were trying to run away when they saw something was wrong with an expressionless face, and ordered softly:

"Go and catch those two idiots who don't know how to live or die. I have something to ask them!"

The next moment, countless afterimages cut through the rain curtain, attacking the two gangsters Larry and Hogan.

The cold and pure killing intent of the ninja soldiers traveled through thousands of years and enveloped the two of them, causing them to tremble involuntarily. Their legs, which had been running so fast, were thrown into confusion and they fell into a puddle of water.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless darts were accurately nailed to the sides of the two gangsters, and the sharp edges of several kunai were only a hair's breadth away from their aorta!

"..."