Intrigues, power, strife......

As the sun slowly sets over the sea level, the New York underworld once again ushers in a restless night, and if you stand high in the sky, you will find that the hidden strongholds scattered all over the city are constantly coming and going, but some are intact and some are lying down.

As the conflict between the lords of Brooklyn continues to escalate, the entire Brooklyn borough has fallen into a bloody storm, and people with a little sense will choose to find a safe place to hide from the limelight.

Only the ambitious will choose to join one side and please their loyal lord by killing their enemies so that they can be rewarded handsomely after victory.

Of course, most of these people belong to out-and-out consumables and cannon fodder, on the one hand, to test the opponent's details, on the other hand, to weaken the opponent's strength, and simply cannot survive the cruel stage of mutual consumption.

Zhang Cheng, who had not left his residence for a long time, was standing on the roof of a twenty-five-story commercial building at this moment, condescendingly watching seven or eight black shadows in the distance attack a stronghold.

All of a sudden, the sound of gunshots, explosions, shouts, and screams was incessant, as if it were a war.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, and the well-prepared attack made it easy to kill all the resistants inside, dragging the corpses out one by one, throwing them into the pre-prepared trucks, and then marching away, leaving only large traces of blood and destruction that had not been cleaned up.

After a while, two trucks with the English letters of the Cypuse Cleaning Company stopped at the door, followed by four people who stepped out of the cars, rushed into the house and used superpowers to erase the blood stains and repair bullet holes with extremely skillful movements, and it took less than fifteen minutes to restore the house to its original state.

"Hehe, is it a war game? It seems to be quite interesting. Zhang Cheng said to himself with a smile.

"No, Your Excellency, this is far from being a war game, at best it is a test of each other. Before the Supreme Council officially declares the begin, no lord will act rashly, otherwise severe punishment awaits them. Polman, who was standing next to him, explained in a low voice, ruffling his wind-blown hair.

"Oh, what does a real war game look like?" asked Zhang Cheng with interest.

Polman subconsciously shuddered, and replied with a wry smile: "I'm very sorry, I have never participated in a war game, but I only heard that when the game starts, the council will let all the lords and their men enter another dimension, where a bloody battle will be launched, and only the victor will come out alive." The last war game was in Queens fifteen years ago, a total of twenty lords participated, counting the number of followers more than 3,000 people, but in the end less than a hundred came back alive, and the rest died. ”

Although there are not many descriptions and descriptions, Zhang Cheng can feel the tragic situation at that time just by a series of cold numbers.

Among other things, the death of more than 3,000 people alone is enough to prove that "war games" are not just a game, but a veritable war of superpowers.

Just as he was considering why the Supreme Council had chosen its successor in such a bloody way, two middle-aged white men in their forties suddenly pushed open the door of the rooftop and hurried over.

Among them, the man in a gray jacket with a thick beard came straight to the front, stroked his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, and said cautiously: "Mr. Wizard, the target has appeared, do you think you can pay us?"

"Oh, did it appear?" Zhang Cheng hurriedly raised the binoculars in his hand and looked at the back door of a four-story supermarket in the distance.

I saw a strong man with a gloomy expression come out of the corner at some point, pointing at the five young people, as if he was giving orders.

The strong man was none other than the werewolf leader he had been looking for for a long time, Salas.

"Polman, pay them. The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth curled slightly, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes.

"Here, you can open now!" Polman didn't say anything, and threw a small lockbox over.

After the two of them caught it, they immediately opened it and glanced at it, a surprise that could not be concealed appeared on their faces, they bent down and bowed again, turned around and disappeared into the safe passage.

Not long after they left, Zhang Cheng stood up and shook off the dust on his body, opened the flint staff wrapped in layers of linen cloth next to him, and at the same time tied the leather pouch full of potions to the belt, knowing that he was definitely ready for battle.

To be precise, from the moment the parchment scroll gave him the task, Salas was doomed to death.

Because whether it is to get a reward or to avenge the revenge that almost died at the hands of the other party, Zhang Cheng will find a way to kill this dangerous werewolf leader.

Today, through the bounty posted in the underworld, he finally tracked down the other party's hiding place, and the next thing to do is to rush in and kill.

Polman obviously knew this, and reminded with a serious expression, "Your Excellency, are you sure you want to be alone?

Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head: "No, you don't have to, I'm enough alone." This is my battle, and I don't need outsiders to interfere. Remember, your job is to wait here and clear the scene when I leave, understand?"

"Ming ......"

Before Polman could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped out of the protective fence and jumped straight from the height of the twenty-fifth floor.

Normally, the gravitational acceleration generated by this height is enough to make anyone fall into a meatloaf, even a werewolf with great muscular strength.

But just as he was about to make close contact with the hard ground, a strong air current emerged out of thin air, forcibly slowing down the descent, and even causing his body to float, gliding close to the ground at a very fast speed.

Through the dim light, Polman vaguely saw that an unidentified figure in the form of a dragon whirlwind held Zhang Cheng up.

Even though he didn't know the wind elemental of Azeroth, he knew that it must be some kind of supernatural creature, like dragons, giants, monsters, vampires......

With the summoned wind elemental, Vera, Zhang Cheng rushed to the back door of the supermarket in just a few seconds, and then threw out the long-prepared firestorm.

Next Second......

Rumble!

The scorching flames instantly engulfed the werewolves who didn't have time to react!

Without even seeing the assailant's appearance, they began to roll and flapp on the ground, trying to extinguish the ignited hair.