king of black mist.

Chapter 135 Experiment
The glass shattered, countless dust particles danced under the light, and the sound of breathing was heavy.

"Hiss~" The king cobra bent down and swam out of the window.

The 'Master' turned to Aferona and Phoebe: "Go, let me see your strength."

"Yes!" Aferona said sullenly.

In front of the 'lord', I have been betrayed!

Betrayed by his subordinates as soon as he got the reward?inability!
She glanced at Phoebe, Don, Gaino, Ketai, and the weakness and sympathy of the mistress had disappeared from her eyes.

"Go." She had a cold face and a cold voice.

Hui Wu was holding a sickle, and the angel of death stared at the four of them like a ghost escorting a prisoner to the battle.

Phoebe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Tang felt cold all over, Gainuo and Ketai held each other tightly, pinching each other's hands.

Following the King Cobra, the five walked out of the hotel.

The 'Master' got up too, walked outside, picked up Renaldo's ID card when passing by the bloodstain.

"It's a pity." Yang Qinglan said.

"Yeah." He looked at the identity card without a trace of characteristics.

The king cobra's attack was too indifferent, and it was a good test product, so it was gone.

fine--

Li Changzhou put away his ID card and continued walking.

——There are many more out there.

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It wasn't the imagined battle of superpowers. There were gunshots everywhere, flames bursting, and stray bullets flying.

Calvino and Hurd hid in the dark, did not go to the front line, did not meet each other, and contacted by phone.

"Reinaldo failed." Calvino said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter." Hurd didn't care at all, "It's nothing more than killing more people. I must kill the bitch Aferona tonight!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Hurd doesn't care how many people die, as long as there is a "guidance ceremony", he can add as many men who can work hard.

Calvino's "torture" is far inferior to the other in this respect.

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Rhoda hid in the alley, panting violently.

He is a member of the Mafia, and he only started practicing guns a month ago, and today is his first actual combat.

Hearing the sound of his teammate's Browning pistol, he also hurriedly leaned out, fired two shots quickly, and then hurriedly retreated.

The enemy was the "Camora" in Naples, but he didn't know where the enemy was or how many people there were.

Out of ammo.

He took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and reloaded with trembling hands.

"Calm down, calm down, Rhoda! You're fine!" He comforted himself in a low voice while changing the bombs.

Holding the pistol tightly, he decided to see where the target was before shooting!
Everyone's bullet has a special mark, as long as one shot, [-] euros, kill one person, [-]!
Rhoda poked his head out slowly, and there was a small square in front of him. Among the black and white floor tiles, unknown trees were full of flowers. The bullets brushed off, and the flowers fell like rain.

The lights were dim, and the flares of the bullets were brighter than they were.

Rhoda glanced slowly, trying to find the enemy.

"Sigh~"

The trembling of the hands, the beating of the drum, the beating of the heart, stopped like freezing.

Rhoda looked at the soles of his feet, and a thick and long shadow rose slowly from behind, covering him.

The moment he wanted to turn his head, his field of vision sank into darkness, and all light, color, and sound were completely extinguished.

A large amount of bright red blood splattered to every corner of the surrounding like a torrential rain, staining the petals that were hit by the bullets, making the night even more coquettish.

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The battle lasted only 5 minutes, and the opponents were numerous and well hidden, but in front of King Cobra's highest-definition thermal imaging, the difficulty was equivalent to playing hide-and-seek in a classroom.

Several players were also directly beaten into blood balloons by its 12-point speed, 11-point strength, and the unexpected sneak attack.

Aferona's gray mist is like a butcher who walks into the chicken coop with a butcher's knife. When the sickle is cut, it will be stumped limbs and arms, and the internal organs will be washed.

Any ordinary person with a gun (including some players) is corn on the corn stalks in front of the fog, and they can break it as they want.

Not without casualties.

Kotai and Tang died.

Phoebe and Gaynor survived only because they had no combat power and were not forced to fight by Aferona.

Yaferona's gray mist lost six paths.

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"Cazzo di merda!"

Hurd cursed in a low voice, and retreated under the cover of his subordinates.

He never thought that with so many people and so many guns, they couldn't kill Aferona!

Players are strong, but facing a large number of guns, unless they have a skill like Psychic Shield, they can only obediently put their ass in their hands and run away like a dog.

As long as you don't dodge once, you will be seriously injured or die.

Of course he knew that Aferona's gray mist subordinates were not afraid of bullets, but Aferona herself was no different from ordinary people, and he knew that too!

He failed, and now he has no choice but to escape. His instinct is the "guidance ceremony", and he is no different from ordinary people.

"Herd." Two figures suddenly came out from the alley in front of him and stopped him.

Hurd's heart skipped a beat and his eyes narrowed.

"Calvino." He looked at the other person and licked his dry lips.

"There is something I want to talk to you about." Calvino has a strong body, but his eyes are as sharp as a thin man's.

"Of course, but how about leaving here first?" Hurd's expression was calm, and his eyes were calm and calm.

The subordinates walked up to him silently and covered him.

Calvino glanced at these people.

"Ah!!" screamed like tearing his throat.

These people collapsed in an instant, the veins near their temples swelled like earthworms, and their five fingers scratched their necks, leaving streaks of blood.

In a second, several people's bodies were already drenched with sweat.

Calvino looked away and looked at Hurd. Hurd stepped back subconsciously, and the subordinates at his feet were still screaming.

One of them knocked his head violently against the steps, killing himself alive.

This was not the most terrifying thing. Seeing that he was dead, the rest of the people showed expressions of being saved and bumped their heads against the steps one after another.

Because they were worried that they were not dead, these people used a lot of strength, and when the blood flowed down the steps, it washed away like rain.

"I heard," Calvino said, turning a blind eye to the tragedy on the ground, "as long as there is a gang member in the "Clan Enrollment Ceremony". "

Hurd was sullen, he understood what Calviro meant.

"Your purpose tonight is not Aferona at all, but me, right?"

"Both of you," Calvino couldn't restrain his expression, showing a smug smile, "but you are more important than her."

As long as Hurd is subdued, it is equivalent to him having the "guidance ceremony" and matching his own "torture". Calvino doesn't know, who else can not be subdued by him?
Not a cardinal, not a nun, not a pope!

"Herder," Calvino gasped for a hot breath, barely pulling back the emotions that were about to go berserk, "As long as you swear to me, you will be the deputy leader forever, my most trusted family member."

"...Yes, you will be my most trusted family member."

Seeing the smile slowly appearing on Hurd's face, Calvino felt a chill in his heart for no reason. How similar is the way the other party controls his emotions to himself?
boom!
Calvino was suddenly subdued and his face was pressed to the ground.

The one who did it was Gregory, the most trusted subordinate who followed him.

Gregory, the instinctive "rebar" is not the rebar of building materials, but the rebar of fascia like rebar.

Great strength, not afraid of bullets.

"My goal is also you and Aferona. Coincidentally, you are also more important than Aferona." Hurd laughed wildly.

"When did it happen?" Calvino asked in a trembling voice, his eyes wide open, only the dirt could be seen.

"Before the value game begins," Hurd walked over, stepping on Calvino's ear with his leather shoes, "the oath is always valid."

He couldn't help laughing twice again: "Calvino, die, or swear to follow me, choose!"

long silence.

Hurd did not urge, the more impatient he was, the more patient he was, as long as there was "torture", not to mention the Mafia, the whole of Italy, no, Europe was his!

Calvino said slowly: "I swear."

"Very good!" Hurd's emotions exploded in an instant, and the end of his voice was trembling.

He took out the statue of the Virgin that had been prepared, put it in Calvino's left hand, and cut Calvino's right hand with a dagger.

Because of the excitement, the dagger cut a little deeper, and the blade trembled slightly in the flesh.

He dripped the blood of his right hand on the statue of the Virgin.

"Calvino, are you willing to swear by blood in front of the saint that you will always abide by the gang rules and not betray your family?" As the ancient ritual began, Hurd's mood calmed down unbelievably.

"I hand out--"

The sound stopped abruptly.

"Huh? What's going on? Calvino!" Hurd was shocked and angry.

Gregory let go of Calvino and stepped aside. Hurd saw ten iron arrows coming out of the steps, piercing Calvino's body, and being bent by Gregory's "rebar".

The identity card slipped to the ground, blood flowed out from between Calvino's body and the steps, and soon mixed with the blood of Hurd's corpses.

"Who?!" Hurd was furious, his eyes were red.

The lofty dream was about to come to an end, but it was interrupted at the last moment!

Whoosh!
A strong wind came from the darkness.

Gregory stepped forward and stood in front of Hurd.

A whip-like object approached, changed from a jerk to a bundle, wrapped around Gregory's body, lifted him up, and lifted his toes off the ground.

"Ah!!" Gregory roared, puffing out his arms and exerting all his strength.

There was no movement, just like a person holding a machine gun and shooting at the sea, there was no movement.

"Clap!"

Accompanied by applause, several figures came from above the steps.

"I heard that Italian drama is very famous, and it really deserves its reputation." The leader was blurred and spoke pure English.

Hurd glanced behind him, and several gray fogs were flying over the corpses of his subordinates, coming up from there.

He cooled down like a bucket of ice water poured over his body.

"I, I can swear." His teeth chattered.

"No." The fuzzy figure put down his hands and put his back behind his back, "I want your ID card."

Hurd's face changed, and he subconsciously thought that the other party was going to kill him.

"'Master' is willing to give you a chance, but you still don't take out your ID card!" After hearing what Afelona said, he realized that the other party wanted to control himself through the ID card.

Without hesitation, Hurd took out his ID card and handed it over.

With his own ability, the other party will never hurt him, and his status in the future will not be low.

Aferona took the ID card and handed it to Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou glanced at it, and Hei Wu stretched out his 'hand', snatched Renaldo's "blood and flesh as a thorn", and put it on Hurd's identity card.

Hurd has been looking at the blurred figure in front of him anxiously, guessing the identity of the other party, and thinking about what chance he will have in the future to turn defeat into victory.

Suddenly, his eyes were dazzled, and he caught a glimpse of another black mist figure standing beside the blurred figure.

The human-shaped black mist is tall and tall, more than 2 meters high. The black mist is billowing and flowing at any time, but it has always maintained its human form.

"Ah."

Li Changzhou looked at Herd who was raving in front of him, and fell into deep thought, stupid?

What's going on with this black mist?Can't you honestly restrain your power?

"Ah!!!" Hurd yelled suddenly.

Li Changzhou was delighted in his heart, it was a sober voice.

"Ah! Ah!" Hurd took a step back and fell on the steps.

He rolled and crawled, shivering and hiding in a corner of the alley.

Tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling, the 1.8-meter mafia crouched there like a bullied stray dog, looking at Li Changzhou with fear and despair.

Li Changzhou thought for a while, and told Aferona: "Take him back, coax him with delicious food and drink, and see how he looks tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Yaferona glanced at Hurd from the corner of her eye.

Compared with being "tortured", he is more pitiful and frightening at this time.

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