Chapter 31 Conspiracy
In a conference room, a dozen officials in leather clothes were watching video clips.

Killing, forcing.

Robbery, threats.

He even attacked in public without any scruples, showing the "miracle" of a warrior time and time again.

Everyone's faces turned increasingly grim.

boom!
When the film ended, one of them couldn't help it anymore, slammed the table and shouted:
"How outrageous! He is truly lawless! Does he really think this is ancient times? With his own military power, he can act recklessly and disregard the law?"

"Where are the police? If the police don't work, send the armed police. If the armed police don't work, send the special forces!"

"We can't let this kind of person continue to rule the world!"

The conference room was filled with this man's roar.

"Old Zhao, we have considered this, but this person is a warrior, and it is difficult to assess his destructive capabilities..."

Sun Feng said with a wry smile.

“What else is being assessed?”

Old Zhao raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice: "What kind of warrior is this? Can he fight through a hail of bullets?"

"No matter what kind of smiling devil he is, after a few rounds of bullets, he will go to see the real devil!"

"A few rounds of bullets may not be successful. Maybe we can't even scratch the person's skin..."

Sun Feng sighed, opened the file bag at hand, took out the documents inside, and explained them one by one.

"Zhou Yan must be killed if he deserves to be killed."

“First of all, not to mention his defensive ability, no matter what his methods are, he is just a carbon-based creature. Once he is hit by a bullet, he will die.

But the problem is his mobility.”

Sun Feng adjusted his glasses and saw that Lao Zhao and the others had calmed down a bit, so he continued:

"Zhou Yan, his origins are unknown, his identity is unknown, his nationality is unknown. His title in the martial arts world is 'Smiling Yama', because he always smiles when he kills, so the martial artists gave him this name."

“Beyond this, it’s blank.”

"Wait, unknown origin?"

A middle-aged woman said in astonishment:

"How can this be?"

As a country that attaches the most importance to identity information, China has been popularizing the policy of identity legalization, and few people are missing their identity information.

Not to mention that a person's nationality information cannot be found, and there is a so-called "blank" situation.

But now, it happened.

Unless this person named Zhou Yan is an alien, there is no way that there would be a complete blank and no evidence to prove it.

"That's a problem for other departments to consider. At least for now, we don't have the energy to take care of it..."

Sun Feng smiled helplessly.

Under their suppression, the martial arts world was relatively peaceful, but then the disaster star Zhou Yan showed up and muddied the waters.

Now most of their manpower is used to suppress warriors everywhere and eliminate those who show up to cause trouble, so there are really not many people left.

After sorting out his thoughts, Sun Feng continued:
"Let's not talk about defense. What we need to discuss is how to hit Zhou Yan."

"According to the video, his jumping ability is very strong, and the distance is at least more than ten meters. However, because it involves the martial artist's 'strength', it is impossible to determine whether this is his limit."

"The height is unknown, but researchers estimate it to be three meters, and it could be higher."

"It's fine in the plains, but once you get to a busy city or an urban area..."

Sun Feng didn't finish his words, but everyone knew what he meant.

The distance is ten meters, the height is three meters, and coupled with the generally high physical strength and endurance of warriors, even the top special forces soldiers cannot catch up.

“And then there’s the strength aspect.”

Sun Feng pulled up a surveillance video and said, "Regardless of whether he adds so-called strength or not, he can smash rocks and cut trees with just a flick of his finger.

If we have to engage in direct combat, we must consider the standards of bulletproof vests and it would be best if we could apply for stronger ones.”

"Finally, it's the most troublesome thing."

Sun Feng took a sip of tea and said:

"The practice of warriors seems to involve spiritual things. We have no way to confirm this, but from the news of Zhou Yan's recent actions, he can use some strange moves to influence other people's minds and form hallucinations."

"Therefore, it is impossible to determine whether it has the so-called precognitive ability or the perception of danger."

The conference room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was thinking.

The data that Sun Feng mentioned really broke their common sense. If this was the case, it would be impossible to deal with Zhou Yan.

Unless missiles are used.

But if this is the case, the international impact will be even greater, and the cost will totally outweigh the gains.

"Old Sun, since you have proposed it, it means that a corresponding plan has been developed."

After Lao Zhao calmed down, he said in a deep voice:

"what should we do?"

Everyone turned to look.

"Customized operations."

Sun Feng pushed up his glasses and sneered, "It's not just bullets that can cause harm. Anesthesia, poison, tear gas, sonic weapons, we have many ways, all we lack is a reason to trap him."

"How to say?"

Old Zhao said with interest.

"This Zhou Yan seems to be extremely fond of martial arts, the so-called 'one who seeks the truth', so we can find him a martial arts master and lay out an open plot."

"Based on their character, we don't need to set up an ambush. We can even attack them openly after they finish fighting!" Old Zhao's eyes gleamed:

"Who?"

"A fighting king!"

……

An inconspicuous courtyard.

There were more than a dozen armed soldiers guarding the gate, taking turns patrolling without any slackness.

The atmosphere inside was solemn. The patrolling soldiers would occasionally cast their eyes toward one of the wooden houses, as if they were looking through the obstacles at some ferocious beast.

crunch~
The door opened and a man came in, followed by three officers who looked like attendants.

"Commander Sun, the prisoner is in the main hall. There is nothing unusual at the moment. The handover is complete!"

One person from the patrol team walked out, stood at attention, and then made a report.

"Well, I see."

Sun Feng waved his hand and said, "Take me in. I want to talk to him."

"Sir, this man is very strong and knows Kung Fu. Several people can't hold him back. Do you really want to talk to him face to face?"

The squad leader, who was making a report, looked embarrassed.

"No, I wouldn't have come because this person is dangerous and we want to use him!"

Sun Feng sighed, took a step forward, pushed open the door of the inner room of the courtyard, and walked in.

What I saw was an old room.

There were no fancy decorations, or even any modern items. The most there was was a radio and a few stacks of newspapers.

There is nothing else.

Sun Feng turned his head and saw a man with messy hair and beard, shackles on his hands, and a big iron ball tied to the shackles, sleeping soundly on the wooden bed.

"Interesting, who are you, dare to come here?"

In the blink of an eye, the man changed his posture, lying on his side, looking at him with a strange expression.

"Master, he is indeed a master..."

Sun Feng felt a sinking feeling in his heart, but at the same time he heaved a sigh of relief, and then said:
"I am an officer from the Special Intelligence Bureau. I came to you today to make a deal with you!"

"Don't go, don't go!"

Upon hearing this, the man laughed a few times. His voice was as loud as thunder, echoing in the room and making Sun Feng's head hurt.
"You guys are just talking bullshit and can't say anything nice! Go away, I'm in a good mood today, get out of here!"

"If you ask me to be your bodyguard again, I will kill you, believe it or not."

The man sneered.

If he wanted to go out, how could these little kids outside trap him?

It's simply that there are no more masters in the world, and he is too lazy to move.

"I know you long for a master."

Sun Feng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I know a master who is very likely a martial arts master who is even stronger than you. Do you dare to go?"

Whoosh!
In just a blink of an eye, the chains shook violently, and in just an instant they were stretched straight and trembling.

The man's face was gloomy, and his voice was like beating a drum: "Do you know what you are talking about? If it's a lie, I will crush your head right now!"

"It's okay, I'm okay!"

Sun Feng first shouted loudly to stop the soldiers outside who wanted to rush in, and then turned to the man, or the fighting king named Baliming, and said:

"You are the king of fighting, your kung fu is unfathomable, but the world is no longer the same as before, and many masters have emerged in the martial arts world..."

"Tang Zichen of the Tang Sect is very young, less than 30 years old, but he has already achieved the success of the Dan. He is currently active in the overseas GOD and has even reached the realm of seeing the gods and being indestructible. He is ranked first in the world and no one can defeat him."

Sun Feng spoke like a string of cannonballs, fearing that Baliming would chop off his head if he was unhappy.

"Has the world's current situation changed so much?"

Baliming held his breath and said expressionlessly, "Tang Clan, Tang Zichen, judging by her name, she looks like a girl, but she was able to complete the elixir at the age of thirty. It seems that she is sincere in martial arts and is a good opponent."

"There is also GOD, the realm of seeing the indestructible God..."

Balimin was shocked.

Seeing an indestructible god is the highest realm of martial arts. There may only be one person once every hundreds of years. He has not yet achieved it, so it is an unattainable existence.

Now, has anyone succeeded in achieving this?
"That's right, that's interesting?"

Bali's eyes were as bright as fire, and he said slowly: "But these two people are not the ones you want to talk about, right?"

"I am very curious. You are not afraid of an overseas force, and a master who is active overseas, but you are so afraid of this person that you are willing to release me at any cost?"

"Yes, he is a master. His realm may not be as high as GOD's, but his uniqueness is far beyond that."

Sun Feng took a deep breath and said, “This person has a special spirit, can break people’s souls, and even swept through the Chinese martial arts world and robbed the inheritance.

Now, it is the realm of Gangjin!"

"Ok?"

Baliming's eyes were determined, and his expression finally calmed down completely, even his face looked a little peaceful.

But in fact, he was already excited inside, his whole body was itching, and he couldn't wait to have a fight right now to compare his martial arts skills!

"So, what do you need?"

Seeing this, Sun Feng made up his mind and said.

"medicine."

Balimin spoke again, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall and look at the enemy in the distance:

"I need to recover, and then..."

(End of this chapter)