Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 128 Witchcraft
The wonderful effect of sparsely populated cities is that while the actual bustling urban areas are small, the size of the city becomes very large.For example, in cities like Tokyo or Shanghai, even a small-scale gun battle will cause a very strong reaction, and in a city with this pattern, it seems that everything can be diluted by this pattern.

Although Zhang Cheng knew that the gangsters in the city were exchanging fire, as far as he felt around him, it was still a peaceful small town.

When Zhang Cheng opened the door and went in, he saw a counter directly opposite.Sitting behind the counter was a fat middle-aged black man dressed as a businessman.This is writing something on a piece of paper.When he saw the person who entered the door clearly, a trace of obvious disgust appeared unconsciously in his brow.

The bag that Thomas lent Zhang Cheng was on the man's counter.The package had already been opened, and several boxes of medicines were scattered on the side of the package.Zhang Cheng felt that he was estimating the value of this bag and these boxes of medicines.

"That," said Zhang Cheng, who had already started the translation software. "Hello, sir," he said, looking at the black man in front of him, whose face grew more disgusted. "I was robbed by a group of gangsters just now, and a bag was stolen..."

He speaks very slowly, there is no way, and the level of bird language is limited.But Zhang Cheng can be sure that this will not affect the other party's understanding. After all, Zhang Cheng had a smooth chat with the gun dealer who wanted to sell him arms.Slow speaking does not affect communication.

"Are you here to find fault?" The black man retorted unceremoniously.Simultaneously tuck the bag and medication into the counter drawer.

"I think the bag you stuffed in the drawer just now was taken away from me," Zhang Cheng said.

"Be careful, I'll call the police!" the black man shouted loudly. "Get out!"

"I have pictures of my bag, I have pictures of the muggers, and I have a record of the medicine I just ordered from the hospital. If the police come, they will confirm that the bag and the contents of the bag are me of……"

There were voices and footsteps at the back of the shop, and then a side door was opened.Zhang Cheng watched several black people come out.

In fact, the robbery just now was so fast that Zhang Cheng couldn't remember the faces of these gangsters at all.But it doesn't matter, these people all have obvious characteristics, such as the colorful and flamboyant hair.Zhang Cheng didn't think it was a coincidence, it happened that the two had the same hairstyle.

Five or six young black men were talking and laughing all the way, but when they saw Zhang Cheng, they froze for a moment and recognized Zhang Cheng as well.

There is no way not to recognize it, after all, the last time we met was only ten minutes apart.And even if they didn't remember the face, they at least remembered the skin color and the clothes.

A group of people quickly surrounded them.This is also in line with the personality of black people-when they are many times the number of each other, they are always very brave.A black man took out a small knife from his body, played with it in his hand, and made dangerous movements against his neck.Another tall man showed off his thick arms in a menacing pose.The other leaned on his companion's shoulder and made more than one insulting gesture.

Zhang Cheng noticed that the other two black men who were calm (although they also squeezed in) put their hands in their pockets.The two of them looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be the owner of the shop at the same time, but the latter made a negative gesture, and at the same time pointed upward with his expression.

Zhang Cheng peeked at that location, and what he saw was indeed a monitoring device.That is to say, the camera captures everything here.

If something like a murder happened here, the police would undoubtedly know the truth easily.

You don't need to ask to know what is in the pockets of these two people.

The black boss can easily see the other party take a step back. This kind of body language can be understood by anyone: the other party understands that the situation is wrong and wants to back down.

"Do you want to leave?" The boss got up and blocked the door when the other party wanted to leave but did not.Now the other party can't get away. "Hand over your phone!" he said loudly.

This is also a universal truth in human society, the more you want to compromise, the more you have to pay the price.No one would dare to mess with those desperate outlaws.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to... bully others?" Because of the simultaneous translation software, he spoke very slowly.

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the black people burst into laughter.

"That's right!" The black boss replied after stopping his laugh. "This time I'm bullying!" He snatched the mobile phone from the opponent's hand. This mobile phone is quite new and should be able to sell for a lot of money.He has even imagined what will happen in the future.By the time the oriental man called the police, at least three hours had passed.Three hours was enough for him to erase all traces.And this yellow-skinned monkey can't do anything.Just thinking about it makes me happy.

"Get out of here! Yellow-skinned monkey!" said the black boss, stepping aside.A group of people watched the Asian leave in a hurry.

"It's a pity," someone said suddenly. "I bet, he must still have money." When encountering a suitable prey, a hunter always hopes to get the most value.Weakness is exchanged for more greed.

The rest of the people looked up at the monitoring equipment above, "Old man, you shouldn't install such a thing."

"The police asked for it!" The black boss snorted. "But there is no surveillance outside." He added.

"Is there any outside?" The two black men exchanged glances with excitement. "I think he might remember our faces! We should make him forget everything."

One of them drew a gun and walked towards the door.And the other didn't take out anything.They also saw it just now. It was a tourist who didn't even understand the language.Of course, it is impossible for such a person to legally hold a weapon.But if it's not legal...he should have already pulled it out just now.To deal with a cowardly prey, and two against one, one of them with a gun is enough.

"Okay, boys, don't commit crimes in such a close place next time, okay?" The black boss returned to his counter and brought the things he had just put away to the counter. "Look, the exhaust fumes from others chasing you can come to me!"

There were two gunshots outside the window, and then the people in the room heard a scream.Although the sound was greatly weakened due to the distance and the wall, it was still audible.

"Oh, I hope they don't take it too far," someone said. "Otherwise the old man will be bored to death when the police come over!"

The black boss looked up at the person who was speaking, and then continued to work on his calculations.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Hey, don't you take care of the corpse, old man..." The voice of the person who spoke was stuck in his throat, because the person who pushed the door and entered was not the companion they had just gone out, but a stranger.

A man dressed as a magician, that is, in a black cape, a silk top hat, and a mask covering his face.However, it is no longer surprising to have strange clothes these days. Compared with these, the pistol in his hand attracts more attention.

"Gentlemen," said the stranger in a clear voice. "Nice to meet you." He looked around for a week, his voice mixed with a bit of weird taste. "It's just that this meeting may be relatively brief."

In the next instant, at least two black men had drawn out their guns and pointed at the uninvited guest.

"Young man, you are in the wrong place." The black boss behind the counter sneered. "Wrong time, wrong place," he said, pulling a shotgun from behind the counter.At close range, this is a far more terrifying weapon than a pistol.Of course, this hand is actually redundant, because the other two guns have already pointed at the head of the uninvited guest.

"Take off his mask and let me see..." He said, but suddenly felt powerless.Inexplicably, he found that the shotgun in his hand had dropped to the ground.It wasn't because of a hand mistake, but just a moment ago, he clearly felt that the gun was too heavy, so heavy that he couldn't lift it up at all, so that it fell to the ground.

"This is..." He looked at the stranger in front of him in surprise, and found that his strength was further lost.He couldn't even stand up now.Not only that, but others too.The hands of the two black men who had pointed their pistols at the stranger just now had dropped powerlessly.Their arms could no longer support such a simple movement.Not just their arms, but their legs as well.Soon, the strength on their legs could no longer even support their own bodies, and as the first person fell, the others also fell down one after another.

But they just collapsed from fatigue, not coma.Everyone is awake, but they just don't know what's going on.

But the boss is the boss after all, and his experience is always a little bit more than these gangsters.As he watched the stranger raise his pistol, he realized what had happened in an instant.Then I heard the other party pull the trigger continuously.

"Big...big...big wizard..." he stammered.When he saw it for the first time just now, he thought the magician's attire was ridiculous.But now an indescribable terror crept over him.The magician turned his head and looked at it with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. A stream of heat suddenly flowed from his crotch, making his pants wet and hot.

"Then..." Stimulated by his survival instinct, he tried his best to stand up.But his muscles were so exhausted that he couldn't even stand up and move his body now.

The muzzle of the pistol was pointed at his forehead.

"Wait...wait..." At such a close distance, he suddenly recognized who the person in front of him was.But it was useless, more fear surged up, he found his mouth was uncontrollable, his teeth were chattering desperately. "That...I'm not...my brother...my brother...is a state congressman!" He shouted out the real backer he had always relied on for a long time, and then found desperately that the other party didn't listen to him after hearing these words. Even the slightest wavering.

Not only did he not waver, but on the contrary, he felt a bit of joy.Although he didn't know why the great wizard showed such emotions.

"Oh, then I can really say congratulations." The other party ignored it, but picked up the bag from the table, and of course the medicine.The boxes are still there, unopened.Some other waste paper was stuffed aside.Those are waste papers to the boss—they are test sheets or diagnostic reports or something that are important to the patient.

"Wait..." the boss stammered, under the gunpoint, his body shook so much that the whole chair was shaking. "I've got kids...kids...very young..."

"Ah, I hope he can learn to take care of himself earlier." The magician pulled the trigger without hesitation.

……

"Gentlemen," said a group of people sitting in front of the projector in a small room, staring at the screen in front of them. "This is the scene we saw this afternoon, seven people, two outside, and five inside." A series of photos appeared on the screen, including the corpse and the murder scene. "Cause of death both shot. Probably some sort of modified pistol."

The photos clearly show that almost all of them were shot in the head or chest, and they were shot consecutively.It looks like it was just an assassination, or maybe a shootout.In this country, such cases have always emerged in endlessly.

"There is surveillance at the scene, and this is the core content we intercepted."

Video is crystal clear.The door opened, and a man dressed as a magician walked in, holding a gun in one hand.I don't know what he said, but all the black people reacted in the next moment.The two guns were pulled out and aimed at him immediately.

However, it is not clear what he did, the muzzles of these people hang down, as if the small pistol has become as heavy as Mount Tai, and it is impossible to hold it.Not only that, they even lay down.

Not the kind of falling down caused by loss of consciousness, but the kind of falling caused by fatigue and weakness.Three or five people, not only couldn't hold the gun in front of this gun-wielding opponent, they even lay down.Things moved quickly, as the magician shot at everyone who had lost their resistance with little hesitation, and finally turned his gun on the camera.As soon as the camera goes black, the video recording ends here.

People talk about it.

"That's right, this is the second time 'magician' appears." The leader said. "He is still in this city and has not left. What he showed this time...is an unheard of ability. According to the video, everyone around him has lost the ability to move, regardless of the battle."

"The suspect not only possesses supernatural abilities, but also is ruthless. He is not like an ordinary person at all. Experts speculate that if this person has certain psychological problems, he is a natural killer. Either he has done this kind of thing countless times."

"At present he exhibits three abilities, the first is to summon demons in the dark... some kind of... creatures that we don't know, and maybe other beasts. The power to crush bones together. The third is this, capable of incapacitating those around you."

The leading voice paused. "Let's call him 'magician' for now. Voodoo wizards, Indian wizards, and church priests who call themselves professional exorcists gave different answers, but one thing is the same. They all confirmed that it was some kind of witchcraft. Ability..." He paused again. "The United States needs this capability."

(End of this chapter)