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Chapter 242 You guys should go die (please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)
The method Martin mentioned was to steal a car!

These policemen transported things out of the ruins of the building in a mysterious manner, not allowing anyone to approach, and there was not even any communication between the trucks.

This does ensure that the information is blocked, giving people like Martin an opportunity to peek into the secrets.

"The LAPD made such a big fuss, which shows that they take the secrets in the building very seriously. If we just do this, the police will definitely make us wanted criminals."

Zatanna didn't expect that Martin, who looked so cute, could do things so wildly.

"I'm not from this world anyway, so I don't care how the Los Angeles police think of me!"

Even if the police still remembered Martin tomorrow, he wouldn't care about it.

But Zatanna was not as free and easy as Martin. She wanted to confront the police about this matter and was very embarrassed.

Martin aimed at a truck that was about to return and said as he walked: "I thought that the magicians in this world were either lunatics who hid from the world, or self-destructive bastards like Constantine. In short, they were the kind of people who didn't care much about social discipline!"

Zatanna shook her head helplessly: "I quite like city life, and even a great wizard can't resist the rules recognized by an entire society."

"Then don't say anything and just follow my orders. Then you can just put the blame on me!"

Because of the special nature of Martin's identity, he often takes the blame for others.

He was not used to it at first, but as he carried more and more pots on his back, he no longer cared.

Boom!
Martin stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his vital energy mobilized the earth spirit power in the earth. The ground suddenly surged like flowing water, and a rock wall rose up, blocking the truck that was heading towards the ruins of the building.

"You are……"

Martin spun his right hand in the air, and the stones falling from the rock wall were pushed by his vital energy and shot out like bullets, hitting the helmets of the policemen.

The policemen never expected that someone would be bold enough to rob a police car in broad daylight, so they were knocked unconscious without even drawing their guns.

Zatanna followed Martin and used magic, waving the wand she used for magic, and stripped the police uniforms off the two policemen.

Then, under his magic, the stones on the roadside turned into ropes, tied the two policemen tightly like dumplings, and threw them directly into the empty carriage at the back.

Martin looked at Zatanna's nervous expression, shook his head and smiled: "You don't need to be so nervous! Although I don't care how the Los Angeles Police Department treats me, I won't kill people casually!"

After all, Zatanna is not Constantine. After her little thoughts were seen through by Marlene, she couldn't help but smile awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Rachel jumped up and said unhappily, "Only two police uniforms? What should I do?"

The police uniforms worn by the two men were more than a size larger than Rachel's. Even if she put them on, she would be seen through at a glance.

Martin opened the trunk and pointed, "Since your clothes are not there, let's keep two policemen inside! If they wake up, just gently pad them and let them continue to sleep."

"Is it just such a simple task?"

Rachel wanted to show her strength, but she didn't let her willfulness override everyone's common goal and jumped into the car obediently.

Martin quickly put on his police uniform, took Zatanna, who had turned into a police officer with a single tap, got into the front of the car, waved his hand to disperse the rock wall, and headed towards the ruins of the building.

The Los Angeles police had a very tight blockade on the outside, but almost no inspection inside.

Martin drove the truck and easily entered the cordon. Under the command of the security officer, he followed the newly built road and drove into the ruins of the building.

Searchlights illuminated the darkness beneath the ruins. More than a dozen large trucks were moving through it, and more excavators and cranes were clearing the ruins below.

Under the safety officer's instructions, Martin drove the car into an empty space, waited for the truck in front to be filled with waste, and then moved in to fill the space.

While waiting, he took out the Wind Spirit Pearl from his sleeve. A faint fluorescence appeared on the surface of the green pearl, which flashed only for a moment and then disappeared.

"What does it mean?"

The roar of engines was heard everywhere under the ruins. Zatanna did not lower her voice, and even had to shout at the top of her voice so that Martin could hear what she said.

Martin held the Wind Spirit Pearl and waved it, using only a little bit of the divine power on the surface of the pearl, and the roaring noise around them went away from them.

"The Earth Spirit Pearl did appear here before, but it has disappeared now. What remains is only the spiritual energy of the Earth Spirit Pearl, which resonated with the Wind Spirit Pearl for a moment."

Martin rubbed the beads in his hand with his five fingers, tilted his head to look at the busy engineering team outside the car, and asked Zatanna: "Tell me, how did the evil cult infiltrate the Los Angeles Police Department to make these police officers willing to do hard labor?"

Zatanna didn't answer the question: "Are you worried that the evil cult got the Earth Spirit Pearl and wants to do something bad?"

"Correct!"

Martin nodded.

Although the Lingzhu is a divine object, it does not mean that it cannot be used by evil spirits.

Throughout history, every time the spirit pearl was lost, it would fall into the hands of monsters, thus causing a storm.

"Let's go, don't waste time here. Let's go meet the person in charge of this project!"

Martin unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.

Zatanna quickly stopped them, saying, "These are cunning foxes. If we act rashly, once they notice something is wrong, they will immediately disappear without a trace. So we'd better discuss a plan before taking action!"

"Time never lets me go. It won't allow me to come up with a perfect plan, so I can only improvise!"

Martin tore off his police uniform, made a rag doll and threw it onto a chair.

A lifelike policeman was placed in the driver's seat, which amazed Zatanna, the great magician.

Of course, she also knows magic like substitution.

But he couldn't do it like Martin, who could do it so naturally and complete such a spell with just a wave of his hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

Martin jumped out of the car and knocked lightly on the carriage three times as agreed in advance.

Then, Rachel rushed out impatiently.

Although Zatanna felt that Martin was too impulsive, they were now partners and companions, and they couldn't leave each other alone.

She is not Constantine and cannot do such a thing.

The three of them gathered together. Martin didn't say anything. He raised his left hand and pointed the sword finger at the wind spirit bead in the palm of his right hand, and said:

"Winds from all directions, obey my command! I command you to be wise and become my eyes and ears!"

call!
The air flow instantly turned into gentle breezes, passing through the ruins, bringing countless sounds into Martin's ears, providing him with a clear structure and helping him figure out all the information above and below the ruins.

"The person who is really in charge is over there!"

Martin opened his eyes and pointed to a tent at the entrance to the ruins.

The deputy chief of the Los Angeles Police Department was in full charge of the matter. He had colluded with the blood-worshipping cult and had no intention of reporting what was found in the ruins to the police.

After confirming the target, Martin drew out the Double Dragon Sword without hesitation. His body was filled with pure energy and became one with the sword, transforming into a dazzling sword light, which streaked across the dim underground ruins like a meteor and headed straight for the location of the tent.

Inside the tent, the deputy director said to the messenger standing in front of him in embarrassment: "I can't do what you ask! If I can't come up with some useful information about such a major event as the collapse of a building, the higher-ups will definitely not let me go."

"I have lost my position as deputy director. How can I serve the interests of the sect in the future?"

The deputy director is a middle-aged man with half of his hair white. Although he has made many efforts to maintain his youthfulness, he is inevitably heading towards aging.

Before this, he had tried many ways to slow down aging, including various technological products, applied gold powder, silver powder, and taken pearl powder internally, and even secret recipes that would drive people crazy just by mentioning the formula.

It was not until he met the members of the Blood Brotherhood and experienced a blood bath that his aging body once again glowed with the vitality that only belongs to young people.

In order to repay this favor, he has used his power to give the church the green light for its actions over the past few years.

Of course, the church did not forget to give some rewards to this loyal believer.

The cooperation between the two parties has always been pleasant, until today's project.

The deputy director slammed the table and said, "I can't cover up for you indefinitely. Once others find out about the problem, they will never let it go. So, you must finish everything today and then leave."

"It's impossible to do that. You don't know what a great cause you are getting yourself into."

The person who was speaking was covered in a black robe, and there was a cold aura all over his body, as if he was not a living person, but a controlled puppet.

"To ensure the success of this cause, those who choose to experience the church are willing to sacrifice everything they have, even their lives. So, if you don't want the church to take back everything you have, just complete the task obediently."

Just as the Black Man finished his threat, the crisp sound of a sword spread throughout the entire underground ruins.

Everyone who heard the sound subconsciously shrank their necks, as if a sharp sword had just swept across their heads.

To ordinary people, this is just an illusion.

But to the two people in the tent, it was a real threat.

The man in black robes who had just been full of heroic words, left the deputy chief of the Los Angeles Police Department and ran away. He spiraled his body, took off on the spot, and directly tore the tent into pieces, trying to rush out from the entrance of the ruins.

But just as he took off, a sword light came towards him, directly chopping the black-robed man down from the sky and smashing him into the ground.

The sword lights dissipated, turning from virtual to real, and transformed into thousands of sharp swords, which fell to the ground like raindrops.

Zatanna and Rachel followed Martin's footsteps, and before the man in black robe disappeared, they pulled out the dumbfounded deputy chief of police, tied him up and threw him aside.

They wanted to help Martin subdue the cult's messengers, but the police in the ruins didn't understand what was going on. When they saw the headquarters tent was destroyed, they drew their guns and surrounded them.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they had no mercy on the combination of a woman and a girl and shot them without saying a word.

Zatanna was helpless and cursed the policemen in her heart for being idiots. Then she waved her wand and used the Transfiguration Spell to turn them all into animals.

Rachel used her magic to form a pair of wings and stood in front of Zatanna, forming a shield and protecting the safety of both of them.

"Don't look at it. No one in heaven or on earth can save you today!"

Martin fell along with the sword rain, watching the black robe being torn to pieces, revealing the rock-skinned index finger, holding the Double Dragon Sword and pointing it at the other party.

Ding!
The messenger raised his arms, and the power of earth spirit burst out from his body. His rock skin broke the swords transformed by the sword energy, and he shouted:

"Little Taoist priest, you are not someone who can handle the Blood Brotherhood. You will never get any information from me!"

"Another follower of the Three Palaces Demon, you idiots, if you want to believe, you should believe in a truly powerful devil. Believing in a madman who only knows how to destroy is really stupid and evil!"

Martin had a mocking smile on his face.

He is familiar with the Blood Brotherhood!

That was a branch of the Three Palace Demon followers, and it was filled with women abandoned by the Three Palace Demon followers. After those women gained their freedom, instead of returning to human society, they became even more madly devoted to the Three Palace Demon, and eventually gave birth to a boy with the Three Palace Demon.

Although this boy has good talent, he is nothing compared to Rachel.

Therefore, Sangong Mo never paid any attention to the other party again.

I didn’t expect this, I didn’t expect this!
I actually got into two big troubles in one day?
Martin was hit by a boomerang and got into big trouble again. He was in a terrible state.

He summoned the Heavenly Qi, and his entire body was wrapped in the white jade-like Qi, like a god from heaven. He said sternly to the dumbfounded Blood Brotherhood messenger:

"You are of no use to me anymore, you can go die now!"

The messenger of the Blood Brotherhood was still in shock. He could not understand at all how this Taoist priest in front of him could know the Allah they believed in.

That is a secret that only core members are qualified to know!

Martin was too lazy to explain anything to someone who was destined to die. He stretched out his sword fingers with both hands, pointed them toward the sky, and started the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. Countless swords and Tiangang fighting spirit mixed together, pointing directly at the messenger of the Blood Brotherhood like a mighty river.

Although the Blood Brotherhood believes in the Three Palaces Demon, they are essentially a group of bumpkins. Apart from the core members, few of them have ever used magic.

The messenger of the Blood Brotherhood looked at the river of swords coming towards him and felt shocked at first, then proud!
He knocked his hand on his rock chest and said: "You little Taoist priest, you really don't know how high the sky is, how thick the earth is. I have the miracles bestowed by my master, Sangong Mo, how could I..."

Before the other party could finish his self-boasting, the flying sword wrapped in Tiangang fighting spirit had already pierced through his body.

The stone skin was instantly pierced into a sieve, and blood gushed out from the stone inside, trying to turn into something special.

But before the thing emitting an ominous aura could show up, the Tiangang fighting spirit exploded and wiped out all traces of these idiots in the world.

After killing the other person, Martin turned around and looked at the 'brave and dedicated' policeman, pointing his sword downwards.

Ding, ding, ding.
Swords fell on each policeman, forcing them to stop moving forward.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

These policemen were not so heroic when they rescued people.

However, this is understandable, after all, the deputy director is still in Martin's hands.

“Even if you are a superhuman, you don’t have it.”

Martin shook his head slightly, and the flying sword moved forward, piercing directly through the thighs of a group of people.

After seeing the blood, the policemen suddenly became cowardly and ran away dragging the injured.

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