Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 316 - 283: Strictly Guarded, Never Giving Up

Chapter 316: Chapter 283: Strictly Guarded, Never Giving Up

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750,000.

900,000.

1,000,000.

Zhou Ping’an cast a cold glance at the small crocodile-mouthed recording device hanging on his collar and was pleasantly surprised to find that the number of concurrent viewers in the live broadcast room had already broken through the one million mark, with the number of likes also reaching as many as 750,000.

The Wish Power Threads within his Sea of Consciousness were also about to break through 80,000 and were still slowly rising.

"Very good."

Although it was quite a bit short of the 370,000 Power of Wishes.

But with the fan growth rate like this, if he did something significant again, it seemed like he wasn’t far off from reaching this number.

"Now, there shouldn’t be any foolish teams willing to step forward and court death, right?"

Song Qiaoqiao’s expression was very complex.

She swore that she didn’t want to follow behind Zhou Ping’an at all anymore.

She didn’t want to take risks at all.

Following behind, feeling bullets "whizzing" over her head was like dancing provocatively in front of King Yan, truly seeking death.

She touched her hair and found a small patch was missing from what used to be her thick, black hair.

The tips of her hair even had a faint burnt smell to them.

Obviously, at some point, they had been singed by passing flames.

The attack by the burly giant earlier was really too fierce, with indiscriminate shooting all around. To only lose a tiny bit of hair, Song Qiaoqiao felt her luck was actually quite good.

She turned her head to look at her older cousin.

She opened her mouth wanting to say something but felt a bit embarrassed to voice it.

Could it be as bad as saying she was too scared to intern and no longer wanted to take the risk of solving cases?

If she didn’t even dare to watch from behind, what was she capable of doing?

"That’s not necessarily true."

Zhou Ping’an could tell at a glance that this adventurous young girl was finally beginning to be afraid.

He thought that this lesson was truly valuable.

You say you’re an intern from the academy, clamoring every day to solve cases, to handle major cases.

Lacking a proper sense of reverence and enthusiastic about tasks that others avoided like the plague was certainly not a good mindset.

Who knows, you might trip up at any moment.

You wouldn’t even know how you died.

Understanding the value of life and being afraid of unexpected situations.

That’s growth.

Being young and following around like a foolish older sister, who would die if not you?

Zhou Ping’an looked ahead at the street and said slowly, "Some people’s thinking is completely abnormal and cannot be judged by the standards of normal people."

"It’s very likely that there are some ignorant fools who think that this is the perfect time."

This time, Roger also expressed agreement.

"Assassins are death-defying. The more ambitious the assassin, the more they believe that what others can’t do, they can. In their dictionary, there is no such word as ’knowing when to stop’."

Zhou Ping’an nodded, "Your use of idioms is indeed very good."

"Then, can you guess what kind of assassin team will make a move next?"

He found that although the physical prowess of this "Nightingale Think Tank," who had neither three taels of flesh nor a very nice nickname, was negligible, their extensive knowledge and judgment were actually quite insightful.

Roger scratched his head and pondered, then said confidently, "The next attack will definitely be assassination. Facts have proved that Officer Zhou’s frontal fighting ability is so strong that it drives people to despair.

Even assassin teams who hold themselves in high regard, upon seeing the outcomes of both ’Zijing Mercenary Team’ and ’Blood Axe Andrei’, would not act rashly and charge forward. That wouldn’t be assassination; that would be courting death."

"Therefore, either no one will dare to take aggressive action today for that billion bounty... or, they must find another method, to exert their efforts where Officer Zhou isn’t prepared."

"Makes sense."

Zhou Ping’an nodded.

He continued to move forward, maintaining his fishing operation.

The phone rang.

He answered it casually.

"Team Leader, Golden Bamboo Garden has withstood two waves of attacks, one group of eight and another of fifteen. The Third Group mobilized in full force and annihilated the culprits on the streets outside the residential area. Over."

That was Wu Shi’s voice.

"Continue to be vigilant and guard strictly,"

Zhou Ping’an said in a deep voice.

Even before he began his operation, he had anticipated such a scenario.

After incorporating the Tiger Talisman and the thirty-seven members of the Third Group and passing down the Gentle Water Eight Stances to assist them in their training with medicine, he had forcibly raised the strength of his subordinates by a notch.

Of course, it wasn’t for them to sit idly by with nothing to do.

This time, facing the incoming assassin teams was actually a drill.

The Third Group’s report card was quite impressive.

Of course, he couldn’t think of any reason for failure.

After the empowerment of the Tiger Talisman, the average power level of the members of the Third Group had roughly reached the Mastery of Muscles and Bones, forcibly enhancing their strength and speed, as well as significantly boosting their neural responses.

Compared to the combat strength of the Genetically Modified Warriors.

Individuals like Sun Yue, Lin Zhengyu, and Zhang Xilin, armed with sophisticated firearms and defense gear, had an overall battle strength that had nearly reached B level for all members.

As long as the command of the Tiger Talisman wasn’t revoked.

These people are like a bunch of little tigers.

Without the bombardment of planes and artillery, if such a team can’t even protect a single outpost and two targets,

then they simply have no reason to exist.

Nothing is absolute in everything.

Zhou Ping’an felt confident in his heart, but he couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be teams of A-class or above, such as "Blood Axe Andrei". Just two or three of them, and it would be very difficult to hold off.

But on the other hand,

how could such strong individuals, without truly seeing through his hand, ignore him, a "big fish" wandering out in the open, and instead covertly kidnap hostages?

Once they had this thought,

it was undoubtedly an admission that they weren’t his match.

For those experts, this was utterly intolerable.

Pedestrians gradually started to increase ahead.

Even after two battles, there were still some fearless men and women walking on the streets.

These people were either very slow to react,

or very insensitive to the dangers around them.

Or, they didn’t usually pay much attention to "National Tianyin".

Even if they did follow it, since they didn’t like the fighting and killing, the videos and live broadcasts recommended to them by the algorithms were unlikely to feature someone like Zhou Ping’an, the "case-solving broadcaster".

To put it plainly,

those who could find Zhou Ping’an’s live broadcast room were actually just a small portion of people with unique tastes.

For those who tense up at the sight of a car accident video and quickly swipe away, let alone bloodbaths, even a fistfight would make them swipe on.

The more dangerous the era, the more the public yearns for peace.

Most people are blindfolded, covering their ears, not looking, not listening, not hearing.

Therefore, they would never come across Zhou Ping’an’s live broadcast, nor would they know about the bloody battles that had occurred on Xingfu Street and Binjiang Road.

Nor would they know that Zhou Ping’an had successively slain two teams highly ranked on the Black List.

The unsuspecting pedestrians didn’t know,

but the interested parties did.

Not far ahead,

one man and one woman, a duo that typically worked in unison, had fallen into dispute.

"Magpie, perhaps we should retreat. I admit I was wrong. Zhou Ping’an might be hard to kill; he’s entirely different from our previous targets."

"But that’s a billion Skyhawk currency. It would be too difficult to find such a good opportunity again. We’re short on manpower and information. The easier tasks have all been snatched up by others."

The girl in a white dress, with a sweet face resembling a student, tilted her head, with an earphone in her left ear, murmuring some barely audible sounds.

It seemed like she was listening to music.

In fact, she was psyching herself up, making her decision.

"Although Andrei ranks nineteenth, one place above us, his style of attack is too crude and reckless. His failure doesn’t prove anything."

"You mean?"

Crow recalled the scenes he had watched in the live broadcast room and had to nod in agreement.

He was seated on the fifth floor of the Dingyuan Hotel, slowly cutting the charred steak, his gaze occasionally catching glimpses of the figure slowly approaching from the far end of the street.

The man was dressed in a thin summer Police Security uniform, with two golden pistols at his waist and a long knife handle peeking over his shoulder.

Walking in the middle of the street, he looked around as though he was surveying his surroundings.

A chill went through Crow’s heart.

The right hand that was cutting the steak, belonging to the Third Group, showed bulging veins.

Since entering this line of work three years ago, he hadn’t felt this kind of tension, which was now resurfacing in his heart.

"Magpie, after this job, we’ll have enough money to wash our hands of this business. Tell me your plan; if it’s feasible, we’ll take one last shot."

Killing Police Security or government officials exerted no psychological pressure on Crow.

Every time he struck, he would make a perfect plan.

Quick and clean, he escaped after the job was done.

Although he hadn’t acted often, he had quickly climbed the rankings.

Now ranked twentieth on the Black List.

As a person of Zhuxia, to achieve such results in the Dark Web, dominated mainly by Skyhawk and Northern Europe, was enough to prove his skill.

Just as he himself said,

he had killed five or six A-class experts.

There was no one he dared not kill.

However, the footage of the live broadcast and the ghostly movement technique displayed by the opponent made him feel somewhat uneasy.

He decided, if Magpie couldn’t come up with a good plan, they would better retreat than risk a confrontation this time.

Of course, if they could complete this bounty, his brother’s illness could be cured, and he wouldn’t have to struggle for the rest of his life.

Later on, he could find a scenic and tranquil small town, live a life like a king, which would be a thousand, a hundred times better than his current existence.

Of course, considering his own material desires, he could retire now.

But he had promised to provide Magpie with a princess-like lifestyle, and seeing the opportunity before him, he indeed couldn’t back down now.

"It’s actually quite simple..."

The voice of Magpie was somewhat elusive yet excited.

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