Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The blue car sped through the night, the wind whistled around, and the scenery quickly receded.

No matter how Zhang He thought, he probably couldn't have imagined that a figure was strolling leisurely thousands of meters behind the car, but it was faster than the car and followed leisurely.

After driving for nearly a thousand miles, Zhang He stopped the car. He got out of the car with a pale face. His arms stopped bleeding after a simple hemostasis, but the pain of the broken bones still made his brows frown involuntarily.

There was a wilderness around him. After getting out of the car, Zhang He glanced around and ran in one direction.

Qin Xuan looked calm in the back, looking at Zhang He's figure from a distance, his eyes cold.

He followed him silently until Zhang He disappeared into a mountain with dense forests.

Qin Xuan entered the forest, followed the trail, and saw Zhang He.

At this moment, he had taken off his mask, sitting under a tree, practicing qigong and regulating his breathing.

Qin Xuan was not in a hurry. He stood in the distant forest, towering.

Zhang He took several hours to regulate his breathing, and only stood up slowly when the morning glow was diffused.

Then, Zhang He moved his feet to cross mountains and ridges.

He almost crossed hundreds of miles until he stopped in front of an abandoned factory in the city.

A low whistle sounded, and Zhang He's face was gloomy. He passed through the factory gate directly. The surroundings were silent, and the whistle disappeared.

Entering the abandoned factory, Zhang He walked through a secret door and went underground.

This is a secret base, and there are rooms around, and even people wearing masks.

They were somewhat surprised to see Zhang He not covering his face with a mask.

Zhang He ignored these surprised eyes and strode to the deepest part of the room.

When he reached the deepest part, Zhang He looked up at the camera.

The camera is a face recognition. In this era, even if you are a warrior, as long as you are in the secular world, you can't avoid the convenience of technology. Even Ning Ziyang used it, not to mention other warriors. This has long been popularized.

The door slowly opened, and a man with a white mask without any pattern fell in front of Zhang He.

"Mission completed?" The man's voice came out slowly.

"Completed!" Zhang He took a deep breath and replied confidently: "Qin Wende was hit by the Soul-breaking Hand, and he will definitely die!"

The masked man looked at Zhang He, and felt Zhang He's unstable breath and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang He is a master, a rare master in Anluo. After all, how can a strong man who is famous enough to shake a region be willing to join such a killer organization hidden in the dark? Many masters in Anluo were orphans since childhood and trained.

"Dark Lord, I'm in Jiangshui..." Zhang He's face was bitter, and he told his experience again.

The masked man's eyes flashed, "You mean, Zheng Weilong is dead!"

The masked man stood up suddenly, and a terrifying light burst out in his eyes.

Zhang He lowered his head and said bitterly: "Dark Lord, that young man is definitely a madman. He kills anyone he sees for no reason at all!"

The light in the masked man's eyes became more and more horrified, and a terrifying pressure suddenly spread out, pressing Zhang He directly.

"Stupid, if he is really a madman, he can kill three masters with two swords, how did you survive?" The voice of the masked man contained endless anger.

Zhang He's face was pale, and he felt as if there was a mountain pressing down in front of him.

He looked at the masked man in disbelief, "You mean, he deliberately spared my life?"

The masked man's face hidden under the mask was already covered with frost, "What if not?"

Zhang He was immediately anxious and said in panic: "Impossible, Dark Lord! I just went to kill Qin Wende, how could I offend such a strong man, and the other party had no grudges with me, An Luo, how could it be..."

He also thought of the consequences. If the other party really spared his life, it would undoubtedly be against An Luo, and wait for him to return to An Luo's headquarters.

"What's more, it's more than a thousand miles from Jiangshui City to here. I checked all the way and there's no way there's a car behind, let alone a person!" Thinking of the peaceful journey, he immediately said with certainty: "Maybe he's a lunatic, or he has a grudge against Zheng Weilong."

The masked man looked at Zhang He with cold eyes, "I hope so!"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded from underground, and in an instant, Zhang He and the masked man's faces all changed.

"Someone broke in!"

There were warnings around this abandoned factory that no one was allowed to enter, and there were alarm lines laid by An Luo. Even if a rat rabbit came in, it would alarm. Now, the alarm sounded?

Even if it was a coincidence, it was too coincidental, right?

Immediately, Zhang He and the masked man rushed directly outside.

Not only that, all of An Luo's twenty-odd killers appeared, looking at the alarm outside.

In their eyes, a young man walked in slowly, his hands in his pockets, calm and composed.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, especially the strong ones.They saw that the young man was only eighteen years old. What kind of threat could an eighteen-year-old youth pose?

He just came in by chance. They had only been here for half a year, and there had been cases of people mistakenly entering here.

However, only Zhang He saw the figure of the young man, and suddenly a chill rose from the soles of his feet, rushed straight to the top of his head, and his whole body was cold.

He was trembling all over, and his eyes could not hide the fear.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of the masked man, and immediately, the masked man shouted: "Be careful, prepare for battle!"

With his loud shout, the surrounding killers were all startled, and immediately showed a vigilant look.

They never doubted the orders of the Dark Lord.

"Yes, it's him!" Zhang He trembled, and the terrifying power of Qin Xuan killing the master like nothing flashed in his mind, and he almost collapsed.

"Waste!" The masked man snorted coldly. To be able to kill the master, the other party must be innate.

But what does it matter? He is also a congenital grandmaster, and there are many assassins he has carefully trained around him to help him. What is there for a congenital to fear?

Qin Xuan looked at the abandoned factory, and suddenly stopped. His eyes swept across the invisible An Luo, with an indifferent expression.

He slowly took his hands out of his pockets, and then a ray of light flew out from his waist and fell into his hands, turning into a three-foot sharp edge.

With the Eternal Sword in hand, Qin Xuan looked at the abandoned factory quietly.

"Come out, no one will survive in An Luo today!"

The faint words were calm, but they spread over the entire factory and fell into the ears of everyone in An Luo.

"Arrogant!" The masked man shouted coldly.

No one will survive in An Luo?

Even though the National Defense Mansion has not destroyed it after several rounds of siege, this young man dared to speak so arrogantly. It is really a joke.

The killers around had even colder faces. If the Dark Lord had not been there, they would have waited for the Dark Lord's order and would have already killed this 18-year-old but extremely arrogant boy.

The masked man's eyes were cold, and then he made a gesture.

The two killers who had been staring at Qin Xuan for a long time appeared, and the heavy sniper rifles in their hands were aimed at Qin Xuan's throat and heart respectively.

The gun body was cold, and it was the M82, which was one of the sniper rifle kings.

At the moment the masked man's gesture fell, two armor-piercing shells tore through the air. The terrifying existence that was enough to penetrate the tank armor hundreds of meters away rushed towards Qin Xuan with star-like fire.