Chapter 71: Spear of God

North America, Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Located on the Pacific coast and at the foot of the Beverly Hills, this is a famous "city within a city" in Los Angeles, known as the most noble residential area in the world.

The reason it has this title is not just because of the expensive housing prices, but also because of many outrageous privileges, such as the elected mayor, police department, and fire department that belong exclusively to Beverly Hills...

Wilshire Boulevard, Santa Monica Boulevard, and Sunset Boulevard constitute the main thoroughfares of Beverly Hills.

Sunset Boulevard serves as the dividing line, splitting Beverly Hills into northern and southern parts.

The flat area in the south is mostly shopping centers and commercial streets, while the mountain area in the north is the gathering place for luxury mansions famous for their high prices.

Those who live here are either world-famous superstars, such as Hollywood stars, music giants, NBA stars, etc., or real rich people and tycoons, such as the owner of this luxury manor on the hillside.

On the surface, this person is a tycoon in the field of North American agriculture and machinery, possessing tens of billions of assets and countless industries.

But in the underground world, he has another extremely mysterious identity, which is the number three of the assassin organization, the Spear of God!

Looking down from above, the manor covers an area of at least over 5,000 square meters. The courtyard is covered with various exquisite green plants and rockeries, and the wide roads are enough to accommodate two large-displacement off-road vehicles side by side.

What's more outrageous is that from the hollowed-out iron gate of the manor to the castle-like villa in the center of the manor, there are bodyguards and manpower everywhere, either bright or dark, along the way. It is no exaggeration to say that there is one person every five steps and one sentry every ten steps.

By the azure swimming pool, seven beautiful white maids stood in a row, holding bath towels, red wine, wine glasses, and other items, just like in the movies, waiting quietly for the master's call.

Further away, two fully armed bodyguard teams were patrolling the manor.

There were also many drones rising above their heads, patrolling back and forth at low altitude above the entire manor.

And in the center of all this was a middle-aged white man dressed casually.

At this time, he was wearing sunglasses, his hair wet, sitting on a lounge chair, with a butler in a suit and leather shoes standing beside him, as well as two men in loose casual clothes.

The temperament of these two was different from other bodyguards. Although their bodies were equally strong, they gave people a harmless feeling, as if one would ignore them if they were not careful.

Without a doubt, they were the strange people responsible for protecting Number Three!

Just then, the phone next to him rang. The butler stepped forward to check, then connected the call and respectfully handed it to the man's ear.

"Evans, it's me, Luo En Keller."

"It's actually you!"

Evans frowned and whispered: "Didn't I tell you already? I have no interest in your experiments, you—"

The voice on the opposite side smiled: "Don't get excited. I'm not looking for you for sponsorship this time. No, to be precise, I'm not looking for you, Raul Evans, but... the Spear of God!"

"..."

Evans' pupils shrank, and he said expressionlessly: "The Spear of God is an assassin organization, right? If you want to find them, why don't you place an order on the dark web? What does it mean to call me?"

Luo En Keller smiled: "Evans, in front of me, you don't have to pretend to be like this!"

"Since I can make this call, I naturally received reliable news and intelligence..."

Evans' face sank, then he raised his head expressionlessly and made a throat-slitting gesture to the butler.

The butler nodded slightly, handed the phone to Evans, and turned to leave.

Evans took the phone and continued to listen in silence.

Keller on the opposite side smiled and said: "Although I don't know your position in the Spear of God, your shadow is indeed everywhere in the business in North America—of course, I'm not showing off my intelligence channels, nor do I want to threaten you. On the contrary, I have a commission I want to hand over to the Spear of God."

"This is a secret commission that cannot be placed on the dark web and must be directly contacted with the high-level of the Spear of God."

"Evans, for the sake of our friendship over the years, you should be able to help me bring this little thing, right?"

Evans was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Speak."

Luo En Keller on the opposite side shook his head: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that this matter is extremely important and relates to the future of Behemoth and even the entire strange person world, so..."

Keller didn't finish, but Evans already understood what he meant.

Evans said in a deep voice: "So, I just need to bring your words to the high-level of the Spear of God, and the rest is between you and the Spear of God, right?"

"That's right."

"Alright, within forty-eight hours, someone will contact you."

"Thank you very much!"

After hanging up the phone, Evans threw the phone aside expressionlessly, his fingers hanging on his knees, seemingly trembling slightly.

"It's just a phone call, is it necessary to be so afraid?"

A voice with a slight smile suddenly came from the side.

Evans was slightly startled, turned his head sharply, and saw a handsome Chinese young man sitting on another lounge chair, holding a glass of red wine, looking at him with interest.

... Since when?!

Evans looked astonished, then stood up abruptly and shouted for the two strange person bodyguards.

But unfortunately, the two had already fallen to the ground.

The one who made the move was a Chinese young man wrapped in airflow.

He easily dealt with the two, and while walking toward the handsome young man, he muttered in a low voice: "Is this a strange person? Doesn't seem as strong as in the comics..."

The young man, or rather Lin Yu, glanced at him and smiled lightly: "That's for sure. The body of a strange person is ultimately flesh and blood. Except for a very few top powerhouses, most of them are high-attack and low-defense."

"These two are quite average, they can't even block a few shots of large-caliber bullets, let alone your spells!"

Looking at the two uninvited guests talking in front of him, Evans' expression gradually became terrified, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.

Su Haoming walked to Lin Yu's side, looked at this trembling white man, and frowned: "With this kind of psychological quality, is he really a high-level member of the Spear of God? We haven't done anything yet, and he's already scared like this..."

"He naturally has to be afraid!"

A calm voice came from behind Evans.

Evans' body trembled, he turned his head stiffly, and then showed despair.

Following his gaze, he saw three Chinese young men walking from behind, followed by bodyguards lying on the ground, and the butler in a suit who had left just now.

Without a doubt, these three were Fan Xian, Yun Ye, and He Jingfeng.

After arriving by the pool, He Jingfeng glanced at the desperate Evans and said lightly: "As a substitute for Number Three, from the moment your identity was discovered by outsiders, you were already a dead man!"

"What?!"

Su Haoming and the three were all astonished.

Even Evans, who was full of despair, couldn't help but turn his head, looking at the butler in disbelief.

"You... you... you are..."

"Bang!"

The butler shot and killed Evans, then turned around, looked at He Jingfeng and said coldly: "Holy Wind, you dare to betray the organization?!"

Lin Yu looked at the two with interest and didn't care about the killed Evans. Although this guy was just a substitute, he didn't enjoy himself or do evil under the vest of Number Three, so it can be said that he deserved to die.

"Betray?" He Jingfeng sneered, "Who is betraying whom?"

"Think about it carefully. Over the years, how much contribution have I made to the organization, and how many hidden dangers have I solved for you?"

"And what about you? On the surface, you opened a channel and accepted me into the high-level, but secretly, you still regarded me as a consumable. Even in this face-to-face situation, your address to me is still Holy Wind, not Number Seven!"

Number Three said expressionlessly: "No matter how we treat you, that is an internal matter of the organization. But you not only leaked the organization's secrets to these outsiders, but also brought them to me. Do you know what this means?"

"It means that after today, the Spear of God will cease to exist..."

Su Haoming on the side spoke lazily, attracting everyone's attention.

Number Three turned his head and sneered: "Just relying on the few of you, you want to destroy the Spear of God?"

Number Three said expressionlessly, "No matter how we treat you, that is a matter internal to the organization. But you not only revealed the organization's secrets to these outsiders, you even brought them before me. Do you know what this means?"

Lin Yu laughed dumbly, turned his head and looked at He Jingfeng: "Finished catching up?"

He Jingfeng said calmly: "You worry too much, I didn't have anything to say to him in the first place."

"That's good."

Lin Yu grabbed with his hand, and Number Three's body flew up instantly, falling into his palm.

The next second, terrifying mental power poured into Number Three's mind.

Number Three showed a look of horror for the first time, but immediately after, this look of horror gradually disappeared, and finally completely turned into a calm face without ancient waves.

Lin Yu let go, Number Three stood aside consciously, and bowed respectfully to everyone:

"Seven Shadows of the Nether Pavilion, have met the True Monarchs!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 72 =====

For the first time, a look of terror appeared on Number Three's face, but immediately after, this expression of terror gradually faded, eventually turning completely into a calm, unruffled composure.

Lin Yu let go, and Number Three stood still at his side, bowing respectfully to everyone:

"The Seven Shadows of the Nether Pavilion pay our respects to the True Lords!"

(End of chapter)