Under the order of Yamada Ichiro, all the people who were locked up in the huge basement, with their entry and exit strictly monitored, and even completely isolated from the outside world, all started taking action immediately.

A large number of researchers wearing protective clothing began the final debugging of the drug.

At the same time, there were other research assistants who connected various monitoring equipment to Yamada Yasu.

At the same time, the tall man in a suit in the basement held firearms and swarmed towards the entrance.

A moment later, fierce gunfire rang out from the direction of the entrance.

Ichiro Yamada, holding a samurai sword, sat meticulously on his own office chair and looked down at the entire basement.

"I hope this extraordinary person of unknown origin can give me some surprises."

"Recipe...hehe..."

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He entered the basement easily. Before Zhang Tong could figure out the structure of the basement, a large number of footsteps sounded from not far away.

"Someone!"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from Yamada Ichiro!"

Zhang Tong's expression was slightly stern. From the moment he was exposed, he knew that there was no way he could hide it from Yamada Ichiro.

However, exposure means exposure. As long as his true identity is not exposed, Zhang Tong will leave here with full confidence.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Zhang Tong, with a solemn face, disappeared on the spot, replaced by a lifelike illusion.

As for Zhang Tong himself, under the cover of his illusion ability and with the help of the power of the coordinate hammer, he clung to the ceiling like Spider-Man.

The terrain here is too open, and I simply can't handle it after a round of strafing.

Zhang Tong understood these club members who carried guns with them very clearly.

Either you will kill them, or they will kill you.

Pinned to the ceiling by a three-dimensional hammer, Zhang Tong hid in the corner of the basement entrance passage, staring at the ground.

On the ground, a large number of shadows spread over along with the sound of dense footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, big men in black armed with firearms rushed out. After seeing the illusion of vigilance, these people opened fire immediately.

Da da da da!

Submachine guns, pistols, rifles...the weapons controlled by the Qinglong Society finally showed their ferocious fangs at this moment.

As the flames suffocated, countless bullets poured towards Zhang Tong's illusion.

On the ceiling, looking at the club members who were firing wildly, Zhang Tong's mental power was suppressed like a tide.

Psychic attack!

Ordinary people have no ability to resist Zhang Tong's mental attack, and their vision goes dark in an instant!

Seeing a large number of men in black staggering, and the firearms in their hands also stopping their firepower output due to the weakness of their bodies, Zhang Tong swung the three-dimensional hammer on his chest, and the three-dimensional hammer immediately exploded downwards.

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At the same time, Zhang Tong's figure also floated down from the ceiling. The powerful force of the soldiers showed a ferocious side against these community members who had lost the ability to resist.

Bang!

He kicked a club member in the chest with a powerful kick, causing the man to fly backwards like a ball and hit the wall hard, spitting out a burst of blood.

Fighting with fists and kicks, Zhang Tong punched a child in the face of these tall and powerful club members.

Compared with Zhang Tong's powerful strength, the three-dimensional coordinate hammer is even more brutal, basically it will kill him if he touches it!

A twenty-pound titanium alloy hammer always possesses huge kinetic energy, and even soldiers may not be able to carry it.

In less than a minute, all the club members who rushed over were easily dealt with by Zhang Tong.

Recalling the three-dimensional coordinate hammer on the ground, Zhang Tong walked towards the depths of the basement.

The basement of Yamada Ichiro's house is not big, and the overall structure is just a path leading to the dark side.

But even so, Zhang Tong still became more solemn as he walked.

It's so quiet and so safe.

I walked all the way and didn't seem to encounter any other obstacles. Everything seemed very wrong.

"Are there any other means?"

Unsure of Yamada Ichiro's arrangement, Zhang Tong could only be as prepared as possible.

Soon, Zhang Tong appeared at the door of an office.

This office is the end of the entire basement and the only way forward.

Looking at the closed door and blocked windows, Zhang Tong took a deep breath and used his mental strength to detect the structure of the door lock.

But just when Zhang Tong had just approached the door of the office, an indescribable feeling of fear enveloped him, making the hairs on his body stand up.

"There's danger!"

With an almost instinctive reaction, Zhang Tong began to retreat violently.

At the same time, the door of the office suddenly opened, and a flaming sword energy burst out like a crescent moon.

The sword energy was like a crescent rising into the sky, carrying a hot and bloody smell, and slashed towards him at an incredible speed.

That speed even exceeded the maximum movement speed that his body could burst out.

The fear of death overwhelmed Zhang Tong at this moment. Surrounded by fear, Zhang Tong's spirit was calm but active.

Mental power filled the space around him, and Zhang Tong could clearly see how the flame-like sword energy cut through the air and headed towards him.

Shrouded in the fear of death, Zhang Tong almost used all his strength to throw out the three-dimensional coordinate hammer in his hand.

Absorbing Zhang Tong's measured physical strength, the coordinate hammer was like a dark silver meteor, instantly colliding with the sword energy.

With a loud bang, the sword energy shattered under the terrifying force of the three-dimensional hammer, bursting out with fiery power.

Under that force, Zhang Tong flew backwards.

The door of the office also looked like it had been blown up by a grenade. The entire door was completely changed beyond recognition, and the floor was filled with smoke.

Ta-ta-ta!

Amidst crisp footsteps, Yamada Ichiro, wearing a samurai uniform and wooden geta, holding a samurai sword, walked out of the smoke.

The old but majestic Yamada Ichiro looked at Zhang Tong, who was fully armed and had no discernible appearance, and sneered:

"With this little ability, you dare to trespass into the Yamada family's territory."

"Do you really think that by becoming a transcendent, you can do whatever you want?"

"I'm telling you today, this world is the world of us upper class people. Even if the world is changing, we upper class people will still control the vast majority of resources."

"An ant like you, even if you get something by chance, is just a powerful ant."

Accompanied by Yamada Ichiro's old but majestic voice, red will-o'-the-wisps floated quickly not far away and converged on his katana.

Let his katana once again be enveloped in a layer of flame-like mist.
Chapter completed!