Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 244 "Tickets?"

Who?
Can the name of that great existence be said casually?And whether it can be expressed in human language is debatable.

The eyes under the hood of the cloaked man were wide open, and he looked at the black-haired youth with some annoyance.

The man in the cloak shook his voice: "How can anyone know the name of my lord!"

Baisu nodded clearly: "Can't you just say it? Will He notice it if you say it?"

The black-haired youth made random guesses, but the cloaked man reacted violently.

"You, you actually know." The cloaked man was taken aback, his expression under the hood became a little wary, and he completed a series of brain supplements in his head.

Not controlled by spells, not confused by spells, but also kicking at the door directly, asking the name of the person behind them straight to the point.

The cloaked man's eyes became fierce, and his tone became bad: "You are a heretic."

This is the first reaction of human beings. Normally, the people who appear in front of them and say such things can only be people who have nothing to do with them.

A non-believer can also be called a heretic.

Suddenly Baisu was accused of being a heretic, his eyeballs on the back of his neck rolled around a few times, he stretched out his hand and pressed down, barely pressing down what was protruding from his clothes.

"Pagan?" The black-haired youth repeated, "No."

Baisu tilted his head and said, "I'm not a believer." To be precise, he is faith itself.

It's just that it hasn't been long since I came to this world, what kind of believer base... Well, it seems that I can't say that, at least there are some people from the Dog Sect, and the live broadcast speed is faster than his own.

So, is it really the face of the original human being that is holding him back?It will be better if the beauty is beyond the scope of human beings...

The black-haired young man pinched his cheek and turned it left and right twice, as if he was judging the pros and cons of his appearance.

If he was still in his previous world, he could... Hey, what could it be?

After knocking on the head twice in trouble, Baisu found that he couldn't remember again.

It doesn't matter if he can't remember, he is not a believer anyway.

However, Baisu’s words of denial sound like sophistry to humans, and non-believers are also heretics to the cloaked people, unless the black-haired youth is a higher-level existence.

But that's impossible, how could that kind of existence run into it just by walking around.

Judgment has not changed, and still stays in the position of the heretic who came to find things.

Although pagan, it is now two against one.

The cloaked man's sight hidden under the hood gave his companion a look, and the handsome young man didn't act immediately.

Baisu only saw the cloaked man and the handsome young man standing there, and the latter had been in a daze since the very beginning, and the smile on his face never came down, it was just a bit fake.

The cloaked man's hint failed, and when he realized something, he pulled the brim of his hat slightly when he turned his head the second time.

From the perspective of others, they couldn't see clearly what his eyes expressed, but the handsome young man caught it.

The handsome young man who hadn't moved before moved. He pressed his hand to his empty waist, in the posture of drawing a sword, as if he had pulled something out from there.

"Huh?" Baisu followed the other person's movements and caught a glimpse of some fluctuations in the scenery, "Hmm... the Wind King Barrier?"

Cloaked Man: "?"

Baisu: "Ah, it's nothing, you guys continue."

It is a very unpleasant thing to be interrupted when drawing a weapon. The cloaked man is full of question marks, but the handsome young man is not affected. He has no emotional fluctuations until he points the weapon at Baisu.

There seemed to be a mask on his face, and his smile never faded.

The expression is even more fake than the original Baisu.

The man in the cloak also moved. He didn't lift his hood, but kept his face covered, and pulled out his gun from behind his waist.

Being able to get guns in a country with such strict gun control shows that this person has some power behind him.

Baisu knew very little about the types of firearms. Although the special department on the human side had training, after seeing his accuracy in shooting, he wiped his face and went to this course. He didn't expect Baisu to know more than one type. .

Let Baisu master one more method of using firearms, and the threat to his companions will be more.

Even if he can't get a gun at ordinary times, if he has to one day, the bullets will most likely hit his companions.

Baisu gave a few extra glances to the gun in the cloaked man's hand.

What is the caliber... I can't tell, the model... I can't tell either, it doesn't seem to be the kind used by the human special department.

As for the bullet, it shouldn't be a big threat if it's not specially made, but he might have to hide for a while, after all, he doesn't really want to go to the hospital.

Before the man in the cloak drew his gun smartly, he was poked at the waist by an invisible sword hilt by a handsome young man.

The man tilted his head slightly, and read the right meaning from his companion's unwavering eyes: Do you know how to use a gun?
The answer is actually not very likely, but the enemy will not know until they shoot.

Baisu opened his mouth with great interest, and asked with a simple understanding: "Guns? Guns are not so easy to get in China, do you have your own channels?"

Baisu recalled the teaching of the special department, and added: "The ones brought in from outside, the ones produced by ourselves are—"

The unfinished words point to the fact that there are people in the high-level human beings in this sect. This possibility is possible, but not high.

Hearing Baisu's words, the man in the cloak blurted out, "You are a cop!"

"Tiaozi?" Baisu responded, "Oh, you mean the police, right?"

Baisu didn't deny it, and from the perspective of the cloaked man, it was affirmative.

The cloaked people never expected that their subordinate company could catch a policeman into the company, maybe in plainclothes or something, anyway, the job they will start next year will definitely have nothing to do with the government.

For a while, I didn't know what to say, so I could only praise the people below for their ability.

It's fine to recruit the police on weekdays, and being seized is at most a pyramid scheme charge, but now that they are here, it will be troublesome if they are caught.

Let's just stick to the note, we have to get rid of people here.

Fortunately, the people below received their mobile phones quickly, and the other party probably didn't have time to report the news... right?

The cloaked man raised the brim of his hat and gave the handsome young man a look, and the latter accepted it.

The next second, the handsome young man moved.

The presence of the handsome young man was easily lost in people's field of vision, and only the rustling sound of piercing the air and a vertically falling sword light could be heard.

The cover-up spell covering the sword finally dissipated. It was a sword glowing with silver light and stained with blood.

However, the owner of the weapon missed the target he wanted to chop.

Like cutting tofu, the sword got stuck in the seat that was picked up by the black-haired youth at some point, and slid all the way along the chair. When it was about to come out, it was pushed away by the person holding the chair, and then kicked forward.

The seat was almost split in two, and it hit the side wall with a bang, leaving several deep holes. When it fell to the ground, the remaining piece of wood was so brittle that it broke into two pieces.

As for Baisu's kick, the handsome young man responded quickly, forcibly twisting his body in the air, stepping on his foot and leaping backwards.

If it was an ordinary person, the handsome young man would have no problem handling it like this, but he miscalculated Baisu's strength.

--too heavy.

The handsome young man's gray eyes tightened, he stepped on the black-haired young man's shoe with one leg, the two forces counteracted, and Baisu still had a lot of momentum left.

It was too late to change his posture, the handsome young man retreated with all his strength, and his back directly hit the wall.

Even if there is a barely adjusted angle of force that is not very painful, the impact is real.

The scenes in front of him happened in an instant. For the cloaked man, his companion disappeared and his companion appeared. As soon as the two fought, his companion was kicked against the wall.

From the impact sound, it is quite dull.

The black-haired youth was a tricky opponent, and the cloaked man made an instant judgment.

The cloaked man knew very well what strength his companion had, and he complained about the brute force of a gorilla... I had never met a few people who could escape the handsome youth's sword before.

To be precise, dodge is fine, but counterattack is rare.

Baisu, who had been kicked away with one blow, regained his standing posture, moved his wrist twice, and whistled once.

"Not bad attack." Baisu half-sincerely sent out the compliment.

Not bad for human beings. Compared with the few people with special abilities in the special department, the handsome young man in front of him seems to be pure physical strength?
It's a pity that people in the special department usually don't know how to fight among themselves, and Baisu has no desire to fight with others.

It is better to eat a few more meals than to fight.

Of course, if the object of the fight is a delicious ghost, he is still willing to reward the face.

The black-haired young man squeezed the bones in his wrist, and turned his head to the left and right, as if looking for a weapon in his hand.

It's not that you can't catch the sword with your bare hands.

Different from Baisu's leisurely state, the attitude of the handsome young man who bumped into the wall changed slightly, his smile remained the same, but his eyes became more serious.

From the sound of stones falling from the fine wall debris, the handsome young man stood on the ground again.

There are oddities.

The gray eyes of the handsome young man focused on Baisu at this moment, from the face to the body shape and then to the muscle lines.

It was completely different from the body shape he had deliberately exercised, Baisu could be called thin, just looking at the lines on his arms, it was completely impossible to tell that the black-haired youth had that kind of strength.

ability?Unknown specificity?
The possibility of heretics, as his companions had said, came flooding back.

It would be much more reasonable if it was the heretics who were endowed with any power.

After a few guesses passed in his mind, the handsome young man looked towards his companion.

The man in the cloak stopped holding the gun, lowered the brim of his hat and lowered his head slightly.

Not to mention whether the posture of lowering the head and not looking at the front can achieve the purpose of aiming, the other two people in the room fought together again.

Each time the sword light was in contact with a different object.

Without him, the furniture in the room is not very strong.

If the furniture can happen, they will definitely protest. Is the sword that splits them too sharp, and they are blamed for being tofu?

"boom!"

The cloaked man didn't have time to dodge, the cut should be a corner of the locker, flew out between the two fighting, scraped the edge of his hood and crashed into the wall behind him.

The sharp corners of the prism were directly embedded in the wall, and even the hood of the cloaked man was cut with a crack.

It didn't hurt his face, and fortunately, the cloaked man's hand was always on the hood, and he didn't let it go, and the hood wasn't scratched off.

But... can't see clearly, can't see clearly at all.

The black-haired young man almost blended into the blackness of the environment, but his companion's light golden hair could catch a little bit of it under the shadowy candlelight.

Silver light and light golden scratches, the former is the color of the weapon waving, the latter is the head of a handsome young man.

Once again, he used the decorative painting at his side as a shield, and after the frame broke in two, Baisu stretched out his right hand, and pinched the point of the sword that was slashing towards him with his thumb and forefinger.

The owner of the sword added some strength, but it didn't move.

The handsome young man with gray eyes realized something was wrong and wanted to draw his sword and leave, but this was the same as adding strength to him, and he couldn't move forward or retreat.

"What a beautiful sword... It's a pity for the person who used it."

After saying such a sentence inexplicably, Baisu's black eyes slid across the silver-white sword.

He squeezed the tip of the sword and pulled the weapon and the person towards him, while clenched his left hand and swung it forward.

No skill, just brute strength.

The handsome young man withdrew.

When he judged that he could not get the sword back and was about to be punched, he let go of his hand, and quickly stepped back on his tiptoes. The air pressure from the wind of the fist did not affect him.

At most, at most, a little phantom pain.

There is a feeling that all internal organs have been crushed. If it is really beaten, it must be that kind of experience.

Baisu took the sword, but he didn't know how to use it at all.

He just imitated the human beings holding the hilt of the sword.

Then, Baisu turned his head and looked to the left.

There was a cloaked man standing there, holding a gun from beginning to end without feeling tired.

It's just that humans have never opened the safety lock, does he know?

Maybe he knew what he was thinking.

The man in the cloak's low voice can hide from others but not from the monster whose hearing is different from ordinary people.

No matter what the human being is reading, as long as it is interrupted or prevented from opening his mouth, it will be fine, right?

Baisu turned his spear and rushed out with his sword in hand.

"Wait... Back up!" the handsome young man shouted loudly, he moved almost at the same time as Baisu.

Raise your hand, aim at your target, and swing your sword.

The speed of the one who came up later was actually a bit slower, but the handsome young man successfully stopped in front of the cloaked man.

Then the target of the sword was changed, and the hot words in the mouth of the cloak finally came to an end, and he grabbed the handsome young man's arm.

Before the sword touched the person, it first cut on the transparent barrier.

Baisu slightly raised his eyebrows: "Shield?"

The cloaked man and the handsome young man were silent. Their rejoicing didn't last long before they saw a crack in the transparent barrier.

In the face of absolute power, all defenses are empty.

The handsome young man's crow-gray pupils couldn't be bigger. After seeing that the barrier wouldn't last long, he made a choice. He pressed the cloaked man's head with one hand, and lifted the few intact furniture in the room with the other— The table with the candlesticks.

The hunting grounds of the hunter and the prey are reversed.

The sword in Baisu's hand cut the table and cut off the candles in the candlestick.

The flame flickered a few times in the air, then completely extinguished in the air, and the environment fell into darkness.

Then there was an inaudible click, and a gunshot.

Humans fired in the dark.

(End of this chapter)