I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 678 - 676: Burying Love - Cold Young Master

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"Mr. Zhang, do you need me to take care of those tails for you?" Ye Yin's voice echoed in Zhang Menglong's mind. Although Zhang Menglong's strength had far surpassed that of the ordinary Heavenly Origin Boundary Martial Dancers, who ever saw a boss doing the fighting themselves?

Even if Zhang Menglong had become the emperor of the universe, Ye Yin still had her usual mission to fulfill.

"No, it's fine," Zhang Menglong said, "constantly having people behind you thinking about how to deal with you is not a pleasant thing. It's better to deal with it sooner rather than later."

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a red trail of fire streaked towards them from behind.

It was a shoulder-fired single-soldier rocket launcher, which was almost impossible to evade accurately at this relative vehicle speed!

According to its trajectory, if there were no obstacles, the last car would likely be blown up by this shot.

But Ye Yin simply shifted her thoughts, and the missile's trajectory altered, just grazing past the side of one of the cars before exploding in an open field.

"Boom!"

A ball of fire exploded on the side, causing a wave of fearful screams.

Under what circumstances would one first be attacked by fighter jets, then quarantined, and now pursued with a rocket launcher? What kind of grudge was this?

A public communication system was installed in these few vehicles, and the speakers immediately transmitted the panicked cries of the people.

"Menglong, someone is... someone is shooting at us with a rocket launcher. Your car, it should be equipped with an at force field, right?" the eldest senior brother asked.

"Sorry, senior brother, there's no equipment on this car, it's just an ordinary car."

"We're done for!" Hearing this news, everyone instantly despaired.

The reason they could escape from the ambush of 60 fighter jets was the technology several grades higher, but now, their vehicle was just an ordinary one. If it were hit by a shot, they would immediately be off to chat with Yama.

"Menglong, call the police, call the police!"

"It's too late," Zhang Menglong said, "by the time the police arrive, our bodies would have already started to decay."

"Then what do we do? How long before we can get into the city?"

"Another 8 kilometers."

"That far?" 8 kilometers would take at least ten minutes to drive, and if these terrorists couldn't finish them off in ten minutes, their effectiveness would really be too poor.

"You all go ahead, I'll cover the rear," Zhang Menglong immediately arranged for the convoy to stop and had the driver and Lu Yiyao get into another car, then pressed the accelerator and charged in the opposite direction.

"Menglong! Don't do anything foolish!"

"Junior sister, why didn't you stop him?" Lu Yiyao's senior sister looked at Lu Yiyao with a puzzled face.

At that time, she was actually holding a tablet and watching "Brothers Who Cut Through Thorns"!"

"Hahaha, Zhao Wenzhuo really is the cure for societal folks; even those rappers are scared of him... Hahaha, I'm Hot Dog, you can call me Pup, hahahaha..."

"??? Junior sister, is he really your boyfriend?"

"Menglong's going to cover our retreat, and you're not worried about him at all?"

"Yiyi, your boyfriend is going to face terrorists, they're armed with rocket launchers that explode, not toys!"

"Actually, it's the terrorists who should be worried," Lu Yiyao laughed, "Instead of worrying about Menglong's safety, we might as well think about what to eat tonight!"

"Oh, right," Lu Yiyao added, "everyone can also think about what kind of compensation they want this time."

"???"

"I'm lost now, what does that even mean?"

"Translate to human language?"

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"Shit!" a middle-aged man carrying a rocket launcher cursed.

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He was a strength-type Enhanced Human, and with his powerful control over strength, the recoil of such a weapon was virtually non-existent for him, an attack at this distance was simply incapable of going wrong!

But unexpectedly, that rocket fired veered off course.

"Bills, I told you, these weapons aren't reliable," a skinny young man with red hair on his head said with his eyes closed, "The strongest thing will always be our bodies, technological means are nothing but a shortcut."

"C'mon, Siyak, I was just messing around," Bills stuck out his tongue, his demeanor contrasting sharply with the muscles covering his body, "After all, our strength is almost on par with Superman's, so we might as well use technological weapons when we can, and if we leave some energy traces, explaining it is also a hassle."

"Afraid of what?" said the Psychic named Siyak, "We didn't sneak into Africa this time, they'll fully cooperate with our operation, even if we make a big commotion, someone will cover for us."

"True," the muscular Bills casually threw the rocket launcher out the window, "What a piece of crap, even though it's the latest model, such lousy accuracy. When we get back, I definitely need to have a good chat with their R&D department!"

"But we should not take this lightly, I heard that Zhang Menglong took down 59 fighter jets with a civilian plane, he might even have some powerful technological weapons in his car."

"Hahaha, I'm not afraid of technological weapons, to us, the god-like Psychics, heat weapons have lost most of their destructiveness, even if it's a powerful weapon, we'll have enough time to kill him before he uses it."

"That's true, but still, be careful. The assessment from above suggests that Zhang Menglong might even have a Martial Artist from Heavenly Origin Boundary protecting him, if we encounter one, we'll have no choice but to run."

"Tch!" Siyak scoffed, "Didn't they also send an Easterner to help us? It's ridiculous that we have to follow his commands."

"Shh!" Bills looked around warily, "He might be nearby, don't forget, when they first came to America, they effortlessly killed several god-level Psychics. Before our chief instructor breaks through, it's best we don't provoke him.

"Hmph!"

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"Bills, they have someone turning back!" the driver suddenly said.

"Is he actually delivering himself to us? Has he gone mad?"

"Maybe he's trying to buy time for his companions? Don't Huaxia people enjoy that pointless spirit of self-sacrifice for others?"

"Can you see who's in the car?"

"It looks like it's our target!"

"Hahaha, this really saves us a lot of time. We're not interested in the others, as long as we catch him, our mission will be complete," Bills clenched his fists, "He must not think we are just ordinary terrorists, hahaha, I'm going to crush his bones directly!"

"Bills, don't mess around, we were told to capture him alive this time!"

"Hmph, the higher-ups are really boring, sending us to deal with a little brat," Bills held a device in his hand, which showed there was only one person in the car and the Energy Intensity was only five units.

This energy level was quite impressive compared to an average person, the equivalent of a Level Five Psychic!

But for them, a Level Five Psychic was as weak as a chicken, almost something they could crush to death with one hand.

"Got it!" Bills leaped from the speeding vehicle and appeared out of nowhere in front of Zhang Menglong's car.

He put his hands out in front, and actually managed to stop the speeding car in its tracks!

The front end of the car was severely deformed and the hood even started to smoke faintly, but Bills didn't move an inch; his legs were firmly nailed to the ground as if they were spiked with steel pins.

"Quick fight, quick decision!" Bills shouted back at the other few vehicles.

Suddenly, four other figures appeared around Zhang Menglong's car, blocking all possible escape routes.

"Shit!" Did I just poke the Shamate Clan's hornet's nest?

Zhang Menglong laughed when he saw the five men, a bald head and the remaining four, their hair combining the colors red, yellow, blue, and green, as if they could play Flying Chess.

"Zhang Menglong, you've got guts, staying back all alone. But we never planned to hurt your friends; you're simply walking into a trap!" Bills said coldly.

"Zhang Menglong? No, no, no, you've got the wrong person!"

"You're not Zhang Menglong?" The five men were startled, they'd heard that in Huaxia there's a miraculous technique called facial disguise, could it be that Zhang Menglong had found a decoy to escape?

"Sorry, I am Funeral·Cold Youth!"