pjbooks Chapter 236 Thor Enters the Game!
Chapter 236 Thor Enters the Game!
Chen Yifan's figure suddenly blurred before Zhao Hu and Lin Xiaoyu's eyes.
He blended into the shadows deep within the ruins.
Without saying anything more, he left only a hidden silhouette.
And a playful remark: "I'll go help Brother Thor."
Zhao Hu looked at the spot where Chen Yifan had disappeared.
His lips opened and closed, but in the end he only let out a long sigh.
My emotions are complicated.
On the one hand, Chen Yifan's every step exceeded his expectations.
This person's thoughts were so deep that they frightened him.
On the other hand, he felt a sense of peace he had never felt before.
As long as Chen Yifan is there, even in dire straits, he can always find, or even create, a glimmer of hope.
Lin Xiaoyu simply stared silently at the emptiness.
In the depths of her gaze, trust and reliance quietly surfaced, impossible to conceal.
Chen Yifan moved through the shadows.
This war-torn city, with its countless collapsed buildings, piles of rubble, and underground pipe networks that never see the light of day, provides it with the best cover.
Under the talent of "All Thoughts Return to Shadow," he is the shadow, and the shadow is him.
He moved swiftly through the city's veins like an invisible ghost.
Everything around him was clearly reflected in his perception.
His first target was Wang Fugui.
That honest and straightforward brother is probably still somewhere carrying out his "undercover mission" at this moment.
Although Chen Yifan used Zhao Hu, his trust in Wang Fugui was genuine.
Wang Fugui's simplicity and loyalty are especially precious in a world full of deceit and treachery.
Less than fifteen minutes.
Chen Yifan's sensory network detected a familiar aura.
It was a relatively intact entrance to an underground parking garage.
Inside, there was a faint fragrance of earth and plants.
Wang Fugui's specially made stealth potion not only conceals his presence but also possesses a unique aura.
In Chen Yifan's perception, it was unusually obvious.
He sneaked in silently.
Deep inside the garage.
A figure, almost blending into the background, is lying behind a pile of discarded tires.
He observed the outside world through a narrow, homemade slit.
It was Wang Fugui.
His camouflage uniform was covered in mud and dust.
His face was also smeared with charcoal black.
Only a pair of wary, slightly anxious eyes were visible.
"Wealth and prosperity."
A voice rang in his ears.
Wang Fugui's body suddenly stiffened.
I almost instinctively threw a punch.
But he stopped in time.
The voice was so familiar that it gave him a jolt.
He turned around abruptly, but only saw a blurry black shadow.
The shadow solidified in the air.
Chen Yifan's face appeared before his eyes.
"Fanzi!" Wang Fugui exclaimed in surprise, almost crying out.
He quickly covered his mouth and lowered his voice.
"When did you get here? How come you didn't make a sound?"
Chen Yifan patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.
He took out a palm-sized communicator and handed it to Wang Fugui.
"Take this," Chen Yifan said calmly.
"Go find Xiaoyu and protect her."
Wang Fugui took the communicator and nodded somewhat bewildered.
He understood that Chen Yifan was worried about Zhao Hu.
This is not difficult to understand.
He and Zhao Hu were only allies for a time.
It's nowhere near as deep as the childhood friendship between him and Chen Yifan.
"Fanzi, what are you going to do now?" Wang Fugui asked worriedly.
He knew that Chen Yifan's "silent" actions always carried enormous risks.
Chen Yifan chuckled.
The smile appeared somewhat enigmatic in the dim light.
"Go do something... to make the situation even more chaotic."
He pointed outside, lowering his voice even further.
"You saw that South American team outside, right? How's their strength?"
Wang Fugui frowned, recalling carefully.
"They are very strong. Their equipment is also excellent."
"However, compared to a monster like Thor... he's nowhere near as good."
"I just observed that their leader is only a professional around level 70, and he has a few level 60 subordinates."
"But their overall teamwork was still a bit raw compared to Thor's team."
Chen Yifan's eyes flickered slightly.
Wang Fugui's keen observation skills always provide accurate intelligence at crucial moments.
This was indeed in line with his prediction.
"Very good." Chen Yifan patted Wang Fugui on the shoulder with satisfaction.
"Remember, after finding Xiaoyu, take them away."
"Then protect her every step of the way. No matter what happens, don't expose yourself easily."
Wang Fugui nodded vigorously, his gaze resolute.
This was the task Chen Fanzi had given him.
Even if it costs him his life, he will never let him down.
Chen Yifan said no more.
His figure blurred again, disappearing into the deeper shadows.
He knew that the next step would be the most crucial one in the entire plan.
He needed to observe Thor up close, as well as the two magic swords in his hands.
Especially the knife that he personally "gifted" him, which he had tampered with.
Infiltrate the bank's headquarters.
For Chen Yifan, who possesses the talent of "Returning Myriad Thoughts to Shadows," this is not a difficult task.
As long as there is a shadow, he can become invisible and penetrate all obstacles.
He went to a corner of the hall.
Hidden silently in the shadow of a leaning pillar.
At this moment, Thor had already led his elite squad.
They clashed with the South American branch's team amidst the ruins surrounding the bank.
The fighting intensified even more than before.
Thor's lightning powers do indeed possess terrifying destructive force.
He led by example.
Each swing of the warhammer summons several thick bolts of lightning.
They chopped the South American professionals charging ahead into charred remains.
This time, he did not use his own warhammer.
The demonic blade in his hand emitted a chilling, blood-red light.
Each strike was accompanied by a mournful, ghostly wail.
It has a psychological impact on the enemy.
However, Chen Yifan also noticed.
Thor's movements seemed a little stiffer than before.
Occasionally, a hint of struggle would flash in his eyes.
It felt as if something was stirring within him.
They were trying to tear his will apart.
This is the side effect of the Demon Blade.
The South American team was slightly weaker.
But their advantage lies in their large numbers and excellent teamwork.
They are well-trained.
By advancing layer by layer and utilizing the ruined terrain, Thor's energy is gradually depleted.
Their leader was a tall, dark-skinned man.
He held a huge alloy spear in his hand.
Each thrust carries the power to tear through the air.
It hits Thor where it hurts.
"Fanzi, I've seen the battle situation outside."
Wang Fugui's slightly hurried voice came through the communicator.
He has successfully reunited with Lin Xiaoyu.
And through her, they could keep track of battlefield information in real time.
"Thor is indeed very strong, but there are also quite a few people from South America."
"They've tied up Thor's main force."
"However, if Thor wins by continuing like this, he will definitely pay a heavy price."
Chen Yifan closed his eyes.
Visualize the entire battlefield in your mind.
He can "see" the energy fluctuations of every professional.
You can also "hear" the trajectory of each skill release.
As Wang Fugui had predicted, the battle had indeed reached a stalemate.
Thor is strong, but not invincible.
A prolonged war of attrition would be far from a good thing for him.
What Chen Yifan wanted was not a lose-lose situation.
Instead, one of them completely lost control.
"Not enough," Chen Yifan murmured to himself.
He needs a more powerful trigger point.
He needed to make this demonic blade completely out of control.
He needs to make Thor his greatest enemy.
He knew that such an explosion would inevitably bring about unpredictable chaos.
That's why he let the fat man take Lin Xiaoyu away.
He opened his eyes.
His gaze pierced through the wall and landed on the distant battlefield.
That berserk figure wielding a demonic blade.
It's time.
He stretched out one hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.
An invisible spiritual force precisely touched the core of the demonic blade.
The next second, that deep resentment, that most primal curse.
It has been activated.