Cleaning up heretics?" Lin Ze was slightly surprised.

Although there is no corresponding information in my mind, just listening to the word heresy, it is natural to understand that it refers to the group that opposes the sect, but all sects seem to like to engage in this set.

And according to this girl, there are people in the heretics who can use extraordinary abilities like the gods, but where do their abilities come from?

Could it be that it was also given by the gods?

Lin Ze had a lot of doubts in his heart, but it was not easy to ask in person, in case this kind of information was known to everyone, then it would be difficult for him to explain why he didn't know.

Seeing that Lin Ze fell into deep thought after listening to the conveyed matters, the clerk girl did not urge, just waited quietly on the side, her eyes glanced at his face from time to time, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

After a while, she woke up, and couldn't help but have a faint flush on her face, peeking at Lin Ze, and seeing that he didn't notice her actions, she was slightly relieved.

After a pause, she looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so she hesitated and whispered: "Actually, a task like this to clean up heretics, especially if it also involves the type of people with extraordinary abilities, generally does not allow fire-level gods to participate, otherwise the danger is too high, and casualties can easily occur, but Mr. Fu Mengjie, who is responsible for mobilizing manpower, insisted that you participate, so he arranged for you to participate." ”

Lin Ze frowned slightly: "Fu Mengjie, who is that?"

"Don't you know?" the clerk girl was stunned, "I thought you had offended him"

Halfway through speaking, she suddenly lost her words and quickly stopped.

Lin Ze pretended not to hear it, and smiled at her: "Do you have any photos of him here, can you show them to me?"

"Yes Yes Yes"

The clerk girl hesitated, and finally fell under the smile of the other party, and opened the folder in her hand with a slightly red cheek, "Except for the leader of the team, Deacon Fu Cheng and the two Yan-level members, all the members who participated in this operation, the list and information are here, well, this is Fu Mengjie." ”

As she spoke, the clerk girl turned the pages of the document to Lin Ze's side, and the latter saw that it was the young man who mocked him in the public hall yesterday.

Lin Ze was speechless for a while, this guy was too vindictive.

Seeing Lin Ze's expression in her eyes, the clerk girl knew that he had already thought about it, and said with a little worry: "You have to be careful, Fu Mengjie is the son of Deacon Fu Cheng, and his personality is also a bit If you have a holiday with him, it is best to reconcile quickly!"

"I see, thanks. Lin Ze smiled, "When will the mission start?"

"An hour later, we met in the lobby on the first floor of Building 8. ”

Lin Ze nodded lightly to show understanding, thanked the girl again, and then left.

Fu Mengjie's targeting was not taken to heart by him, and the other party was just a clown in his opinion.

Instead, he was more interested in heresy, especially their extraordinary abilities, and he just took this opportunity to see them.

After practicing in the public hall for a while, it was not until it was almost time to assemble that Lin Ze went to Hall No. 8, and when he walked into the hall, he found that there were already seven or eight people waiting inside.

A group of people gathered together to talk and laugh, and the one who was surrounded by the stars and the moon was Fu Mengjie.

Seeing Lin Ze coming in, a trace of pride flashed on Fu Mengjie's face, and he immediately changed his face, and shouted in a deep voice: "I knew that I was going to carry out the mission, why did I come so late?"

Lin Ze said disapprovingly: "Has the meeting time passed?"

Fu Mengjie's face sank: "Even if it hasn't passed"

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Lin Ze: "That's not it." ”

Fu Mengjie's words were suffocated, and an angry look immediately appeared on his face.

A thin man beside him observed his words, hurriedly stepped forward, pointed at Lin Ze and scolded angrily: "Just a fire-level divine disciple"

Halfway through the words, he saw Lin Ze's eyes swept coldly, and the cold meaning contained in it made his heart skip a beat, and a chill rushed up his spine, but the second half of the sentence could no longer be spoken.

The rest of the people were also stunned by Lin Ze's gaze, and when they came back to their senses, they found that a layer of fine sweat had appeared on their backs, and their hearts were suddenly shocked, with a look of surprise on their faces.

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

It wasn't until a few more people walked in that the silence was broken.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Mengjie's face suddenly became cloudy, and he glared at Lin Ze angrily, but he didn't dare to find fault again, and the people around him also looked at each other and kept silent.

The strange atmosphere surprised the rest of the group who arrived later.

When there were still a few minutes before the meeting time, there were no less than twenty people gathered in the hall, Lin Ze looked around and found that he was the only one present who was a fire-level god-disciple, and the rest were all fire-level god-level disciples.

Many people couldn't help but flash a look of surprise in their eyes when they saw the flame pattern on his chest, and only those who knew the inside story showed a playful gaze, and their eyes roamed back and forth between Fu Mengjie and him.

After a while, with the sound of low footsteps, three men walked slowly down the stairs on the right side of the hall, led by a middle-aged man with a somewhat similar face to Fu Mengjie, with a trace of majesty.

Seeing the arrival of Deacon Fu Cheng and the two Yan-level members, the people in the hall hurriedly straightened up and turned their eyes to the three of them.

"Is everyone here?"

Coming to stand still in front of everyone, Fu Cheng asked in a deep voice.

Fu Mengjie hurriedly responded: "It's already here, Deacon Fu!"

In this workplace, he, like everyone else, refers to his father by his position.

"Okay, let's go!"

Without saying much nonsense, Fu Cheng led everyone to the square outside, got into the prepared vehicle, drove away from the sect headquarters in turn, and drove towards the destination.

Because Fu Mengjie was in the way, Lin Ze was not informed of the specific destination of the trip, and the clerk girl who conveyed the matter only knew the general content of the task and could not tell it.

Fortunately, he didn't care.

Lin Ze was already quite familiar with the road conditions in Chihuo City, and halfway through the convoy, he judged that the destination should be the suburbs of the city in the north, where there are many factories.

As he expected, half an hour later, the convoy drove into a corner of the northern industrial zone and stopped in a remote place.

"Deacon Fu. ”

"I've been waiting. Fu Cheng nodded to them with a flat face, and then went straight to the point, "What about those heretics?"

"In the mechanical processing factory 500 meters away, in order to avoid startling the grass, we did not rush close, so we don't know the specific situation inside, but according to the information we investigated, the boss and employees in the factory, the number is about 40 people, and it is very likely that all the people are heretics. ”

"I see. Fu Cheng frowned slightly, and then stretched out, "After we go in, you immediately send people to surround the factory, don't let anyone escape!"

"Yes!" several police leaders immediately replied, but their hearts were relieved.

The city bureau is not comparable to the army, and it is okay to deal with the heretical organization composed of ordinary people on weekdays, but once it is against the heresy who has mastered extraordinary abilities, it will not be caught, and it is easy to suffer heavy casualties if it is not careful, so after discovering this group of heretics lurking in the factory, several people were frightened for a long time, until Fu Cheng arrived with people, and they were relieved.

The deacon has half a foot in the Fire Infant Sect, and only high-level disciples can serve as it, and the lowest strength is at the four-star level, although the few police leaders present are not very familiar with extraordinary abilities and the like, they also know that four-star level figures are already called strong, and it is very easy to deal with a group of heretics who can only hide like rats.

"Let's go, get ready for battle!"

Fu Cheng turned his head sideways and whispered a deep order to everyone, and then took the lead and ran briskly towards the machining plant five hundred meters away.

Fu Mengjie and the others hurriedly followed, and Lin Ze deliberately fell behind, intending to observe the battle between the sect and the heretics first.

Anyway, he is now a fire-level god disciple, and the person with the lowest strength in the entire team on the surface will not be criticized for such a move.

It's just that this timid move fell in the eyes of the thin man and others who were frightened by his gaze just now, and they couldn't help but wonder if they had hallucinated before.

The group of people walked quickly, and in less than a minute, they rushed to the vicinity of the machining plant, and two men wearing workers' uniforms who were sitting at the door smoking cigarettes saw a large group of people dressed in the Fire Infant Sect appear, and their faces immediately changed wildly, and they got up and tore their throats and shouted: "It's the people of the Fire Infant Sect!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them were shot in the throat by the rapid fire arrows, their eyes widened, and they fell to the ground whimpering, and lost their lives in an instant.

Dozens of meters away, Fu Cheng slowly withdrew his palm, kicked hard under his feet, and rushed into the factory gate like a whirlwind.

The moment the people in the factory heard the shouts coming from outside, they reacted quickly.

As soon as Fu Cheng stepped into the door, a burly middle-aged man jumped on the machine tool seven or eight meters away from the door, and with a flick of his arm, he heard a piercing scream in the air in an instant, and a vacuum slashing wave as sharp as a sharp blade formed out of thin air, like an arrow from the string whistling, and swept in front of Fu Cheng in a blink of an eye.

In the face of this sharp blow, Fu Cheng's face remained unchanged, and he didn't see how he moved, and the fire in front of him surged out, instantly condensing into a small staring crimson fire shield, blocking the path of the slashing wave.

The razor-sharp slash wave struck the fire shield, sending only a large number of sparks that dissipated and annihilated.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his eyes swept away, only to notice the four flames on Fu Cheng's chest, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Senior Disciple!"