unfortunate black cat

Chapter 162 Calm Paranoia

"What!? You said that the five of you were all holding knives, but in the end, you were all cleaned up by a little girl in high school!?"

On the side of the rainy street, the group of gangsters who chased Xing Tai were standing together dejectedly.

All of them had minor or serious injuries.

As for the leader, he just took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Uh, yes, that girl seems to have practiced before. She beats people very hard. We are not opponents."

The gangster's leader half-bent, explained to the phone in a low voice.

"Practiced! What did you practice, hard qigong? You can hit five at a time! Trash is trash, don't make excuses for yourself! Pack up and get out immediately, get out of Luotai City! If I see you again in the future You, bear the consequences!"

On the phone, a man's voice gave an order angrily, and then simply hung up the communication.

The gangster's leader had bruises on his face, and he swallowed while holding the hot phone.

After waiting for a long time, he put the phone back in his pocket.

At this time, a yellow-haired gangster sneaked up to the leader.

Then he lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Leopard, why don't we tell the boss the real situation?"

"The real situation, what is the real situation, that all five of us were beaten by a cat?"

The gangster called Brother Leopard raised his head, and slapped the person with his backhand.

"Believe it or not, if I dare to say that, we will be sunk into the eel river today, and the boss will think we are playing him for an idiot, you know!"

"I know, I know, I know."

The gangster who had been slapped covered his red face with his hands, and staggered and sat aside.

At the same time, Brother Leopard also looked around at the people present: "I will rot all of you in my stomach about what happened today. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people! Do you hear me clearly!"

"Clear."

"Clear."

"It's all clear."

Fragmentary answers sounded.

At this moment, no one knows.After this rain, on the underworld in Luotai City, a legend named "Dragon of the Female Stream" will gradually be born.

……

On the other side, the Psionic Management Office, in the underground training ground of the headquarters.

As far as a purely underground space is concerned, this training ground is undoubtedly extraordinarily spacious.The front and back are about half the size of a football field, with tiles that block spiritual energy on all sides.

The walls and pillars are all made of extremely high-strength metal materials, which are strong enough to withstand the blasting of some solid bombs.

The slightly dazzling light fell from the top of the head, illuminating the entire space without any shadows.

Zhuang Yuan was standing in the middle of the training ground. Today was the first time she received training from the headquarters of the Spiritual Management Office.

On the third day after being separated from Jiang Sheng, the girl was urgently handed over to a special team in Beijing.

This time, she came to test her abilities.

It is worth mentioning that the girl's appearance has also undergone tremendous changes at the moment.

The loose hair has been combed up, and the gloom and timidity of the past are no longer there.

The too long bangs were also turned to one side, revealing a pair of desolate and soft eyes.

The girl was wearing a white hospital gown, which seemed to blend into the same pure white training ground.There was a medical mask on her delicate face, half covering her handsome but lifeless face.

'So, Jiang Sheng is not dead yet, it is just chasing three thousand grievances. '

Standing silently in the empty training ground, the girl listened to the information the instructor told her, raised her hand and typed a line of text on her mobile phone.

"Yes."

The instructor in charge of training the girls nodded.

'Well, I'll find it. '

Zhuang Yuan continued typing.

"You found it, what can you do?"

The instructor looked at the girl's firm eyes and frowned slightly.

'Convince it and take revenge with me. '

Zhuang Yuan typed out a line of characters again.

When the instructor saw this, his complexion improved a bit.

"Then, you need training."

'certainly. '

Zhuang Yuan put away the phone expressionlessly.

Immediately afterwards, she took off the mask with her hands.It is hard to tell whether it is cold or weak, delicate or handsome, beautiful or charming.

"break."

The black-haired girl gently opened her thin lips and uttered the simplest word.

Then, the other side of the training ground.

There was a violent explosion and collapse.

……

At the same time, in Kawagu City, there is a special research institute about black cats.

A young woman in formal attire and a researcher's coat was sitting alone in front of a dark and deserted laboratory table.

She is Yang Momo's older sister, Yang Anjing.

Just now, she received the news that Yang Momo died because of a psychic crime.

Specific information, no.

Information about criminals cannot be disclosed.

The body cannot be sent back.

"What are you kidding..."

Yang Anjing pinched the phone with her hands, lowered her head to calm down the fluctuations in her heart.

The veins on her forehead were bulging, and the gold-rimmed glasses almost fell from the tip of her nose.

His paranoid personality made him unable to extricate himself from the brink of collapse.

"What a joke."

After a long time, the woman slowly raised her head.

At this moment, her temple hair was disheveled, the veins on her forehead were protruding and throbbing, but her expression was unusually calm.

"Curse object cultivation plan, hehe, meaningless things."

He casually threw a freshly printed document into the shredder.

Yang Anjing took a deep breath, raised her hand to adjust her tilted glasses, and then straightened the buttons of her shirt.

Her temperament returned to indifference, which was a kind of rigor and persistence that could not be distorted.

Between light and shadow, the woman's three-dimensional facial features are portrayed particularly deeply, and her wavy long hair is gently scattered on her shoulders, as if there is a mysterious and treacherous charm in her speechless words.

The white shirt and black trousers outline simple and elegant lines.

The calm thinking of the scholar is already full of chills at the moment, and there is also an inexplicable concentration.

"I want to make spiritual energy disappear from this world."

Yang Anjing muttered to herself.

"I want Ling to disappear from this world, you bastards."

(End of this chapter)