"Huchi...huchi..."
The sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the tentacled darkness, and only the beast-like golden eyes shimmered.
He ran fast through the night streets, like a hound with its tongue hanging out, wondering whether he was chasing prey or being chased by a hunter. In a flash, he rushed into a dark Internet cafe with its signboard still on display.
The reason why it is called a black Internet cafe is not because the location is secluded and remote enough, but because the owner does not ask visitors to provide identity information. When the police occasionally come to inspect, they will tip off minors and let them slip away along the remote paths.
Ranking ninety-seven on the list of bounty hunters, Menis has participated in many explorations of ancient civilization ruins, resold precious cultural relics, and even joined a mercenary army to participate in the Middle East campaign. Menis, codenamed "Pharaoh's Snake", never expected that, One day he would end up squatting in a small dark Internet cafe, evading pursuit in a panic.
The man was wearing long black clothes and trousers, with short brown hair that covered a hideous scar extending from his forehead to his brow bone. He had a broad and resolute face, protruding cheekbones, slightly dark skin, and his face in his early thirties had some vicissitudes of life. feel.
He is not tall, but he has explosive power hidden when he bends down and walks. It is obvious that every bone and muscle of his body has been carefully polished through long-term training.
Due to his self-discipline in life, efficient actions, quick thinking, and dragon blood in his body, Menis has always considered himself to be the first-class bounty hunter, as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a tiger.
But in front of that group of unknown sword-wielding men in black with terrifying golden eyes, he, who was sensitive to danger, only felt terror.
They are like cold-blooded machines that wipe out the emotions of weakness, fear, and shrinkage in human nature. They only know how to draw the sword, draw the sword, and draw the sword again.
When Menis saw the bounty hunter who was also a mixed race on the same flight as him being chopped alive by an orthodox sword holder, he was shocked to realize that this piece of meat that the wolves regarded as being pressed on the chopping block could not move. The meat was actually a ferocious beast with a huge mouth. They waited for the group of people to fall into the trap and then ate it to their heart's content.
And he finally understood that the "Prince" who could make the number one in the bounty hunter network stir up troubles and disappear for ten years after leading the terrorist incident, and therefore made countless enemies, was willing to risk his identity. The risk of being hunted down due to information leakage, and the value of the posts you publish. @*~~
The night is getting darker, there are fewer people walking on the streets, and many shops close early.
In fact, this also reduces a lot of resistance for the orthodox pursuit of bounty hunters who invade the city and guys who spy on intelligence.
Menis's decision to enter the Internet cafe was undoubtedly a well-thought-out decision. At night, there were only a lot of people left in Internet cafes, KTVs and other places. Moreover, these guys who are addicted to online games should not spend extra time on On your own body, observe if there are any abnormalities.
However, two guys who had just finished a fierce game were leaning comfortably on the e-sports chairs, chatting and spanking with each other (tactical review) with unfinished content.
"Oh, obviously, if I hadn't guessed at the beginning that you were upgrading to the third level base, I would have hesitated and given you time to arrange the Hydralisk team. The outcome is even more uncertain."
Old Tang Lao Shen was lying on the ground with his legs crossed, shaking and talking, and he was so angry that he wanted to give himself a slap in the face to soothe his memory.
I have to admit that Lu Mingfei does have a lot of talent when it comes to playing StarCraft.
"Not bad, Old Tang, you have grown up, and you are no longer the young boy who only knew how to kill someone with a deer."
After an interstellar game, Lu Mingfei and Old Tang quickly developed a relationship and returned to their original state of mutual hostility among netizens, with their nonsense nature exposed.
"Hey, Mingming, look at the guy leaning against the door. He's sneaky and doesn't look like a good person."
Old Tang was about to retort unconvinced, but when he rolled his eyes, he saw a man in black who was leaning on each computer table and leaning towards the depths of the Internet cafe.
The people around him were all wearing headphones, holding the mouse and constantly clicking on the game screen, but no one paid any attention to the person moving strangely behind them.
"No way, look at this man, he looks strong and upright, he doesn't look like a thief..."
Lu Mingfei put his chin on his hand and thought deeply, then turned his head and glanced at the honest and square old Tang and his pair of joyful black eyebrows, and then.
Nod heavily.
"Well, I don't think he's a good person either."
"Damn, what are you looking at? Are you looking for death?"
Old Tang rolled his eyes speechlessly, waved his fists in demonstration, and rubbed both sides of his cheeks.
It has to be said that in many missions of escaping from death, he used his ordinary face to confuse others with his honest and honest expression.
Because of this, he felt that this man dressed in black was particularly dangerous.
This guy must have killed someone before.
Just as Old Tang narrowed his eyes and stared at the man's back with an unkind expression, the guy turned his head as if he was sensing something. His square face filled with a trace of fierceness happened to be looking directly at him.
Old Tang and Lu Mingfei looked at each other with dull expressions. They greeted each other with fake smiles, but there was cold sweat oozing out from behind.
"Old Tang, Old Tang, you have done me a terrible job this time. Why should you look at someone like you are catching a fugitive when you have nothing to do? You are not a policeman."
Lu Mingfei watched the other party slowly straighten his body and walk toward them step by step. He was panicking and couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.
"I have been paying attention to you two for a long time. I don't know if I can escape from the hands of orthodoxy after taking you two as hostages."
Menis grinned ferociously, speaking Egyptian to himself, and approached Lu Mingfei and the others.
He could see that the orthodox side had already set up a dragnet in this city, and it was only a matter of time before they found his traces. @·No mistake first~~
In this case, it is better to rely on the intimidation of the Golden Eyes to capture these two guys as a cover and help him escape. Even if they are discovered, they can be used as bargaining chips.
From the grin on this guy's lips and the unconcealed viciousness in his eyes, it was enough to tell that he had bad intentions.
"Obviously, run quickly."
Old Tang, who often took on bounty missions, was very experienced. He took off his earphones, slapped the still confused Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and growled at him.
The young man in school uniform finally came to his senses. As soon as he stood up, the man quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand like a steel hand, and grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist.
A dazzling golden light began to shine in his eyes, and the man spat out the low-pitched, weird and mysterious characters quickly. Lu Mingfei felt obscure and dizzy just by listening to them.
Yan Ling·Blood Poppy
The level of Menis' speech spirit is actually not high. Its function is similar to that of speech spirit and hypnosis, and it belongs to the category of mental illusion.
However, the effect is slightly vicious, and it is enough to temporarily confuse people's minds, turning them into marionettes that only obey the orders of the caster.
It will also cause permanent trauma to the brain of the victim, and may lead to amnesia or a vegetative state after the spirit of speech fails.
Menes has secretly tried to capture people in private. With his current ability, he can control the minds of up to three people at the same time, making them slaves at will, even to death.
Lu Mingfei looked at the man in horror, trying his best to break away from the hand holding him, but he happened to look into his eyes. In the golden pupils, two strange blood flowers bloomed extremely brightly. .
