Ren Pingsheng stood in this huge warehouse, turning to look at the ordnance stacked around him.

56 punches, 81 assault rifles, and some rifles and submachine guns that Ren Pingsheng was not familiar with.

He knew the tank at the door, the turret with a round head and a round head, with a strong Soviet-style style, was a Type 59 tank of New China. He once watched previous military parades when he clocked in every day to learn about the powerful country, and he once saw this series of tanks.

"The local armament of these drug dealers, although the equipment is a little behind, but the firepower is really fierce! It's all here, so I have to bring some souvenirs back. ”

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ······"

In the warehouse, the camera in the corner suddenly exploded, and the lens inside fell and fell to the ground.

The next moment, the golden light of Ren Pingsheng's right hand flashed, and he pushed open a door in the warehouse, revealing the spacious transit space behind.

The next moment, this old and dilapidated warehouse suddenly became sci-fi, and countless dark green armory boxes flew up one after another, like butterflies wearing flowers, and quickly flew into the open space in the transit space in an orderly manner, stacked one by one, and stacked into a small mountain.

Under the handling of the power of thought, the efficiency is very, very high!

It was only seven or eight minutes, and the huge warehouse had already been emptied. All that's left is the three big guys at the door.

Ren Pingsheng tried to lift this guy with mental power, but the 36-ton tank didn't move there.

Even if Ren Pingsheng gave up the release of telekinesis and used all his strength on the tank, this guy was still lying there motionless.

"The power that my telekinesis can act on foreign objects, calculated by the goods I just moved, is about 6-7 tons, and it is still too reluctant to carry a steel giant like a tank!"

Ren Pingsheng already has a relatively clear understanding of the power that can be exerted simply by the power of mindfulness.

However, for the big guy of the tank, Ren Pingsheng does not intend to let it go.

Even if they are brought back to the Atlas and used as a learning tool for dismantling and researching, it is much better than them working for the drug cartel here!

"Someone's coming!"

Ren Pingsheng saw more than a dozen militants in green uniforms, carrying guns and running towards this side.

Obviously, the cameras that just exploded around still aroused the vigilance of the monitoring personnel.

These people have very dark skin, they have been wandering in the life of fighting and killing all the year round, all of them are full of flesh, they look fierce and vicious, the assault rifles in their hands are all put into the excited state, and the index finger is on the trigger, and when they arrive at the door of the warehouse, they are relieved to see that the lock on the door is still locked on it.

"Open!"

An officer-looking man in the back commanded.

Ren Pingsheng floated up slightly, stood on the turret of the tank, and looked down at the door slowly opening to both sides.

As soon as a dozen people in green uniforms entered, they saw three tanks at the door.

But he didn't see Ren Pingsheng standing on top of the turret.

However, when they saw the mountains of ordnance in the warehouse missing, they couldn't help but shiver all over their bodies, and suddenly got goosebumps, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"This ······ What's going on? ”

"Where's the gun? What about so many armory boxes? ”

Finally someone spoke, and the voice was full of incredulity.

The door was locked, the warehouse was intact, the soldiers of the guard tower were still standing there, and the soldiers in the monitoring room were often checking, and in a few minutes of losing sight, the guns in the huge warehouse disappeared silently!

How is that possible?

For a moment, they couldn't imagine how this scene in front of them had happened.

"I mean, how many of you can drive tanks?"

Just when several people were in an incredible mental state, a clear voice suddenly sounded above their heads, which immediately startled them, and the muzzle of the gun in their hands was raised at once, "Da ······" A burst of gunfire rang out.

Then they saw that the bullet had passed through the man's body without hindrance, and the man's body was like a rippling surface of the water, only a few ripples, but it was not affected by the bullet at all!

Ghosts?

Or a hologram?

These people were stunned.

Ren Pingsheng looked outside.

The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of outsiders, and the entire ordnance unit, nearly a hundred people, ran towards this side.

Ren Pingsheng's mind moved, and the warehouse door closed.

"Da!"

When Ren Pingsheng jumped off the tank, a nervous soldier pulled the trigger again, and the muzzle of the gun spewed flames.

The bullet, however, seemed to have fallen into a gel of resistance, slowing down visibly with the naked eye, leaving a clear bullet ripple in the air, and finally stopped in front of Ren Pingsheng, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched the bullet, walked in front of them, let go of his fingers, and the bullet fell and hit the concrete floor, making a crisp impact sound of "dang".

This voice also woke up these militants at once.

The bullets were all grabbed by the other party with their bare hands, so it can't be a hologram!

Ghosts

Fit?

"Put down your ridiculous resistance and tell me, which of you will drive these guys!"

Ren Pingsheng's voice was no longer clear, it seemed to carry the sound of a violent wind, and it blew coldly on their bodies, making them feel a chill coming, as if there was a gust of yin wind, blowing into the cracks of their bones, and the next moment it would turn into an ice blade in their bodies, piercing the internal organs of their bodies.

This is Ren Pingsheng who mobilized those blue and cyan points of light in the air. Although on the earth, the inertia of these points of light is very strong, but Ren Pingsheng's current strength, such a simple use, there is no problem.

Obviously, this terrifying feeling has made these militants intimidated.

"I will!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

All at once, five people raised their hands.

Ren Pingsheng nodded with satisfaction.

Then, the men floated up in horror and fell into the tank with its lid opening automatically.

By the time they started the tank, Ren Pingsheng had already closed the small door in the warehouse, stood at the gate of the warehouse, pushed the door open, and a huge warehouse space was displayed in front of the eyes of these militants!

They couldn't believe that outside the gate was obviously a large courtyard of the ordnance unit, why did it now turn into a vast, brightly lit warehouse when the door was opened!

Moreover, the whereabouts of the guns in the warehouse were also solved at this moment.

"Rumbling ······"

The sound of the engine sounded, and the militants in the tank felt the chill behind them, did not dare to delay, and drove the tank into the transit space.

The next moment, as the door of the transit space was closed, the five militants in the three tanks looked at each other, not knowing where they had come.

"A few ······ of you"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the remaining dozen or so militants who were trembling and thought for a moment.

And these militants tremble, waiting for the verdict.

"Forget it!"

What Ren Pingsheng considered in his heart was whether to throw these people to the other world to mine and build roads, or to just ga a thing.

Throw them into the other world to mine, cut out their tongues, and throw them directly into the ground, as a mining consumable, these people can't afford to make any waves.

In the end, Ren Pingsheng still opened the door of the warehouse and walked outside.

Just when these militants breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party had let them go, they suddenly found that their legs and feet were staggering towards the outside of the warehouse uncontrollably, and an absolute force controlled their legs, feet and arms!

They ran out of the warehouse in despair, saw dozens of comrades running towards this side, and then involuntarily picked up their guns and pulled the trigger fiercely!

"Dada·······"

The muzzle of the gun suddenly erupted with tongues of fire, blinding his teammates who were running towards him!

By the time they reacted and quickly picked up their rifles and shot in this direction, nearly half of them had already fallen!

The sound of fierce gunfights pierced the night sky, and countless citizens were awakened in their sleep.

They couldn't help but curse a few times, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, trying to fall back asleep.

Once the battle starts, there is no need for Ren Pingsheng to control it anymore. It is no longer possible for the militants on the opposite side to listen to the explanations of these dozen people, and in the face of the other party's bullets, these dozen or so people have to fight back if they want to live!

Ren Pingsheng, in their shootout, walked to a warehouse not far away. A large amount of ammunition is stored here.

Commonly used pistol rounds, rifle rounds, machine gun rounds, tank shells, and some RPG rockets.

Ren Pingsheng took all the ammunition as ordered, flew all these ammunition into his transit space, and stacked a hill again.

In order to prevent these munitions from exploding in his transit space, he isolated all the things in the space that might have fire points from these munitions.

At this time, the gunfire from the outside world had stopped, and the dozen or so militants under their control were beaten into a sieve.

The militants on the other side, because they were in the wide courtyard, were basically all wounded.

So, as several people suddenly raised their guns uncontrollably and began to shoot, the second wave of fire continued.

It wasn't until there were no more people in the entire ordnance unit who could breathe that the gunfire really stopped.

They are all armed and trained militants, and even if these people take their tongues to the otherworldly mining, there is a certain possibility of risk.

Simply wipe out the militants of these drug dealers, and save them from harming the world again.

By the way, Ren Pingsheng looked next door to this ordnance unit, and on the opposite side of the wall was a five-story tube building, where hundreds of people were shivering, obviously frightened by the sudden outbreak of gunfire here.

The incontinent men and women in the electric chairs, the people who are naked, the people who are constantly begging for mercy after being beaten, and the people who are whipped in the corridor outside are the people who are warned······ These people had gained a moment of peace because of the sudden gunfight here, and they did not dare to move at this time, and they were terrified, for fear that a little noise would disturb the wicked people who committed violence again.

Ren Pingsheng thought about it, took more than a dozen assault rifles, floated in the air, lined up, and pulled the trigger at the barrel building.

The bullet is like having an eye, no matter where those people of the wire fraud group are hiding, there will be a bullet that will hit them accurately!

It didn't take long for that building to become a bloody purgatory.

All the locked doors were secretly twisted by an invisible force, and the doors were opened.

Ren Pingsheng threw away the gun, rose to the sky, and returned to Zishi.

"Mom~ I saw Superman!"

A little boy lying on the window excitedly ran out of his bedroom and shouted at his mother, who was doing yoga.

"The gunfire has stopped, go to sleep!"

His mother apparently didn't believe it.

"I have proof, look!"

He pulled out his phone and opened the photo album to show his mother.

"That's it?"

In the album, a few photos were taken with a golden light.

Ren Pingsheng's Yang God body, even when it is manifested, cannot be photographed by the camera, and can only shine a blurry golden light.

Thinking about the scene of purgatory on earth in that small tube building.

Although he has gained extraordinary power, he is not omnipotent, and cannot redeem everything in this world. Such a long-distance flight, coupled with this action, has made him feel mentally exhausted, and the Jin Dan in the center of his eyebrows began to beat suddenly, giving him a warning.

I want to redeem the human tragedy here.

The first is to strengthen propaganda so that people can understand the truth about the sword.

The second is to strengthen supervision and supervision, and law enforcers will severely crack down on the criminal activities of fraudulent organizations. and strengthen international cooperation to jointly combat crime.

The third is information protection, which increases the protection of personal privacy and prevents information leakage from becoming a bargaining chip for fraudsters.

Fourth, the prevention mechanism, once fraudulent information is detected, a protective shield will be established immediately, and the evil path will be fused in a timely manner.

Fifth, social education, warning cases will be educated in various forms such as schools, families, news, and lectures······

While flying in the air, Ren Pingsheng remembered his old profession of writing small essays.

This world, after all, is not a world of individual heroism, and if you want to promote the implementation of such a thing, you need the all-round efforts of the international, national, social, family and individual in order to finally promote the matter to go deeper and more practical.

However, these problems left over from history, as well as the intricate relations between the world, have led to considerable difficulties.

"Perhaps, if you continue to cultivate, you will finally be able to really become a so-called 'god' one day, and maybe you will have the ability to change the world with your personal strength."

Ren Pingsheng thought silently in his heart.

But these were not his problems after all, and when he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the top of Zishi.

A stark contrast, as if two worlds were the same.

He landed quickly and burrowed into his own body, a warm and soft feeling filled his heart, and when the true qi ran to the upper dantian to know the sea, the large consumption of the yang god was gradually replenished.

Exhausted, Ren Pingsheng gradually fell asleep.

However, in the transit space, the 5 tank soldiers who had been forgotten by Ren Pingsheng stayed in the tank in great fear, did not dare to move, and spent the night in fear.

(End of chapter)