In the gym of the manor, Wu Heng packed up everything, took a shower, and came here to familiarize himself with his body.
Bang, a punch.
1,686 pounds!
Wu Heng punched the punch strength tester with a little force and looked at the number displayed on it.
It has indeed exceeded the limits of the human body.
If this kind of punching power hits an ordinary person, it will basically send people flying and break their skulls.
The human body muscle utilization rate of ordinary people is basically around 20% to 30%.
After professional training, it will only be more than 40%. Any more will damage the human body.
If an ordinary person could use 100% of their muscles to deliver a blow, they could even hit a tonnage-level blow.
Of course, the result was that after one punch, his own bones were shattered and his internal organs were shattered.
But Wu Heng is different,
He has tested his physical strength, which is more than twice the limit of the human body.
And because the core is the heart,
Therefore, he can also break the safety restrictions of the brain on the muscles, deliver a self-destructive extreme blow like the Seven Injury Fist, and recover with blood afterwards.
The phone beeped and Wu Heng picked it up to check.
Inside are text messages one after another. The senders are Detective 1 and Detective 2, all the way up to the 20th.
Each group of two people is divided into 10 groups, responsible for treating Christine's family of three living in Brooklyn, and Frank from India. 24-hour behavioral information reporting.
The message mentioned that Christine's father was listing his current property for sale.
Frank had withdrawn a sum of Moroccan francs worth £10,000 from the bank an hour earlier.
Wu Heng then turned over the information on the table. According to the information provided by the police station, among the four properties owned by Christine's family, only the wooden house in Hatton District best matched the house in the plot.
It's almost time to start, it's time to find Christine, and we have to run away quickly.
At any moment the Ice Hell Monk may realize that his soul has escaped Hell.
It's good to be a curse disciple, but just like a mortal escaping from prison, if you are caught, you really can't even save your soul.
With Wu Heng's current methods, if he is discovered, he will definitely be caught and sent to hell again.
Even the soul will be tortured and twisted, and there is no possibility of escaping again.
He opened the trap set up in the wooden house.
He handed over the five black bastards who were tied up in the next room and smashed the back cover of his car to the police station, and then turned around and left the manor.
These gangsters were also his back-ups to prevent the collected old blood from being used, but unfortunately they were not used.
The Ice Monk's intermediary is just an ordinary person obsessed with hell.
When the other party comes to the cabin to collect the ice crystal ball, I believe that the fully automatic machine gun and high-explosive mines will give the other party a surprise.
Monks generally ignore ordinary people who have no soul value, so there is no need to worry too much about the safety of the servants in the manor.
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Frank, who is far away in Africa, is sitting in a tea room in Morocco at this time. The hot environment makes him sweat profusely in a white vest.
As a playboy who loves pleasure, he has long been tired of worldly pleasures and has begun to pursue more exciting experiences.
Frank tossed a wad of bills onto the round red wooden table.
Sitting across the table was an old man sewing a blue shirt. He asked slowly: "What do you want?"
"Box."
The old man reached out to take the banknote and placed a cube box covered with golden patterns and with a golden circle in the center of each side on the table.
"Take it, it's yours."
Frank picked up the box and turned around to leave.
The old man in blue sat there blankly, staring at Frank's back, and said strangely: "It will always belong to you."
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"The contract is signed, and this is the transaction fee."
"No problem sir, this store belongs to you from now on. I wish you a prosperous business."
At the "Fat Cat" pet store in Hatton District, Wu Heng signed a contract and watched the old man, the original owner, walk out of the store.
This pet store is the store where Christine will find a job in a few days.
Wu Heng flipped through the messages on his phone. Frank had already boarded the return plane and was expected to arrive here tomorrow morning.
Wu Heng fed all the cats, dogs and birds in the pet store and made sure they were full.
I took my camera with me, closed the door of the pet shop, and followed the map prompts to walk west along First Avenue.
The Hatton area is not big, and after walking for about 20 minutes, I found what I was looking for.
A European-style wooden bungalow stands on the green lawn.
The white wall paint and blue tiles are the home of "Channard", a doctor at the local Haddon Psychiatric Hospital.
Although it was daytime, there were not many people on the road. Channard was working in the hospital at this time, which was a good opportunity to sneak in.
Make sure you find the right place.
Wu Heng jumped suddenly, grabbed the edge of the 2.5-meter-high sloping eaves, used his hands hard, and got into the house through the attic window on the second floor along the eaves.
Channard's living room is filled with models of various human anatomy.
He followed the living room to the bedroom and searched in the bedroom, but found nothing. Wu Heng returned to the living room again and found another room on the right side of the living room.
He twisted the door handle and pushed hard, but the door was locked.
Wu Heng remembered the key he had just seen in the drawer in the bedroom, so he turned back to the bedroom to get the key and returned again.
After some probing, click, the door was opened.
The walls of the room are covered with various diagrams of dialysis of bones and disassembly diagrams of mourning boxes.
On the mahogany table in front of the bookshelf, there are five glass covers, each with an imitation cube puzzle box inside.
Wu Heng couldn't help but lament Channard's death-seeking behavior.
You said you were not good at imitating any type of puzzle box, but you chose this exclusive model with the nail head of the High Priest of Hell.
There is obviously a low difficulty, but I started directly to the highest difficulty.
The reason why Wu Heng chose the Ice Crystal Fan Box was because the Ice Monk was not too strong among the monks.
Ignoring the imitation mystery box on the table, Wu Heng began to search for the main target of this infiltration.
There is a green folder on the table.
Wu Heng opened it and checked.
The first page of the folder is a black and white photo of a monk from hell. This monk has a sack over his head, and two awl nails are driven into his eye sockets from the outside of the sack.
There is also a sticker in the lower left corner of the document, with densely packed small characters recording information related to Levitra Hell.
Wu Heng picked up the camera and looked through it while taking pictures. This information was very important for future plans.
I quickly found what I was looking for.
This is a black and white half-side profile photo of a young man in military uniform.
The following sticker information is marked:
Eliot Spencer graduated from a public school. Due to family reasons, he directly joined the British Expeditionary Force during World War I and became an officer.
The cruelty of the Battle of Bashedale made him lose his faith in humanity and God. Burying past trauma with pleasure and enjoyment, he discovered the Mourning Box in British India in 1921 and has since lost track of it.
Wu Heng looked at the photos carefully, but he didn't expect that the high priest Nail Head was quite handsome when he was young.
Take out your camera, focus on the photo, and make sure you take a clear photo before you feel relieved.
In the second plot, this photo can awaken Nailhead's humanity and is a talisman in the face of it.
Wu Heng then finished shooting all the remaining information, closed the folder, and restored everything in the room to its original position.
After observing that there were no passers-by outside, he climbed out of the window again and returned to the pet store.
Wu Heng began to look through the filming materials. He did not bring back the green folder because he did not want to interfere with the plot of the second part.
When the exploration degree is 30%,
Wu Heng received a ticket to the plot world.
Although he doesn't know what the purpose is yet, he speculates that it may have something to do with entering the world again.
However, this exploration degree is really not good, although Wu Heng looked like he got 35% easily.
But in fact, he died once, went to hell to check in, and completed two plot tasks to get it.
There is a reward for 30% exploration level. I don't know how much exploration level can be achieved by completing all plot tasks and whether there is any reward.
Now that he has Spencer's photo as a trump card, the next step is to wait for Frank's return.
Wu Heng came to the door of the pet shop and looked up at the sky.
The evening clouds burned from the west to the east, and were as red as if the sky was on fire, like burning hope.
He seemed to have seen Frank flying in from the west.
I am traveling through the clouds, rushing towards hell non-stop.