Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

"Who are you fucking with? Bring me some people...Give me..."

boom--

Jin Si raised his palm, and white light flashed.

Half the rooms, and half the building, and half the block were gone.

"You know what I mean? Put on this space suit."

The gangster put on his space suit tremblingly.

This gang leader probably doesn't even know that half of his territory has been infiltrated by government forces.

Don't look at him being so majestic in his own territory.

When the government wanted to deal with him, he didn't even have the slightest strength to resist.

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"Your Excellency the President... we encountered an attack, a large-scale attack... I don't know where the attack came from. Half of the neighborhood disappeared, and all my comrades were evaporated before my eyes..."

Zita's expression couldn't help but change, and her mind was in a mess.

When I was about to ask what the specific situation was.

Suddenly I heard the sound of breaking the air outside.

boom--

Outside the Presidential Palace, the newly mowed lawn was once again smashed into a mess by something.

In the dust, Jin Si carried the gangster into the presidential palace.

"Your Excellency, this is the person you want me to arrest. I leave it to you."

Zita's expression was dull, it had only been two or three minutes!

It's only been so long since the last conversation with Jin Si.

Now, he understood what Jin Si meant by waiting.

The gangster knelt on the ground, his astronaut helmet fell to the ground, and he kept retching.

"Your Excellency, are you satisfied with my work efficiency?"

"Full...satisfied..."

This was completely inconsistent with Zita's plan.

Originally, he thought that Jin Si would spend some time in the gang's territory.

This will give your troops in that block time to plant the super bomb.

This time, the super bomb used to deal with Jin Si had an explosion range second only to that of a nuclear bomb.

However, the regional destructive power is much higher than that of nuclear bombs.

It can be said that Zita has high hopes for this secret weapon.

Unexpectedly, Jin Si didn't give him this chance at all.

The army he arranged to ambush was directly evaporated by Jin Si.

As for the super bomb, he didn't even have a chance to appear.

"What about the commission you promised me?"

Zita broke into a cold sweat and kept wiping his forehead with a tissue.

"Wait a minute, I...I didn't expect you to move so fast. I'm going to raise money right now."

"You'd better act fast or I wouldn't mind having this gangster as president."

When the gang boss heard this, he immediately became energetic: "How much money he gives you, I will give you double... no, ten times, if you can really make me the president."

"Go away, can't you hear that I'm trying to scare him?"

Zita hurriedly ran out of the office.

When she returned to the office, Zita already had a conch in her hand.

Originally, he didn't want to summon the gods here.

After all, this is the presidential palace and the capital.

If a war breaks out here, it will cause too much damage, which will be very troublesome.

But Jin Si's vigorous and resolute actions made all his arrangements meaningless.

Originally, he was thinking that if the super bomb was ineffective, he would summon the gods to come.

The current situation forced him to change his plan.

There is no way, he can't get that much commission at all.

The conditions he agreed to to Jin Si just now were just mindless oral pleasure.

If those congressmen were informed,

If he gives the money to an enemy, the congressmen will simply remove him.

Then use all methods to kill this enemy regardless of the consequences.

So it is better to let him perform this process.

At least, he understood the horror of Jin Si better than those congressmen who had no idea what was inside their heads.

"Is this the commission you gave me? Is this some kind of treasure?"

"Sir, please wait a moment. This thing is quite special. Let me show you how to use it."

Zita picked up the conch and blew it.

"The sound is so bad."

A beam of light descended on the office.

Then out of the beam came a man, Piccolo the God.

The moment Piccolo walked out, his eyes met with Jin Si's.

"dad?"

"Piccolo?"

Both of them were a little confused.

They never thought that they would meet under such circumstances.

dad? Zita was confused.

what's the situation?

Is this demon the father of the god?

Zita felt bad.

Now he just wants to die where he is.

This damn good intention is totally out of the question.

But the next moment, Piccolo's expression suddenly changed, becoming angry and excited: "No, you are not my father! You are a god from the previous generation!?"

Jin Si was stunned for a moment, and then his face slowly darkened.

"Did you still notice it? Piccolo."

"Sure enough, you have taken over my father's body. Where is my mother? Where is she?"

Piccolo was extremely sad and angry, and the blue veins could be seen on his forehead.

"Dead, Piccolo, as a god, you are still influenced by the emotions of mortals."

boom--

Piccolo launched a Qigong wave directly at Jin Si.

What Zita was worried about finally happened.

The Presidential Palace is gone, along with a block outside the Presidential Palace.

The difference is that this was done by the gods, not Jin Si.

However, in the ruins, Jin Si stood up unscathed.

He patted the dust on his body and shook his head: "Piccoto, is this all your anger? It seems that you are not much different from a few years ago."

"I am a god now, but you are no longer." Piccolo clenched his fists, his face still angry.

The piccolo is indeed different now.

During the more than ten years that Piccolo was taught by the gods.

In fact, God has been suppressing Piccolo's growth.

Worry about Piccolo crossing that danger level.

But in the past few years, I am no longer restricted.

No one told him anymore not to let force influence his will.

His talent can be realized without restraint.

He is countless times stronger now than before.

It wasn't just his strength that grew.

He also mastered divine power, and he became a true god.

Divine power and his own power are completely different concepts.

One's own strength can be described as powerful.

Divine power is magical and has all kinds of incredible abilities.

He is no longer afraid of the teacher from the past.

Now he has the qualifications and ability to say no to anyone.

And he believed that his teacher would no longer be as powerful as he had been in the past.

He knew his teacher's purpose, and it was the talent of his body that allowed him to maintain that strength.

And his father obviously does not have that talent.

He must have chosen his father's body out of necessity.

Piccolo was very sure of his guess.

"Come on, Piccolo, let me see if you are a worthy god."

"I'll let you see it! Just don't regret it..."

Piccolo removed his god-branded robes and replaced them with his form-fitting combat uniform.

Monkey Sun is my junior brother