"What, is it weird?"
Trench Coat The man took off his bloody Trench Coat and threw it on the back of the chair:
"I was inspired by a chance while watching a TV show and came up with a plan, so I proposed it to my head."
" Lord Claude was full of praise for my plan, and immediately made the decision to start this arrest operation."
He sat with his legs crossed, a hint of pride in his tone:
"Although I am not the official commander of this operation, I can still be regarded as the brains behind the plan, and I know the entire layout well."
"So just keep your heart in mind, everything is going according to plan. Now we are just going out to Hunting a few unlucky guys to have a tooth-whacking ceremony. There is nothing that can be done to cause trouble."
"If you are interested, I will bring you some live Blood Food next time for a change."
After the fat man heard this, the fat on his face squeezed into a ball, and he laughed and said:
"With your words, I feel relieved. If I stay in this place where birds don't poop every day, the birds will disappear from my mouth."
"When the task is successfully completed tomorrow night, I invite you to go to the most expensive place Eastern Capital and order ten girls to have a good time for a few days."
"That's a good feeling."
Trench Coat The man followed and laughed twice.
He is Vice Leader, Night Owl of the Assassin organization "Black Shark" which is famous in the underground world.
The fat man opposite who is eating meat is one of the twelve Envoy from Utopia, codenamed Hai Zhu.
The origin of this person is unknown and his identity is extremely mysterious. Even if he is also a member of Utopia, his specific details cannot be understood.
But Twelve Envoy is the most favored confidant of That Lord, and his status in the organization is second only to a few top-level cadres with Super S-Class's strength.
Therefore, Night Owl, who always had his eyes high above his head, remained somewhat polite when facing him.
While the two were talking, Lama, who was sitting next to him and chanting sutras in a low voice, suddenly stopped what he was doing.
The human bone rosary suddenly collided and made a crisp "click" sound.
He raised his head, stared at Night Owl, and asked:
"Are we going to officially start taking action tomorrow night?"
As he spoke, his face with bruises and bruises looked a little gloomy under the light.
"That's right."
Night Owl nodded and put away his cynicism:
"Resort is ready, Chess Piece is in full Tribe position, just wait for us to arrange Formation, set up a deadly trap, and carry out the final blow."
Lama heard this, his eyes revealed a fierce light, and his originally gentle face became distorted:
"As long as I can successfully kill White Owl, I can do anything you want."
Night Owl grinned, reached out and patted his shoulder to express understanding:
"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely give you a chance to take revenge with your own hands when the time comes."
The Lama in front of me, whose face was almost disfigured, was the same Revered One Roger who broke into Lone Peak Temple with Hai Zhu.
That day, he encountered Fang Cheng who came to visit Zen Master Huiming. He was beaten with a heavy fist until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he finally ran away in embarrassment.
If he hadn't been practicing Esoteric Sect for many years, Dragon Elephant Prajna Art would have been beaten into a puddle of mud on the spot.
Afterwards, Roger hid in Spirit Spring Temple for many days to recover from his injuries, before barely regaining his ability to move.
He found out from the two disciples that the person who beat him was the mysterious young man he met at the Xu Sanduo Antique shop.
However, he did not clamor for revenge immediately.
Underworld Rules: The strong are respected.
If you are not as strong as others and you take the initiative to challenge someone, you will not only bring humiliation to yourself, but you may even be killed.
Until a few days ago, Hai Zhu suddenly came to his door and told him that the young man who committed murder in Lone Peak Temple was probably the murderer White Owl that Utopia had been tracking.
And Utopia has now drawn up a plan to launch a Heavenly Net-like arrest operation against White Owl.
Roger dared not face that evil god alone.
But since there is a big organization in front of him, he doesn't mind joining in, adding an assist, and avenging his past humiliation.
Listening to Night Owl's comforting words, Roger had no expression on his face, turned the rosary in his hand again, and replied in a deep voice:
"I'm just worried about that man's strength. With the skills of a few of us, we may not be able to suppress him."
As the only person present who has ever faced off against Fang Cheng, he knows better than anyone else the terrifying destructive power of his opponent's fists.
Night Owl opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but swallowed the words back.
His eyes flickered, and the scene he saw on the Eastern Suburbs road that night emerged in his mind unconsciously.
The man who blew up Ghost Sickle, with Flames burning all over his body, fell from the sky like Demon God.
Inside the room's The atmosphere suddenly became silent.
Only the flame of the kerosene lamp flickered.
Hai Zhu saw this and broke the silence with a chuckle:
"That White Owl is indeed very strong, but after all it is just a physical enhancer. Apart from being stronger and faster, there is nothing Anomaly unpredictable about Special Abilities."
"And this time we have gathered four S-Class Expert, one top powerhouse Super S-Class, and Master Claude personally sitting in the suppression formation."
"Four teams of fully armed Mercenarys were arranged on the periphery, including Heavy Firepowers. Is it possible that he can grow Three Heads and Six Armss and challenge us all on his own?"
Speaking of this, Hai Zhu's face flashed with fierceness:
"Xia Country There is an old saying, no matter how great Monkey King is, he can't fly out of the palm of Tathagata Buddha. Even if he White Owl puts on wings this time, he can't fly out of Golden City Resort."
Night Owl took a deep breath and echoed the words:
"That's right, no matter how powerful that Bai Xiao is, he can't compete with the power of our entire Utopia."
He deliberately raised his voice, as if to forcibly boost his courage.
Although Roger didn't speak, the frequency of collisions with Bone Beads in his hand obviously accelerated, which seemed particularly urgent in the quiet room.
Hai Zhu leaned his body against the back of the chair, and the wooden chair made an overwhelming squeaking sound:
"The most important thing is that Lord Claude allows us to use "Hell Gate" in this operation. By then the entire Golden City Resort will be completely sealed by the formation, and White Owl will have absolutely no way to escape."
"Hell Gate?"
Hearing this name, Roger's fingers fiddled with the rosary beads suddenly stopped, and his eyes trembled:
"Isn't this Yellow Sect Saint Relic that has been passed down for hundreds of years? How did it fall into your hands?"
Naraka means "hell" in Sanskrit.
It is rumored that all the components of this Esoteric Sect Sacred Object are polished and connected in series from the skulls of eminent monks from past dynasties.
Once activated, it can forcibly peel off the surrounding space and create a sealed place that isolates Real World.
Within the formation, the sinister wind corroded the bones and resentful spirits arose, as if the real Abyssal Hell had arrived.
Anyone trapped inside will eventually be refined and called Walking Corpse walking flesh, and not even a fly can fly out.
This kind of space is like Inner World that can be moved at will.
But Esoteric Sect has an exclusive name, called "Hell of Repeated Increase".
Hai Zhu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted his round belly:
"Don't forget what kind of organization we Utopia are. It's just a Esoteric Sect or Sacred Object. As long as we want it, there is a way to get it."
Roger felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.
He suddenly remembered that the reason why the two knew each other was because Hai Zhu had searched for the lost Ritual Tool in Tibet and found him as a guide along the way.
They broke into Lone Peak Temple together before, with the purpose of snatching a valuable Buddhist treasure.
Utopia collects these ancient relics with supernatural powers all over the world, and the conspiracy behind them is definitely not trivial.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore."
Night Owl stood up and stretched hard, and the bones in his body made several crisp sounds:
"Eat and drink enough, get some sleep first. Wake me up at four o'clock in the morning, and let's go and finish setting up the last few gates around Golden City Resort, and then we can watch the show tomorrow night."
He yawned, walked directly to a camp bed in the corner, lay down, and pulled a military green blanket to cover his head.
Arranging Hell Gate is an extremely tedious and huge project, which not only consumes the energy of the caster, but also requires accurate timing.
Only by taking advantage of the moment when Yin-Yang alternates before sunrise and allowing the formation gate to absorb the first ray of Sun essence can the coldness of Formation itself be neutralized.
When Hell Gate truly unfolds and Hell of Repeated Increase arrives, the spatial structure of Formation will become balanced and completely stable.
This will not allow Prey's unique counterattack before death to easily destroy Barrier.
"Alas..."
Hai Zhu shook his head, feeling quite helpless towards this willful guy Night Owl.
Since the death of Ghost Sickle, the entire leadership of Black Shark Organization has seemed very unreliable.
I don't know where White Ghost has gone. It seems that only the real leader can suppress this unruly Vampire.
He looked away, reached out and grabbed the remaining piece of cold pork from the plate, and continued to bite into it.
Roger closed his eyes, fiddled with the human bone rosary beads in his hand again, and silently recited the scriptures.
Not long after, Night Owl's dull snoring sound came from the corner.
The snoring was getting louder and louder, making people distracted.
Neither of the two people who were awake spoke, each was immersed in their own thoughts.
On the wooden table, the Glass kerosene lamp with a blackened hood occasionally burst out a spark.
The shadows of the two people were stretched and shortened, shaking like Ghostly Shadow on the wall.
The late night mountain wind became colder and colder, making the roof tarpaulins rustle.
This hut hidden deep in Dense Forest is quietly dormant in the mist, brewing a silent murderous intention.
Golden City Resort In the early morning, the sky is white and the air is slightly cool.
A few wisps of mist swam slowly against the Artificial Lake surface, and occasionally a crisp bird call came from the distant forest.
On the plastic track around the lake, there are already tourists doing morning exercises in twos and threes.
Several old men wearing loose practice clothes were slowly pushing Tai Chi on the lawn.
From time to time, young men and women wearing Earpiece ran past at a constant speed, and the soles of their shoes made a regular "chuck" sound when they stepped on the plastic surface.
Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei were also among the morning exercise crowd, jogging along the lake.
The two tall and slender figures are full of energy and look particularly eye-catching.
Fang Cheng ran on the outside, deliberately suppressing the pace and maintaining a speed that was not much faster than ordinary people.
Zhou Xiumei behind him was always about two steps away from him.
"Adjust your breathing and don't lose your rhythm."
Fang Cheng turned his head, looked at the girl Aura behind him who was getting thicker and thicker, and spoke out encouragement:
"Try to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Take two steps and exhale, two steps and inhale."
"Follow my lead, hold on, we'll be there soon!"
Zhou Xiumei wears a high ponytail and a light Gray sports suit.
She bit her lip, nodded, and tried to adjust her pace to the rhythm of Fang Cheng.
After six laps, we finally reached the goal.
The two stopped in front of a row of wooden benches by the lake.
On the chair is a sports backpack left behind.
Zhou Xiumei stopped, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.
Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and a few strands of hair on her temples were wet and clinging to her cheeks.
After strenuous exercise, the fair skin shimmers with crystal luster, looking white and rosy, and is really delicate.
Fang Cheng stood nearby without even a drop of sweat.
For his current Physical Quality, this amount of exercise is not even a warm-up, and is almost the same as taking a walk after a meal.
He quietly felt the changes in his body.
Because it runs too slowly, no Prompt Information increased by Experience Points pops up on Panel.
In the past, he would never have wasted his time on such a pointless jog.
But looking at the panting girl in front of him now, he felt very at ease.
Compared to practicing hard alone, this kind of companionship gave him a different motivation on the boring road to becoming stronger.
Fang Cheng unzipped the sports bag and took out a bottle of Mineral Water.
He loosened the cap of the bottle and handed it over:
"Give."
Zhou Xiumei took it immediately. She was really thirsty, so she raised her neck and drank it.
However, the water flow was too fast and he choked into his trachea.
"Cough... cough!"
Zhou Xiumei's face turned red, he suddenly bent over and coughed repeatedly.
Fang Cheng Seeing this, he immediately raised his hand and patted her twice on the back.
The palms of his hands vaguely touched the sweaty skin through the thin sportswear.
"I just finished a run and my heart rate hasn't dropped yet. Don't drink so much."
Fang Cheng took back his hand and explained in a calm tone:
"A large amount of water entering the stomach can easily cause cramps and increase the burden on the heart. You can hold it in your mouth for a second before swallowing it. It is best to drink it in several doses."
Zhou Xiumei coughed until a little tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, nodded obediently, and took the water bottle away from his mouth.
After he regained his breath, he took a tentative sip of water.
Seeing her sweaty face, Fang Cheng immediately took out a pack of tissues, took one, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her cheeks and the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Zhou Xiumei's body trembled slightly, his cheeks instantly became more rosy, and even the tips of his ears turned pink.
Fang Cheng, like a normal person, naturally crumpled the wet tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to it.
Then he turned around and took out another bottle of Mineral Water from his bag, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
"Gudong, Gudong..."
The clear plastic water bottle quickly dented inward.
In just two seconds, a whole bottle of water was poured down his throat like a whale sucking water, and not a drop of water was left.
Zhou Xiumei just took a sip of water and looked at his fierce drinking attitude, and almost choked again.
Who just said it so eloquently that you can't just drink a lot of water to popularize science?