Spellcasting Gods

Without a doubt, tormenting Casa Harrison was merely Zhang Cheng venting his dissatisfaction, especially since anyone dared to pry into his deepest privacy and secrets; they were simply asking for trouble.

His only method for dealing with such people is to make an example of them.

Soon, under Yelena's skillful skinning technique, the poor prisoner's last piece of skin was peeled off, leaving only large patches of red and white muscle and bone on his body. His genitals were even cut off and forcibly stuffed into his mouth.

Although such inhuman torture would have killed an ordinary person long ago, Casa Harrison, who had taken a small amount of healing medicine, did not die. He was merely driven insane by a mental breakdown, constantly emitting piercing, maniacal laughter.

Even seasoned combat personnel who had witnessed many large-scale battles couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle, completely unable to believe that such a monster, which didn't treat people like human beings, actually existed in the world.

That's right!

In their eyes, their boss was a completely cold-blooded monster, without a shred of compassion.

Of course, this intense sense of fear is not entirely a bad thing; at least it maximizes everyone's loyalty and prevents them from being easily bought off by other intelligence agencies.

Money is a good thing, but you need to be alive to spend it. In addition, someone has made it clear that they want to eliminate all potential threats. Even if they don't consider themselves, they will have to consider their relatives and friends.

However, none of this mattered to Zhang Cheng. He patiently sat in place, waiting for the fake blonde loli in the distance to contact headquarters.

A full ten minutes later, Yelena walked over with her phone, which had a holographic projection function, and displayed a 3D image of a huge villa. She explained, "Boss! According to the latest intelligence the director has received, Casa Harrison recently made a phone call to his father, Eric. By tracing the phone number and address, we found a house located in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. If nothing unexpected happens, the person you are looking for should live there."

“Oh? Boston? Then what are we waiting for? Take the prisoners and set off immediately. You know these rats are very alert; once they escape, it will be very troublesome to catch them again.” With that, Zhang Cheng jumped straight into the cockpit of the Quinjet.

Since New York is only about 300 kilometers from Boston, it can be reached in the blink of an eye at the speed of a jet plane, without the need for magical means.

"Don't just stand there! Didn't you hear the BOSS's orders? Get moving! We need to hold a tactical meeting on the plane! According to satellite detection, there are at least ten bodyguards armed with automatic weapons there that we need to deal with," Yelena roared in her distinctively high-pitched voice.

As the nominal supreme commander of the entire operation, what she hated most was this kind of impromptu action that was done without any planning or reconnaissance.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the courage to refuse Zhang Cheng.

After all, the sight of Casa Harrison living a life worse than death constantly reminded everyone how dark, cold, and cruel the seemingly amiable young man was inside.

Soon, under the skillful control of an experienced pilot who looked to be in his early fifties, the Quinjet flew in a large circle close to the sea surface without alerting any radar systems or passing ships, and stopped less than 100 meters above the target.

It goes without saying that, after intense discussion, the action team decided to use an airdrop to bypass the patrolling guards outside and launch a direct attack on the villa.

Before the enemy could react, they kidnapped Casa Harrison's father, Eric, and then retreated before the police and army could react.

Nobody knew that Zhang Cheng wasn't there to kidnap anyone, but to make a statement, to use blood and death to tell those hiding in the shadows a lesson: if they didn't hand over the mastermind, then these families they used to control America would be uprooted one by one, becoming insignificant dust in history.

"Prepare for battle! Remember! Kill anyone who dares to stand in your way! If nothing unexpected happens, we only have twenty-five minutes."

After saying that, the burly man at the head pressed the countdown button on his watch. When the plane descended to the rooftop, he immediately jumped down and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger on the bodyguard at the door.

Snapped!Snapped!

Because of the silencer, the gun didn't make much noise, and the bodyguard fell to the ground immediately.

Following closely behind, the remaining personnel jumped down, forming three-person fire teams to launch attacks from different directions. At the same time, the Quinjet took off again, closely monitoring every move around them.

Sensing the faint smell of blood in the air, Zhang Cheng smiled and asked Yelena beside him, "Guess what the media will say if we kill everyone in this villa today?"

“I don’t know! But I do know that this will cause a major earthquake in the political and business circles of this country. Since the founding of the United States, no one has ever dared to lay a hand on a family like the Harrison family.”

"Hahahaha! No, darling, I guarantee the media won't report this at all, and even ordinary people won't know that a horrific massacre took place here. The reason is simple: those rats don't dare to confront me, or rather, the massive supernatural group standing behind me. Otherwise, they would be utterly defeated. On the contrary, they would try to make peace, paying a heavy price for it. The United States of America is essentially very similar to the ancient Roman Empire in both its methods and its way of thinking. This means that when faced with an invincible enemy, they will not hesitate to sacrifice a portion of their own people..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blinding flash of light shot out from the third-floor window, and the two unfortunate men were thrown headfirst from the height, breaking their necks.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng shrugged and joked, "It seems this Mr. Eric isn't a very important pawn. He doesn't even have a bodyguard with superpowers. Let's go, let's see what he knows and what clues he can provide. Don't forget to bring Kasa along. I think he'll be quite persuasive to some extent, saving us a lot of trouble and time."

"Understood!" Yelena lowered her head, carefully maintaining a humble and obedient posture.

The longer she spent with him, the more she felt that her boss was an absolute dangerous individual who didn't care about morality or the law at all.

Although the first thing the KGB did when training spies was to destroy their self-esteem and sense of shame so that they could use their bodies to seduce targets and obtain intelligence, it still retained some basic human morality.

Chapter 677 Persuasiveness (Part 1)

"Put the gun down!"

"Put the gun down!"

"Put your gun down immediately! Or we'll open fire!"

……

Accompanied by threatening growls and movements, six combatants finally cornered Eric Harrison, who was trying to escape through a window, along with three bodyguards armed with automatic weapons, in the innermost room on the third floor.

If this were a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster, the bodyguards would definitely retaliate immediately, engaging in a fierce gunfight with the intruders, and then escort their employers away safely.

However, after confirming that their weapons and equipment were no match for the intruders, the bodyguards immediately and without hesitation lowered their weapons and raised their hands.

The reason is simple: the combat team members are wearing the advanced combat suits of Hydra agents from the Marvel Universe, including high-strength bulletproof vests, composite material helmets, top-of-the-line infrared thermal detectors, special operations firearms that can be freely adjusted in angle, and several types of specially made tactical grenades...

In short, even through several walls, you can clearly see how many people are hiding behind them, and you can choose to use lethal or non-lethal means to resolve the problem. Moreover, there is an artificial intelligence X that reports the situation and provides corresponding suggestions at any time.

Most importantly, the combat team members' vests have a very high level of protection. Even if they are hit by machine gun fire, unless they are hit directly in the face, they will at most break a few ribs, but they will not be penetrated by bullets.

The bodyguards realized that futile resistance would only lead to a brutal massacre, so they decisively laid down their weapons and surrendered.

On the one hand, this ensures the safety of yourself and your employer; on the other hand, it preserves firsthand information so that when the police or FBI arrive, you can provide them with accurate information, which is much better than relying on guesswork.

Unfortunately, the bodyguards had no idea that this was never a kidnapping.

As the last unfortunate man dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and knelt on the ground, a commander of the combat team immediately gave his comrades a tactical hand signal.

The remaining five men immediately adjusted their guns and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a few muffled gunshots, all the bodyguards fell into pools of blood, barely breathing their last breaths.

It's easy to see from the stunned expressions frozen on their faces at the moment of death that they simply couldn't believe that the other person would kill them without saying a word.

"Take the men to the lobby on the first floor! Then prepare to retreat!" the commander ordered the entire team through his headset.

A few minutes later, Eric Harrison was dragged like a dead dog to the first-floor living room, which was filled with corpses and the smell of blood.

Zhang Cheng sat on the sofa, observing the man, who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old and was desperately trying to remain calm, with great interest. After a full minute, he smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Harrison, I think you must be very curious right now about who I am and why I dared to break into your residence in this way and slaughter your bodyguards and servants, right?"

"No! I don't care who you are! I only care how you plan to clean up this mess! I'm sure you knew who I was when you were planning this attack, right?" Eric clenched his fists tightly, barely suppressing the almost boiling rage within him.

As someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth, from one of the most prestigious families in the United States, he had never been so embarrassed.

Especially those well-trained and well-equipped combat personnel, even a fool could see that they were definitely not ordinary kidnappers, but rather a targeted surprise attack.

"Hehe! Don't rush. Before you introduce yourself, I'd like you to meet your son, Kasa. This will help our conversation." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng lightly beckoned with his finger, a cruel smile appearing on his lips.

"Fool! Go find your father." Yelena, having received the order, shoved the deranged young man forcefully.

It must be said that blood ties and genetic inheritance are very mysterious things. Even if biological parents and children have never met, there is still a high chance that they will recognize each other when they meet as adults.

Although the young man's entire body was covered in wounds, Eric still recognized his descendant. His eyes widened in fury as he roared, "My God! What... what have you demons done to Kasa?!"

Zhang Cheng deliberately feigned nonchalance and replied, "It's nothing. My men gouged out one of his eyes, stripped him of all his skin, castrated him, and then stuffed his genitals into his mouth for him to eat. As you can see, he suffered a mental breakdown and became a crazy idiot."

"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Under intense verbal provocation, Eric finally lost control of his emotions, lunging forward with bared teeth and claws, wanting to strangle this extremely evil enemy to death with his bare hands.

Unfortunately, before he could get close, he was grabbed by the combat personnel waiting nearby and slammed headfirst into the floor.

Seeing the hatred in the old man's eyes, Zhang Cheng didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed heartily, mocking, "Do you know why Kasa is in this miserable state? The answer is very simple: it's all your fault. Remember a few months ago when you told him to get close to a girl named Elizabeth? She's my girlfriend! Now tell me, who ordered you to do this? If you tell me, I might consider letting you die a little easier. But if you resist, I guarantee the pain you suffer will be ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times worse than what your own son endured."

"Pooh!"

Eric, clearly unaware of who he was dealing with, looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood-red saliva.

"Ha! Tough guy! I love tough guys the most! I hope you can last a little longer!" Zhang Cheng sneered, raised his foot, and stomped on the other man's knee with a bang.

"what!!!!!!!"

Despite Eric's fierce and tough demeanor just a moment ago, he had never actually suffered before and could not withstand the intense pain, opening his mouth to let out a pig-like scream.

Yelena seemed to have received some information and quickly leaned closer, whispering, "Boss! Headquarters just sent a message saying that police vehicles and helicopters are on their way. I suggest we evacuate first and interrogate them later."

"Hmph! No, no need. You guys retreat first, I'll handle the rest myself." Zhang Cheng waved his hand impatiently, dragged Eric's broken leg out of the villa, and threw it forcefully into the air.

Instantly!

This unlucky guy seemed to lose gravity and flew hundreds of meters high before starting to fall at high speed!

Just as his head was about to make contact with the ground!

Everything seemed to have fallen into a straight line, and he was floating in the air less than two centimeters above the ground.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Eric's rapidly beating heart felt like it was about to tear his chest apart and leap out of his body, and the blood surging through his entire body stimulated his already extremely tense nerves.

Chapter 678 Persuasiveness (Part 2)

"What does it feel like to rise and fall rapidly?"

Did you know that if you do this too often, your body will inevitably be damaged, and you might even become paralyzed in bed, turning into a semi-vegetative person who can hardly move a finger?

While you're desperately trying to cover up for the mastermind behind everything, you'd better think about the wealth and influence the Harrison family has accumulated over centuries, and also about your other son who's just entered politics and has a promising future, your two young and beautiful daughters, and your two grandsons and four granddaughters.

Oh, I almost forgot, you also have three sexy mistresses and two illegitimate children.

If you insist on continuing your current uncooperative attitude, I wouldn't mind arresting them all and staging a heart-wrenching human tragedy.

In fact, as far as I know, there are many things that can evoke fear in humans, far more than death.

For example, watching one's descendants die one by one under cruel torture, with the extremely tragic cries of their final moments always echoing in one's ears.

For example, in front of someone, let the dirtiest and ugliest guy repeatedly abuse his beloved woman or daughter.

Believe me, that feeling is simply unbearable for the human will. Even the most cold-blooded person would suffer a mental breakdown, either going completely insane or becoming a heartless walking corpse.

Tell me, dear Mr. Eric, is this the result you wanted?

Watching the Harrison family disappear from the world without our knowledge?

Please don't think this is just an empty threat; I have enough power to make it a reality at any time.

Make your choice now!

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng stopped uttering any more nonsense and simply stared into the other person's eyes, which revealed an extreme inner struggle.

About two or three minutes later, Eric finally took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What guarantee do you have? As far as I know, the guys in the underworld are a bunch of paranoiacs and lunatics. In your minds, revenge is always about eliminating the root of the problem and leaving no future trouble. Some are even reduced to terrible indentured slaves."

"I didn't expect you to know so much about the underworld." Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, then replied calmly, "That's right! What you said are all characteristics of the underworld. But there's one thing you're wrong about: what I'm doing now doesn't fall into the category of revenge. You're not qualified to be my enemy, not even the little rat hiding in the shadows controlling you."