Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 129: My King will grant you the power of immortality

Beautiful country.

presidential palace.

The secretary's face was pale and his hands were shaking as he reported the unbelievable news.

The bodies that were confirmed dead in the tsunami suddenly resurrected, and a large number of strange people poured into the United States.

Trump sat in the chairman's seat in the conference room, his face was livid, his brows were furrowed, and flames of anger flashed in his eyes.

He slammed the table, stood up, and yelled at everyone: "Where is the Super Hero Team? What is Behemoth doing?"

His voice echoed throughout the conference room like thunder, sending chills down everyone's spine.

They all knew that Trump's anger had reached its peak at the moment and they had to give a satisfactory answer.

The secretary stammered in response, "Sir, the Super Hero Team is doing their best, but there has been no substantial gain so far. As for Behemoth, they are providing full support."

Chuan Lamp snorted coldly, his eyes swept across everyone present like a sharp sword: "I don't want excuses, I want results! You'd better let the Super Hero Team and Behemoth give me answers immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

You know he is not in a good mood today.

Trump's morning begins with a piercing phone alert: the sound of a push notification from the Twitter app.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, when he unlocked his phone screen, what came into view was the latest tweet from old Biden, which was a fierce attack and impeachment against him.

Trump's face turned livid in an instant, his fingers trembling on the screen as he clicked on the tweet.

The words shot into his heart like sharp arrows, and every word was like old Bidden's smug face swaying before his eyes.

He could imagine the gloating expression on old Biden's face as he wrote this tweet, and his shrill and piercing laughter.

"This cunning old fox!" Trump growled angrily, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from exerting too much force.

His eyes were fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, as if he could look through the electronic screen and look at Old Bidden, piercing through it with his lightning-fast anger.

His breathing became rapid and his chest rose and fell violently, like the surging waves in a storm.

The air in the room seemed to become heavy because of his anger, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he stood up and kicked over the trash can next to him, making a loud noise.

This action seemed to release some of the anger inside him, but more anger continued to flow out like a volcanic eruption.

"How dare they! How dare they do this to me!" Trump roared, his voice echoing throughout the room.

The national situation is now in danger, but those insects are only thinking about party disputes.

What a bastard!

This caused the distinguished gentleman to be in a bad mood all day.

It’s terrible to hear such negative news now!
"Sir, there is one thing I haven't told you yet. The first team of superheroes sent out has all been killed." The assistant said again, holding a notebook, neither arrogant nor humbly.

Trump's face turned pale in an instant, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

"Oh? That's really unfortunate. May God accept them."

Trump's voice was low and cold, as if he was trying hard to hide his inner anger and disappointment.

A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Alright sir, now is not the time to be sad. We need to issue the next instructions."

The assistant reminded.

Chuan Langpu pondered for a moment and said:

"Tell Behemoth to continue sending people, and this time make sure to bring the army along."

Brother Moses.

This is a country in the south of the United States.

A country that is freer than the United States.

It's a criminal's paradise.

The hyena walked slowly on the dim street, his figure as silent as a ghost in the night.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds onto his body, illuminating the dazzling blood-marks, as if it were the reappearance of an ancient totem on his skin.

The buildings on both sides of the street are dilapidated, with graffiti and bullet holes on the walls, witnessing countless bloody fights between gangs.

The air was filled with gunpowder and the smell of blood, stimulating people's olfactory nerves.

Occasionally, the sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night and made people nervous.

The hyena's eyes were cold and sharp, sweeping over everything around it.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step was heavy and firm.

His hands hung naturally, with a lit cigarette between his fingers, and smoke swirled around him.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

Hyena stopped and listened, only to see a group of gang members wearing black leather and holding weapons rushing out from the corner.

Their faces were filled with ferocity and madness, and their eyes were flashing with bloodthirsty light.

"That's the guy!" one of the gang members shouted, pointing at the hyena.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the hyena.

They quickly gathered around and surrounded the hyena.

The hyena was stunned for a moment. Was this an admission of mistake to him?
You think he's a gangster?
"kill him!"

the gangster yelled.

The hyena sneered, seeming to care nothing about the current situation.

He blew out a puff of smoke and then waved the cigarette in his hand violently.

The cigarette drew an arc in the air and accurately hit a gangster's eye.

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

"Asshole! Fire!"

The other gang members were furious upon seeing this and raised their weapons and fired at the hyena.

Bullets rained down on his body.

However, surprisingly, the bullets bounced back when they touched his skin!
A mysterious force surged around the hyena.

It was a stream of black and red Qi that surrounded him like a giant dragon, emitting a strong sense of oppression.

This Qi not only enveloped him but also formed an indestructible barrier to block all the flying bullets.

The bullet hit the Qi with a crisp sound and then fell weakly to the ground.

The hyena stood at the center of Qi with a cold and sharp gaze, as if he was a god who controlled life and death, looking down at his ant-like enemies.

"Fuck!!!"

The gangsters were shocked.

Is this a fucking human being?

"Notify the boss, quickly, quickly"

But it's too late.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hyena quickly counterattacked.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and every attack hit the enemy's vital parts accurately. For a while, screams were heard one after another, and people fell in a pool of blood.

The fight lasted less than five minutes before all the gang members were defeated by the hyenas.

He looked coldly at the corpses and the wounded on the ground without a trace of pity in his eyes.

After a while, the sound of heavy tank tracks rolling and the roar of armored vehicles came from the distance.

The sound shook the entire street like thunder, making the air tremble.

The hyena stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

"finally come."

The corners of his mouth curled up.

As the sound got closer, a team of fully armed troops gradually appeared in sight.

They wore uniform camouflage uniforms, steel helmets, held advanced weapon systems, and had combat camouflage paint on their faces, looking cool and professional.

Leading the way was a heavy tank, its main gun on its turret pointed forward, ready to fire at any moment.

Following closely behind were several armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles, the soldiers on board had firm eyes and held their guns tightly in their hands.

The army quickly deployed their battle formation and surrounded the hyenas.

The tanks and armored vehicles spread out in a fan shape, forming an impenetrable line of defense; the infantry jumped out of the vehicles, quickly occupied advantageous positions, and pointed their guns outward at the hyenas.

Drones in the sky also began to hover, monitoring every corner with thermal imaging cameras.

This is Moses' gang.

The firepower must be more professional and more terrifying than that of the government forces.

Of course, this cannot be called a gangster. It would be more appropriate to call it a warlord.

The commander gave orders via the intercom: "The target has been locked, prepare for action."

His voice was calm and powerful, revealing unquestionable determination.

The soldiers adjusted their positions, fingers on the triggers, waiting for the order. Hyena looked around, but he was not panicked at all in the face of such a huge display of military power.

At this moment, the commander came out of the armored vehicle and shouted to the hyenas through a megaphone:

"You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or we will take more drastic measures!"

His voice carried through the loudspeakers throughout the neighborhood and echoed into the night air.

The hyena smiled nonchalantly and responded coldly: "Tell Childe Borg to come out and see me."

His tone was full of disdain, as if he didn't take the army in front of him seriously at all.

The commander was stunned when he heard this and looked around at his companions, unsure if he had heard it wrong.

"Isn't this our boss?" he asked the people around him puzzledly.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted, "Who are you? There are so many people looking for the general!"

A dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the hyena's eyes.

The light was like two sharp swords, piercing through the darkness of the night and pointing directly at the army ahead.

He slowly raised his right hand, with his palm slightly open, as if guiding some invisible force.

The surrounding air began to vibrate violently, and a powerful Qi surged out of the hyena's body and quickly condensed in his palm.

With a slight wave of his hand, the power turned into a visible energy wave, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if something was moving at a very fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, an armored vehicle parked not far away suddenly lost control of gravity and the body of the vehicle began to rise slowly.

The soldiers watched this scene in horror, and the guns in their hands trembled involuntarily.

The armored vehicle's tires lifted off the ground and its engine made a shrill roar, but it could not stop its fate from being controlled by a mysterious force.

Hyena's eyes were as cold as ice. He pushed his hand gently again, and the armored vehicle weighing several tons flew towards the army's formation like a piece of paper.

The vehicle drew an arc in the air, heading straight towards the soldiers with a whistling sound and an endless sense of oppression.

The commander was horrified when he saw this and quickly ordered: "Disperse! Disperse quickly!"

But it was too late. The armored vehicle hit the ground like a huge meteorite, making a deafening roar.

Amid the flying dust, the soldiers fled in all directions, trying to escape this sudden disaster.

The shock wave overturned everything around it, including several tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, which were also affected and staggered to the side.

For a moment, the originally neat military formation became chaotic.

"Express and get Childe Borg out, or this is what will happen to you."

Hyena twisted his wrist, looked at the commander in the armored vehicle, and spoke coldly.

The commander was shocked.

Fuck you.

This is a hammer.

The telegram delivered the message instantly.

A black luxury car came speeding over, its body reflecting the light of the street lamp, making it particularly eye-catching.

This car has obviously been specially modified. Not only does it have a streamlined exterior design, it is also equipped with bulletproof glass and a reinforced body structure. It is obviously prepared to deal with various emergencies.

Before the car came to a complete stop, the door was pushed open with a bang, and a tall man got out of the car. He was wearing a neat suit, but at this moment the suit had become a little messy due to his hasty movements.

This man is Childe Borg, a figure who holds a very high status in the dark world.

"Who the hell did this?" Childe Borg cursed in a low and powerful voice as he straightened his clothes.

"Who else is looking for me late at night?"

The hyena shouted at this moment: "Child, you are doing well now!"

Childe Borg looked at the man covered in blood, was stunned, and then opened his mouth wide: "Hyena?"

"Yes."

"How did you become like this?"

Childe Borg couldn't believe it.

The hyena used to be burly and rough. Although it is still burly now, there is an inexplicable sense of harmony. The blood patterns on its body do not look like tattoos, but more like they have grown out of flesh and blood.

"This is not the place to talk." The hyena looked around.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to the camp." Childe Borg remained skeptical of the hyenas and just stretched out his hand.

The hyena raised the corner of his mouth and got into the car.

Childe Borg stood outside the car, his eyes flickering, looking at the mess around him, his eyelids twitching.

Hesitate for a while.

He finally got into the car.

The troops withdrew and left in an orderly manner.

As for the unfortunate ones in the army, that’s the end of their pensions.

Arrive at the military camp.

Just the hyenas and Childe Borg.

"How did you become like this, Mr. Hyena!" Childe Borg asked as soon as he sat down.

"This is a new look given by my king." The hyena said slowly, his tone full of pride and awe. "Listen to me, it will be addictive."

Childe Borg frowned, obviously puzzled by this remark.

"King? Which king do you mean?"

The hyena had no thought of responding.

The warlord laughed awkwardly and continued, "So, Mr. Hyena, what brings you here this time?"

"I came here this time to convey the order of my king. The purpose is very simple. My king wants you to attack the United States."

Childe Borg was so shocked when he heard this that he could hardly believe his ears.

"Hmm? Lord Hyena, are you crazy, or did I hear you wrong?"

His voice rose a few notches.

You know, before this, the hyena was a dog of Behemoth in the beautiful country.

What dog would hit its own master?
"You heard that right."

"As a condition, my king will grant you the ability to be immortal."

The hyena held out his hand, and an eyeball was throbbing in his palm.

Childe Borg's eyes fell on the ball of flesh in the hyena's hand, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

This ball of flesh is about the size of an eyeball, covered with a translucent film on the surface, and filled with bright red liquid inside, which keeps beating as if it has life.

Each beat is accompanied by a slight pulsating sound, reminiscent of the beating of a heart.

"What is this?" There was a tremor in Childe Borg's voice. Although he tried to remain calm, the scene before him was beyond his understanding.

"This is the source of life bestowed by my king." The hyena said slowly, "As long as you accept it, you will gain the ability to be immortal."

The hyena gently lifted the ball of meat in his hand, and the ball of meat trembled slightly in his hand, as if longing for something.

"No, no, no." Childe shook his head.

"If you eat it, you will gain the ability of immortality and become like me!" The hyena laughed.

Childe Borg responded coldly: "Haha, take it back, you should keep it for your own enjoyment!"

The hyena's smile gradually froze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to turn down this opportunity? This is an incredible honor."

Childe Borg did not flinch. He looked the hyena straight in the eye and said firmly, "I don't need this kind of thing to prove my worth."

"I thought we were friends." The hyena shook his head with regret.

"Mr. Hyena, of course we are friends, but there are some things I am not worthy of." Childe Borg said lightly.

"Very good, it seems you have made your choice." The hyena said, and the ball of meat in his hand suddenly began to beat faster, as if some power was awakening.

A bloody hand suddenly rushed out.

In an instant, everyone in the small room screamed before they could react.

When the people outside heard it, they rushed in.

"General."

Someone shouted, and suddenly froze.

An eye grew out of Childe Borg's forehead.

Is it an illusion?

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Everyone suddenly came to their senses and left the room in confusion.

After everyone left, Childe Borg knelt down with a thud:
"My king is above."

"Go ahead and start a war. Don't worry, if any of your men become disobedient, my king will help you deal with them all." The hyena said expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)