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A moment later.

When Zhou Fengliu drove the car to the top of a nearby hill, Ma Xianhong realized that something was wrong with Zhou Fengliu's so-called nuclear talks.

"Old Zhou, aren't you going to find Yamamoto Liuxia? There doesn't seem to be anyone here."

After getting off the car, Ma Xianhong took advantage of the sporadic moonlight to glance at the dark mountain environment around him.

From the perspective, the surrounding mountains looked deserted.

The only advantage is that the view of this hill is very good, overlooking Dongdu Bay.

Standing on the mountain, the illuminated night view of the city is in full view, which is quite suitable for taking photos of the city night view.

...

"It's to find Yamamoto, but we have to make some preparations before going to find Yamamoto."

After Zhou Fengliu got off the car, he began to take his mobile phone, calculate the distance, and survey the terrain on the spot.

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu seemed to be calculating something, Ma Xianhong couldn't figure out Zhou Fengliu's way.

It was not until Zhou Fengliu confirmed the position and began to use the skill [Transforming Horse with Qi] that he gradually realized how wild Zhou Fengliu's methods were.

You are a ruthless person in society, Mr. Zhou. You don't talk much.

When a gray-white Qi-guided missile appeared in front of him, Ma Xianhong scratched his hair in confusion.

The first time he saw a hand-rubbed missile from a great country's Qi-gong, he, a refiner who possessed one of the eight great skills, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, was speechless.

Seeing him touch the shell of the Qi-guided missile, the real touch made him swallow his saliva, and his eyes fell on Zhou Fengliu:

"Can this thing of yours really explode?"

"Yeah."

Hearing Ma Xianhong's question, Zhou Fengliu responded: "If it can't explode, why should I use it?"

"It can explode, but the accuracy is a little poor. I don't know where it will explode. Old Ma, you are a weapon refiner, please help me with this launch platform... How can it be accurately guided..."

Faced with Zhou Fengliu's humble request for advice, Ma Xianhong was silent for a few seconds.

He is a weapon refiner, not an academician!

He can help with the design of the magic weapon, but the guidance of the missile is no longer a matter of the alien world...

"This thing is too complicated, I can't grasp it."

After the silence, Ma Xianhong said this.

This sentence sounds very familiar. When he invited Zhou Fengliu to join him in Biyou Village, Zhou Fengliu saw the magical effect of his self-cultivation furnace and said something like this:

The furnace is indeed magical, but the water is too deep, you can't control it...

And now, when he saw Zhou Fengliu's Qi-controlled missile, he had to say this to Zhou Fengliu.

The water is too deep, I really can't control it...

Facing Ma Xianhong, who was already numb, Zhou Fengliu also sighed silently.

At this moment, he only hated that he was a liberal arts student and didn't have a deep understanding of mathematics, physics and chemistry...

That's all.

The target is so big, just pick the big one to fight.

Zhou Fengliu comforted himself, and then continued to use the old way on Nasen Island, using [Qi to Transform Horse] to rub out a simple launch platform with his hands, and use the ability to control airflow to adjust the trajectory.

After loading the Qi-controlled missile, Zhou Fengliu adjusted the position of the Biheshan Group Building again, and then clapped his hands, looking like he had done it.

...

Missiles, land-based launch platforms, ballistic boost correction systems...

After Zhou Fengliu rubbed out these three pieces bit by bit, Ma Xianhong's cognition was completely overturned, and the door to his new world was opened.

Damn... Can it be played like this?

He originally thought that Zhou Fengliu was a cultivator, but who could have thought that Zhou Fengliu would do this to him today.

The God of War who swept the world of aliens was actually a scientist! He was a nuclear-powered martial artist!

"Has he always been so brave?"

"Don't you control him?"

Ma Xianhong, who had overturned his cognition, looked at Chen Duo who was confused and asked.

He said that Nadutong attached so much importance to the Eight Wonders, and Zhou Fengliu's ability to rub missiles... must be completely controlled to death.

"..."

"Ah?"

Listening to Ma Xianhong's question, Chen Duo scratched her face. Compared with Ma Xianhong's shock, her face looked much calmer.

On the one hand, it was because she didn't show her emotions, and on the other hand, she had seen it once before on Nasen Island...

...

"Old Ma, you stay here for a while and wait for my notification... Once I call, you activate this Qi-controlled missile. As long as you use Qi to activate the inside of the missile, the missile will fly out by itself..."

Ma Xianhong, who didn't wait for Chen Duo's answer, waited for Zhou Fengliu's order first.

"What the hell?"

"Me?"

"You mean I will control the launch of this missile?" Ma Xianhong looked at Zhou Fengliu with a shocked face and asked for confirmation.

Who knows what kind of casualties such a big thing would cause if it was launched...

Zhou Fengliu just handed the big missile to him to launch...

Even if Zhou Fengliu really trusted him, he himself was not confident...

"Yes, Lao Ma, you come...You are the most suitable among the three of us. I will go to find that bastard Yamamoto Liuxia in a while. Chen Duo, I am worried. Only you are the most stable..."

Zhou Fengliu patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder and said so.

"This..."

Ma Xianhong felt a lot of pressure...

How to say it?

Zhou Fengliu rubbed the sword of Dalmos hanging over the Biheshan Group in Dongduwan, and the sword holder who controlled the sword to fall was Ma Xianhong. The pressure was self-evident...

"Be alert, don't lose face... Tonight you are the anti-father of the entire Biheshan."

Zhou Fengliu gave Ma Xianhong a confident look, then drove away in a black car with his thug Chen Duo, leaving Ma Xianhong in a daze in the deep mountains and old forests.

Besides Ye Feng and the set of Qi-controlled missiles in front of him, he was accompanied...

"I always feel... something is wrong?"

Ma Xianhong touched his chin. He was an honest man, and he realized something after a while.

Old Zhou... shouldn't sell out his teammates, right?

With his personality... well, it's hard to say... it's really hard to say.

...

On the other side, in Yamamoto Liuxia's villa.

Yamamoto Liuxia, who was still sleeping, was hastily awakened by a phone call.

He picked up the phone and heard that the voice on the other end was from Morita.

"Chief, the operation failed."

"?"

Morita's words sobered up the confused Yamamoto Yanagishita.

"Action? What operation failed?"

"?"

On the other side, Morita was also a little confused when he heard Yamamoto Yanagishita's question.

"Chief, didn't you say...diverge your thinking, send out guns and kill Zhou Fengliu?"

"I have already sent out weapons. The first group of people attacked the hotel where Zhou Fengliu was, but failed to kill Zhou Fengliu...many people fell into the hands of the Yulong Society..."