God Killer

() This is a small hair salon, there are only six people in the whole hair salon, and two of them are lazily shampooing and cleaning workers, yawning profusely at this moment.

The rest are barbers and bosses, plus a guest, except for Zhang Qiang, a cultivator, there are five civilian deaths in this mission, which is just right now, that is to say, within the default range of the country, these five civilians have already died. died.

In the case of Godhunters hunting immortal cultivators, injured witnesses are not allowed to live, because it is very troublesome to deal with a living injured person, that is to say, either the five civilians did not see anything, or These five civilians died together with the immortal cultivator!Of course, ordinary godhunters would still try their best to choose situations that would not hurt ordinary people. Of course, it was not because they were afraid of death, but because sometimes ordinary people were more troublesome to deal with than immortal cultivators.

If Zheng Xian can catch or kill Zhang Qiang, there will be a special aftermath team to deal with the problem, such as fire, gas leak, building collapse, land subsidence, food poisoning, etc., whatever, the aftermath The group has a lot of ways to solve the problem.

Zheng Xian did not carry offensive equipment. If he wanted to obtain the equipment, he had to take over the mission first, then return to the Sixth Division of Operations, obtain the qualification to open the weapon compartment, and record all the weapons he took away before he could take them away. First of all, he didn't have this time, and of course he didn't have the qualifications when he was suspended from work. The weapon compartment would not be open to him anyway. In fact, it was an accident for Zheng Xian to be able to receive this task.

At this time, Zheng Xian knew that his actions should have been found out by the people in the scientific research office of the sixth business department, and the computer of the business department could connect to all the cameras in the whole city.

In today's cities, there are no secrets at all. There are dozens or even hundreds of cameras on every street. Countless cameras form a dense sky, and people in the city can't escape every move. The eyes of a caring person.

As long as it is in a city, there is no case that the police cannot solve. This is definitely not an exaggeration. The reason why some cases cannot be solved is simply that the case is not big enough to mobilize the necessary police force.

Zheng Xian went straight into the hair salon, his phone vibrated, and he received a text message. Zheng Xian knew that the text message must have been sent by the business department. Because Zheng Xian's cell phone was always in the answering state, the other party could only contact him by text message. !

Zheng Xian turned off his mobile phone in his pocket, and with a glance, he found Zhang Qiang sitting in front of the computer. Although it was just a back view, barbers usually have special hairstyles. This Zhang Qiang was no exception. His hair was dyed in strands. The bright yellow color is like Ri's top cowherd, easy to identify!

Then Zheng Xian took a closer look inside the hair salon, and felt a little relieved. There is no camera in this hair salon. Indeed, there is nothing worth stealing in a small hair salon. The most valuable thing in the whole store is probably the shampoo card. in bed.

It's already around ten o'clock in the evening, and it's probably not long before closing. At this time, there is only a fat middle-aged woman in the hair salon who is holding an iPad and watching Korean soap operas. The voice of the Korean conversation on the iPad is very loud. There was endless reverberation in this small hair salon, and the screams of the low-quality speakers in the hair salon were suppressed, and the middle-aged woman let out giggling laughter from time to time.

Seeing Zheng Xian coming in, a girl from the hair salon who was rubbing her eyes immediately came up to meet her. She glanced at Zheng Xian and asked a little strangely, "Mister, do you have a haircut?"

No wonder this little girl asked such a boring topic, Zheng Xian stroked his neat short hair, which cost more than 500 a haircut three days ago, and nodded.

Zheng Xian has suffered too much in the past few years, so he is now a person who pays great attention to the enjoyment of life. He didn't have the money to come to this kind of small hair salon before, but now he can't come to it at all. Generally, a haircut doesn't cost a few hundred yuan. No entry at all.Zheng Xian's idea is quite simple, to live in a decent way, to live in a chic way, and it's not like you can't make money!

"Do you know any master?" The little girl asked Zheng Xian while skillfully pulling out a fairly clean white thick-faced robe from the neatly folded wardrobe by the table, shaking it out.

Zheng Xian glanced at the white robe. He really didn't like white. At this time, Zheng Xian even felt that the robe was a bit inauspicious. Then Zheng Xian glanced at Zhang Qiang and said: "This Bar."

Zhang Qiang is playing with a computer that looks like a product of the 80s. Didi’s voice can easily tell Zheng Xian that Zhang Qiang is chatting on QQ. Zheng Xian’s eyesight is much stronger than before. The content is in the eye.

Zhang Qiang is asking a girlfriend to meet and open a room at night, and the chat is almost done, at least the other party has agreed and is negotiating the address, complaining that the hotel Zhang Qiang found is not high-end enough, and Zhang Qiang needs to take her to drink first, etc.

Zheng Xian knew from his experience that Zhang Qiang should invite some little girls or good families out through QQ chat, and then absorb the vitality of these women.The woman who has been sucked out of her vitality will be turned into a mummy, smashed and ground into foam, thrown into the toilet and flushed, the corpse will be destroyed and all traces will be wiped out, so that no one can find the corpse.This is also the reason why although the police paid attention to Zhang Qiang, they had nowhere to start.

Zheng Xian also knew that immortal cultivators would not go looking for girls and young wives who had stumbled. The vitality of those who specialized in this business was entangled with too many unexplained dirty things.

Hearing the words, Zhang Qiang quickly typed a line of words that Zheng Xian couldn't see, then turned off QQ, turned around, stood up with a smile, and took out the hairdressing tools that he had put away.

This is a shy, sunny boy. He looks like he is only in his early twenties. He shows a pair of canine teeth when he smiles, and his eyes are very bright. The average girl will be eager to take the bait when she sees it. It is hard to believe that he actually related to three murders.

The little girl wanted to wash Zheng Xian's hair, Zheng Xian said: "No need, I'm in a hurry, just spray some water and cut it directly." Zheng Xian looked at the dark back room and said, "It's a bit cold, I can't blow the wind , get a haircut inside!"

It's October when it's not warm yet, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. It's really cold at the door!

After all, it is a small hair salon, and everything has to be calculated. The actual area of ​​this hair salon is much larger than the front face, but it is a bit narrow and long. The back room is open during the day when there are many people, and the lights are turned off at night to save electricity. However, according to the customer's request, Naturally there is no problem.

Even though the little girl turned on the light in the back room, Zheng Xian found a seat behind a pillar and sat down. The haircut here just formed a small isolation from the outside, and the haircut could not be seen from the outside, nor could it be seen inside The outside situation is equivalent to a du li small space.

The middle-aged woman who was getting her hair permed immediately also clamored to go to the back room to get her permed, complaining that the boss made her suffer from the cold, and she slurped every mouthful, and she also had a Korean drama accent, which smelled weird.

Zheng Xian frowned slightly. If the woman insisted on coming in, Zheng Xian would have to figure out how to kill her before she yelled. Zheng Xian chose to avoid the cameras in the back room on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to save a few innocent people from being killed on the spot. people.

The boss had already smiled and said, "I'm sorry big sister, there was a water leak two days ago, and the power supply in the back room was flooded. I dare not use it now, for fear of being connected to the power supply."

The middle-aged woman didn't believe it. She stretched her neck and looked into the inner room. Sure enough, there was a water stain on the wall. Then she looked at the charging electric fader in Zhang Qiang's hand, then curled her lips and continued to immerse herself in the blissful world of Korean dramas.

This is the first time Zheng Xian has faced an immortal cultivator without any equipment on his body. According to the precautions marked in the Hunting God Manual, when encountering such a situation, avoid conflicts and pretend to be passersby. As long as ordinary immortal cultivators have not just retreated If you come out very hungry, or are driven to a dead end and fall into a frenzied state, you will not easily attack passers-by who are not the target.

But now Zheng Xian has no reason to avoid it.

The vitality power of c-level locusts is at least 500, and Zheng Xian's vitality power was about 100 before he got the Tiandi Bridge. At around 700, he passed the Heaven and Earth Bridge to Zheng Xian, but it may not be all 700 vitality to Zheng Xian, and the loss in the middle is still very large, so Zheng Xian estimates that his vitality at this time will definitely not exceed Zhang Qiang.Moreover, Zheng Xian was not good at using this kind of power yet, so he had to make a discount, relying on the power of cultivating immortals obtained from the cook would not be able to deal with Zhang Qiang.

When Zheng Xian was sitting on the chair, Zhang Qiang followed with the tool bag containing the scissors and combs on his waist.Zheng Xian glanced at the shining scissors and the electric clipper in Zhang Qiang's hand, they were all deadly things, and then turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.

"Sir, is it longer or shorter?" Zhang Qiang sprayed water on Zheng Xian's head with a watering can, showing two canine teeth, and asked with a sunny smile. It looked completely different from the drowsy atmosphere in the whole room. If it doesn't match, it gives people a feeling of vitality.

Zheng first tugged at his hair, which was about six centimeters long, and then said: "Short, keep your spirits up!"

Zheng Xian suddenly wanted to make a break with his past self, and at the same time say goodbye to Tong Nai and Wu Feng. Now he is a cultivator of immortals!It's locusts!

Zhang Qiang seemed to love to laugh, smiled, and began to cut Zheng Xian's hair. He was skillful in his movements and his technique was good. Every cut was measured. It could be seen that Zhang Qiang was very good at this haircut. Be thoughtful.

In fact, as long as you are a cultivator, as long as you have cultivated the bridge of heaven and earth, as long as you do it with your heart, there is no reason for failure no matter what you do.

It's just that in this world where immortal cultivators are like bereaved dogs, there are not many immortal cultivators who like to show off. Most immortal cultivators prefer to hide in such a small place and live quietly.

The cook in the small restaurant that Zheng Xian caught last time, and Zhang Qiang are just like this.

Zheng Xian estimated that the Devil and Wang Cheng had at least 15 minutes to arrive here. After all, moving in the city and being affected by the traffic environment, it is impossible to be as comfortable as in the wild.

What is before Zheng Xian now is how to subdue the C-level cultivator behind him who has taken several lives on his back without disturbing the outsiders in this short 15 minutes. , big boy with bright eyes!

And in this short period of time, he had to torture him to find out the method of absorbing vitality.

At this time, Zheng Xian only had three needles on his body, and no other weapons!

Zheng Xian slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to squint a little, but in fact, countless pictures were flashing in Zheng Xian's mind, how to make a move, how Zhang Qiang fought back, how to deal with it, how to deal with it in this small | cramped space. Tossing and turning inside...