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Chapter 168 Gino and the Sniper Bureau

Gods, such a distant and mysterious word.

Since the dawn of humanity, people have been fascinated by the search for their origins, much like the many Clarkes.

People always have all sorts of subjective fantasies about God.

God is selfless; God will fulfill all of humanity's desires; God will…

Steve stared blankly at the boy who seemed like an angel but claimed to be a god, a shadow passing over his heart.

His self-proclaimed god-like and arrogant attitude made him wonder.

Are gods good or evil?

[Negative emotions from Steve Rogers +100. +100]

"Your name is Steve?" The boy, who had been planning to fly away from the city, raised an eyebrow and looked down at the boy.

His clothes were tattered, and his long, yellow hair was like withered grass. He looked like a homeless person who had run away from the slums.

"Huh?" Steve was slightly taken aback, but immediately thought that since gods are all-knowing, it seemed only natural that they would know his name.

"Of course, sir, uh, I mean God." Steve looked embarrassed and stammered, "My name is Steve, Steve Rogers, and I live in an apartment at Lane 102, East Street West, Brooklyn."

"I had a crush on a girl named Annie in elementary school, but I never saw her again after I dropped out..."

The boy spilled all his information like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"Alright, I got it." Gino waved to interrupt Steve, smiled, a few plans flashing through his mind, and said calmly, "I'll come find you in thirty minutes, Steve."

Loud, piercing sirens and ambulance wailing echoed from the nearby streets.

Gino didn't linger. It flapped its wings and, in Steve's gaze, transformed into a streak of blazing white light and disappeared into the night.

The bio-force field insulated against the cold wind, and the interaction between the angel wings and the force field further increased Gino's speed. The scenery around him was like distorted light being thrown behind him as Gino flew eastward.

He was going to do something, something very important.

Dongwu.

Coastal islands.

"Eight elegant deer!"

The last warrior roared as he charged toward the enemy.

He could hardly believe that the tens of thousands of people their empire had prepared were blocked by one person.

"Bang!"

Like a gust of wind, Tiger Fist struck the head, leaving only a headless body covered in blood lying slumped on the beach.

Looking around, the entire coastline was densely covered with corpses.

All the invading enemies from Japan died here, and the only one who stopped them was a strong, bald Asian man.

"master."

The man wiped his hands on his pants and looked with a smirk at the lean middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on a rock not far away.

"nailed it."

He was dressed in a Zhongshan Tang suit, with an ordinary appearance, and a long spear wrapped in hemp cloth beside him. He was resting with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man ignored his apprentice, and the bald man was used to it.

His teacher was like that; he didn't like to talk.

"Whoosh~"

A sea breeze brushed against his face, and the middle-aged man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his right hand gripped the spear beside him as if in an instant.

This action terrified the young man. Since he started following his teacher, he had never seen his teacher so nervous. Was there some kind of fear approaching him?

The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive for a moment.

Blood mingled with the sea breeze, permeating the air and creating a desolate and chilling atmosphere.

Zheng Xian glanced around and said in a low voice, "Since you're already here, why don't you come out and greet me? Perhaps we are friends, not enemies."

The pure Cantonese accent echoed around.

The next instant, the air not far from Zheng Xian seemed to be torn apart, and a handsome foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared in front of the master and disciple.

"Interesting, you killed all these Japanese devils?" Gino looked with interest at the groups of Japanese corpses lying on the shore.

The boy's fluent Mandarin made Zheng Xian slightly lower his guard. He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Protecting our country is naturally our responsibility. However, your presence here is bound to arouse suspicion."

"Ah, I just came to check it out." Gino sighed. "If those guys break in, I'm going to kill them all."

"However," Gino glanced at the Japanese corpses scattered on the ground and shrugged, "they don't need my power right now."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the distant land of China, the place where he had grown up in his previous life.

The reason he came here was simply to make up for some regrets. Gino Luther has never been one to forget his roots.

However, judging from the scene we see now, Dongwu in this world has countless mysterious and powerful figures, and the middle-aged man holding the long spear also confirmed Gino's identity.

Zheng Xian is the inheritor of the Divine Spear, and his teacher Zhang Heng is also a ruthless person who once tricked a god into going to the sun to give birth to a god cub.

In response to Gino's words, Zheng Xian smiled and said, "Fighting against evil is the responsibility of all righteous people. Your willingness to do so proves that you must be a respected and strong person."

"Perhaps."

Gino waved his hand, indicating that since the Japanese had failed to break through the defense line, he did not intend to stay here.

"See you again someday."

After saying those words, the boy vanished into thin air as if by magic.

After he left, Zheng Xian finally dared to relax his tense body.

The bald apprentice looked at the spot where Gino had appeared with a puzzled expression: "Master, was he very strong?"

Zheng Xian sighed. Sometimes, he really wanted to punch his apprentice's head open and see what was inside.

"Not just strong, it's terrifying."

Zheng Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a serious tone, "Just a moment ago, I even felt the threat of death. If he wanted to kill us, it might only take a second."

Japan.

A tiny place.

The island's inhabitants were immersed in a frenzied atmosphere of war.

Their great Japanese emperor and invincible imperial army are expanding their territory. Perhaps soon, the men and women of the Showa era will become the masters of this planet, the elite among men.

Everyone carries this beautiful dream, and the madness from top to bottom infects everyone. If the clown were to come here, he might also realize that in terms of the number of mentally ill people, the Japanese probably have more.

It is located inside a palace somewhere in Tokyo.

The current Japanese emperor is kneeling under a cherry blossom tree, looking up at the falling petals, feigning nostalgia: "Cherry blossoms are like the fleeting yet brilliant beauty of human life."

"boom!"

Before he could reminisce for long, a sonic boom interrupted his thoughts, the violent commotion even causing the earth to tremble.

"What?! What happened?"

The guards outside the palace adjusted their hats and looked up at the sky.

Under the midday sun, a figure floated in mid-air, the sun reflecting his figure in a dazzling light.

"What, what is that thing?"

The Japanese emperor inside the palace also witnessed this scene. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he exclaimed in surprise, "A god... a god has come to Japan!?"

(End of this chapter)