I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Fortunately, I never was.

He pulled his phone out of his clothes, quickly typed a private message, and sent it out.

There was no signal here, so the transmission failed.

"Uh..." The old dean fell into deep thought, vowing that if he survived this round, he would definitely switch to a different carrier's SIM card in the future.

"For such a crucial backup plan, you didn't use professional communication equipment, but instead used a regular mobile phone?" Song Yi couldn't understand.

The former hospital director was on the verge of tears: "I'm just a hospital director, not a professional like you. What else would I use if not a cell phone?"

Song Yi thought about it and realized that the information he and that woman exchanged about reincarnation was all genuine confidential documents, and they were using ordinary cell phones. He hadn't considered the possibility of leaks or being eavesdropped on.

It's true that I have no right to say that the dean is unprofessional.

"Who are you messaging? Can he solve Qingfang's problem?" Song Yi asked. If possible, he wouldn't mind sending the old dean to a place with a signal to make contact.

Given Qingfang's position and the responsibilities of his supervisor, if he were to hunt him down, the entire Lianchang security system would be mobilized.

The special police force downstairs is already difficult to deal with. If he were to really fight the entire official violent apparatus of Lianchang, he would have no choice but to flee in disarray.

Without a doubt, he didn't want to abandon everything here and slink away for his life.

If the old dean has the ability to prevent Qingfang from using the power of the Lianchang government, then dealing with him will be effortless.

After thinking for a while, the old dean chose to confess honestly: "Actually, I am the governor's man, and the person I just contacted was also the governor."

"The governor was parachuted in from above in the last few years. Relying on decades of cultivation in Lianchang, Qingfang has deep roots and has never taken the governor seriously. He has even been trying to find a way to replace him."

“The governor is not stupid. He has been looking for evidence of Qingfang’s crimes and wants to take down Qingfang in a fair and just manner through the law, dismantle his team, and completely take control of Lianchang’s power.”

The old dean looked at Song Yi: "If we exclude those killers who are not protected by law, there are still hundreds of citizens from countries who have not been convicted by the courts who have been harmed in today's incident."

“If we can help the governor become a witness and provide evidence that Qingfang was the mastermind behind this, the governor will naturally not let this opportunity pass and will definitely take down this political enemy in one fell swoop.”

Song Yi continued, "At that time, we will not only obtain the Ascension Elixir, but also shed our criminal identities and become heroes who risked their lives to expose Qing Fang and save countless people."

"We take the benefits, we shoulder the blame, the governor gains power, and the people gain safety..."

Song Yi gasped, "My God, Dean, you're so ruthless! You had this plan all along!"

The old dean gave an awkward smile: "You need to think about what kind of people I'm working with."

"One is an old ghost who can ruthlessly possess his own son, another is a high-ranking official who rose from the grassroots to become a state minister, and the third is a pervert who is infertile and thinks about bringing glory to his ancestors all day long..."

"I was like a husky mixed in with a pack of wolves, so I had to have a backup plan."

"Besides, the governor said that as long as I help him bring down Qingfang, he will support me to become the Minister of Health of Lianchang Prefecture. This is a golden opportunity to rise to the top in one step. Who can resist such a chance to advance?"

Brothers are meant to be sold. The dean has already mastered the art of advancement; he is ruthless and cunning. He will surely achieve great things in politics in the future.

Since the governor has endorsed him, there's no need to think about running away; eliminating him is clearly more beneficial.

Song Yi helped the old dean get dressed and then took him down the elevator. However, the elevator was forced to stop when it reached the 59th floor.

Someone gained control of the elevator in the Weiwu Building and forcibly stopped it on the 59th floor.

Before the doors even opened, a team of SWAT officers who had been waiting there opened fire. Bullets pierced through the elevator doors and entered the elevator, turning it into a sieve in an instant.

A squad leader raised his hand to signal a ceasefire and ordered two men to pry open the elevator door to check the body.

But when the elevator doors opened, the special police officers' eyes widened in surprise, because there were no bodies inside, only an empty elevator riddled with bullet holes.

Someone realized what was happening and asked the two people at the door to check the top of the elevator.

But just as the two people poked their heads in, the elevator plummeted, instantly crushing them to the ground. Their upper bodies were severed by the falling elevator and the ground, and their lower bodies remained on the 59th floor, convulsing.

The terrifying scene immediately startled everyone. In that instant, Song Yi, carrying the old dean, burst out of the dark elevator shaft. While still in mid-air, he had already fired 10 shots, each one a headshot, instantly wiping out the squad.

Song Yi landed, leaving the old dean among the pile of corpses, and told him to contact the governor. He then drew fire to buy time for the old dean.

He took the initiative to approach the troops who were searching for them, launched a preemptive strike, and achieved considerable success with his amazing speed and marksmanship, killing and wounding dozens of people.

But then helicopters arrived, spotted Song Yi outside the building, and opened fire with their rotary cannons!

This thing is simply beyond the resistance of carbon-based life forms; it can even tear through thick reinforced concrete. He could only dodge quickly.

However, under the lock of a professional fire control system, Song Yi's dodging was not easy. If he kept running away for a long time, the enemy's system could analyze his movement habits and make a predictive attack, which would be dangerous.

Fortunately, this was inside the building, and the helicopter's field of vision was limited, so there were always obstacles that could briefly block Song Yi's line of sight and create opportunities for a counterattack.

When the machine gun fired, it didn't make the crisp "tut-tut-tut" sound seen in movies, but rather a continuous, heavy roar, like God striking the sky with a giant hammer.

The machine gun swept across, the shells forming a line of death, cutting horizontally along the building and leaving a series of evenly spaced, hideous craters in their wake.

The glass curtain wall shattered in large sections, and thousands of glass shards sparkled in the sunlight, like a sharp rain of diamonds.

Inside the building, shells continued flying through the walls, tumbling and exploding in the corridors and rooms, turning everything in their path into dust.

Clouds of smoke, a mixture of dust, fumes, and debris rose continuously, obscuring everything in sight, like the end of the world.

Even so, Song Yi continued running, his figure moving everywhere on the ground, walls, and ceiling, outrunning even the machine gun.

"Damn it, is this even human?" the SWAT officer operating the machine gun exclaimed repeatedly, urging the calculation personnel to quickly analyze the opponent's movement trajectory. He was going to crack down on cheating today.

The next moment, as Song Yi sped past a load-bearing pillar, he suddenly stopped and stood behind it.

The helicopter's machine guns habitually followed.

The sturdy load-bearing column could not be broken or penetrated by machine guns in a short time. As the shells swept past, dozens of shells tore a hideous wound in the load-bearing column, but they were still far from penetrating it, so they naturally could not hurt Song Yi who was hiding behind it.

By the time the helicopter realized it had caught up and turned its guns back, Song Yi had already activated five times the acceleration and rushed out of the building, using his light-footed skills to fly into the helicopter's open cabin.

He grabbed the machine gun operator and flung him more than ten meters away, leaving him screaming as he plummeted from a height of several hundred meters.

Three other special police officers were in the cabin and immediately raised their guns to fire.

But before they could even fire a shot, bullets pierced their heads.

"What's wrong? What happened?!" the helicopter pilot asked hurriedly.

Song Yi punched through the partition between the cabin and the cockpit, forcibly ripped it off, and, to the pilot's bewildered gaze, pulled him out and threw him off the helicopter.

He then took the opportunity to sit in the driver's seat and tried to control this expensive toy.

However, the way he piloted this helicopter was somewhat different from what he had learned during his reincarnation training. He couldn't control it well, and it flew rather erratically, nearly crashing into buildings several times.

The onboard radio crackled to life: "Black Hawk One, I've detected an anomaly in your flight attitude. What's going on?"

Song Yi replied, "It's nothing, I'm just not very good at flying the helicopter I just stole. I'll practice for a bit."

"Of course, if you could guide me remotely, I would definitely learn faster."

click!

The radio was immediately disconnected, clearly indicating a reluctance to provide guidance.

Song Yi sighed, "Sigh, they're not even willing to do such a small thing. Our feelings have really faded. Fortunately, these feelings don't belong to me."

Whirring whirring!

Suddenly, the heavy sound of propellers grew louder as two helicopters arrived one after another, surrounding Song Yi.

Without any warnings or attempts to persuade them to surrender, the two helicopters opened fire immediately.

A violent metallic storm swept in, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound. The light emitted by the tracer bullets formed a red line in the sky, like two celestial blades slicing through the air, capable of shredding anything.

Song Yi decisively abandoned the big toy he had just acquired less than a minute ago, kicked the windshield of the cockpit to the outside of the helicopter, charged up and leaped into the air, shooting straight at another helicopter dozens of meters away, and then clung tightly to the cockpit windshield!

The driver was absolutely terrified, feeling like the Hulk was lying on his windshield.

Song Yi gave him no chance to react, channeling his inner energy to forcefully shatter the windshield, throwing the pilot out, and then seizing another helicopter.

He laughed heartily, his blood boiling. His first battle after becoming an Ascended was so thrilling, it was simply amazing!

This scene of being surrounded by bullets and struggling against machines was something he had dreamed of more than once, and now it had actually become a reality. It was a dream come true, a huge dream come true!

The abandoned helicopter lost its balance under the heavy impact and crashed into another helicopter on the side, startling the pilot who quickly increased altitude to avoid it.

boom!

The machine gun shells grazed the helicopter, struck the tail fin, and severed it instantly.

The broken tail section got caught in the main rotor, and the high-speed rotating blade snapped off with a crack. The helicopter immediately lost lift and plummeted from a height of several hundred meters.

The unbalanced helicopter, like a giant metal bird with broken wings, spun wildly and plummeted, trailing thick smoke and shattered parts.

The remaining rotor blades were still futilely cutting through the air, but instead of the usual roar, they emitted a sharp, dying shriek.

A few hundred meters away, in an armored vehicle, Qing Fang watched through the bulletproof glass as the helicopter crashed onto the road, exploding in a violent burst of fire that shattered the windows of an entire street. His face turned ashen.

This was a scene he had never imagined: human flesh and blood fighting against metal machinery, repeatedly leaping through a hail of bullets, and even shooting down a helicopter. Was there no justice left?

He quickly figured out where the problem was.

Let alone the fact that Song Yi didn't have time to complete the baptism and become an ascendant, thus greatly increasing his strength, even if he did become an ascendant, could he really achieve this level?

That doesn't make sense. It's like everyone's seen Ascended beings before. Ascended beings are just humans who have evolved once. Their combat power depends on further development and training.

Both being ascendants, the world's six kings of assassins can easily clash with airplanes and cannons, dominating a local battlefield, while someone like Old Fool, who has become an ascendant, would probably struggle to even take down a tiger.

Song Yi's abilities have now completely exceeded Qing Fang's expectations, making him feel as if he is facing the world's six kings of assassins, rather than a young man.

Suddenly, Qingfang was startled, realizing a possibility.

Wu Chang signed up for the mission to assassinate Chen Weiwu, but he hasn't shown up yet, which is inconsistent with his historically consistent and decisive style.

At this moment, Song Yi displayed a terrifying fighting ability no less than that of the kings of assassins.

"Song Yi, is that Wuchang?!" Qingfang's eyes widened, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized it made sense.

The other party was clearly not Chen Tianjiao's accomplice; he was indeed an assassin, yet he ignored the sacrifice during the ascension ceremony, something he had never been able to understand before.

But now the case is solved. Song Yi is Wuchang. The ascension ritual is used to create ascendants. He was already an ascendant, so naturally he would not be sacrificed in the ascension ritual!

Moreover, this level of skill is truly exceptional; both the numerical values ​​and the techniques are aesthetically pleasing, reminiscent of the relentless refinement and pinnacle of mastery found in games like Assassin's Creed.

Qingfang suddenly covered his face, feeling his brain trembling.

"You were impermanent, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Is it too late to apologize now?

Although he was in charge of security operations in a state, he had over 100,000 combat-ready personnel under his command, including more than ten special police units of this caliber with formidable firepower.

But Wuchang is an assassin. What if I don't leave him any alive this time and he gets away? If he comes back to assassinate me later, can I escape?

Wuchang is the world's second-best assassin, having successfully killed the president of Tianxiong Kingdom!