Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 502: The Confession

"Release the box!" Zhao Yong shouted to the mercenaries behind him. Everyone was busy carrying the heavy wooden box on their bodies, shouting horns and walking out step by step.

"How about we leave this ghost place together?" Jerry stood at the door and shouted to Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong responded, "If anyone dares to shoot behind his back, I won't let him see the sun again!"

"Okay! I suggest we turn the exit so that we can ensure fairness." Jerry could see that the cave where Zhao Yong and the others came were easier to walk on. Now the old man Semir who was controlled by him was not obedient at all. Maybe he would lead us to death, so he simply pushed it to Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong immediately agreed. In his expectation, Wang Sen must have gone back along the way. According to his style of work, he probably buried mines on the road and waited for him to step on it.

Both sides had no objection and immediately changed direction. Jerry ordered ten soldiers to cut off the back with guns. Zhao Yong also arranged the same force. After both sides evacuated, they also slowly retreated until the last moment, staring at each other, hoping to kill them with their eyes.

What Zhao Yong was most worried about was that there was nothing he wanted in the box. After walking back to the cave, he immediately asked someone to escort the old man Seimir, pressed his pistol against his forehead and ordered him to work in front of him. He used the saber he carried with him to pry open the wooden box.

After opening the box and pushing the shavings on it, Zhao Yong's eyes immediately became as big as a cow. There was a round nuclear warhead lying inside, with a smooth appearance and looking like a piece of white and bright round wood, but the terrifying radioactive signs on it reminded him that this thing was extremely dangerous.

"Get out of here immediately!" Zhao Yong knew that his opponent, Jerry, would never let him go so easily. He immediately ordered the soldiers to carry the box and go out. At the same time, he ordered the two soldiers to set up thunders on the road behind him. If the enemy dared to chase him, let them taste the taste of grenades.

As expected by Zhao Yong, Jerry sent three soldiers to pursue the cave where Zhao Yong retreated, but they were all killed by grenades buried on the road they must pass. The huge explosion echoed in the cave, trembling with everyone's feet.

"This guy with a hook nose is really despicable." Zhao Yong sneered. He ordered the soldiers to retreat quickly. He stood in the tunnel with a bundle of explosives, holding a cigarette in his mouth. Due to insufficient oxygen, the cigarette flickered. Zhao Yong shook the lighter and shouted at the soldiers behind him, "Hurry up, I'm going to explode the mountain!"

When the soldiers heard this, they were all disorganized and ran wildly with wooden boxes. Zhao Yong pulled out a fluorescent stick from his waist and poked it twice. The fluorescent stick emitted a faint blue light, making his face look like a ghost, mixed with a slight smile.

"The following is the moment to witness the miracle." Zhao Yong took a sip of a cigarette and put the burning cigarette butt on the fuse of the explosive. With a gentle touch, the fuse was immediately ignited, making a sirens and burning, burning rapidly at a visible speed. He used all his strength to throw the explosive into the cave. The explosive hit the wall and bounced twice, rolling into the boundless darkness.

"Run!" This was the only thought in Zhao Yong's mind. He spread his legs and ran out of the cave like crazy. His head thumped against the hard wall with a bang, but he continued to run wildly without caring about the pain. The farther he ran, the better. The further he ran, the more hope he would survive.

"Boom!" The earth trembled ruthlessly, and violent shock waves whizzed out with the hot wind wrapped in the shop, passing by Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong felt that his whole body was almost pushed up by the strong wind. He used his last little strength to run forward, and the fire behind him was getting closer and closer.

"Jump!" Zhao Yong shouted loudly, grabbed the exit of the cave with both hands and jumped out, and a violent flame rushed out, swallowing him up.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and Zhao Yong's whole body was on fire. He stood up with great effort, slapped out the flames on his body, and walked towards the mercenaries in the distance step by step.

The mercenaries looked at him with dull eyes, not daring to move.

"Zhao Yong, you are reborn in the fire! Not bad!" Wang Sen slapped his hands and came to Zhao Yong, slapped the flames still burning on his shoulders for him, "Thank you for your hard work! This is the reward for you." As he said that, he stuffed a stack of dollars into his hand, turned around and shouted at the security guards behind him, "Brothers, receive the goods and leave!"

"You are too bullying!" Zhao Yong watched the nuclear warhead he risked his life to rob, and in a blink of an eye it became Wang Sen's bag. He rose from his heart and raised his hand to pull out the gun. Before he could pull out the gun, his head was aimed at several black muzzles.

"Don't move, just move and blow your head!" A soldier threatened with a stern voice. Zhao Yong sighed, "I don't accept you if you are the king!"

"You don't agree with me? What qualifications do you have to not agree with me?" Wang Sen spit out the toothpick in his mouth. He originally wanted to pretend that Xiao Ma Ge is a little fashionable value, but the soldiers despise him, so they simply spit out, "Where are you better than me in terms of conspiracy and mental skills?"

Wang Sen took a step forward, staring at Zhao Yong's charred face with his eyes tightly, "You can't compare to me in terms of shooting skills, and you are also a defeated general in the marching and formation. What else do you want to compete with? Brother, winning is winning, losing is losing, and no matter how hard the mouth is, you can't change the reality. Go home and take a shower and go to bed!"

Watching his labor results robbed by Wang Sen, Zhao Yong's heart skipped a beat. He was obviously going to kill Wang Sen just now, but he was willing to let him go now? He looked up at the scorching sunshine, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly took a few steps and stopped Wang Sen, "My surname is Wang, I admit defeat, I want to follow you!"

"Follow me? Give me a reason." Wang Sen snatched a soldier's wide-edged sunglasses and put them on. It felt pretty good, with a bit of the demeanor of a gang leader.

"Because you are crueler than me, darker than me, shameless than me." Zhao Yong said, and suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing, but Wang Sen did not blame him, but just smiled indifferently, "Boy, have you heard of the letter of fame? If you want to follow me, you have to trade the letter of fame first, otherwise how can I feel relieved?"

"This..." Zhao Yong was stunned. Wang Sen looked him up and down, smiled, and took out a check from his pocket. It was the "war compensation" that was "extorted" from Sander, and slapped it in Zhao Yong's hands. "Please buy a decent outfit, listen to my news for the time being, be careful in everything, I'll wait for you to make a contribution for me!"

All this came too quickly. When Wang Sen had already walked away, Zhao Yongcai woke up from his dreamlike thoughts. He unfolded the check in his hand and his eyes were so shocked that he suddenly widened his eyes! Ten million! USD! Wang Sen was so generous!
Chapter completed!