Blue and White Society

  Chapter 356 Are they fishing?

   After killing forty assassins in one go, Mo Poor let out a long breath.

  There were two or three big cats and kittens left, and Mo Poor greeted them with a dagger in his hand.

  As soon as they fought, he felt something was wrong.

  The attack power was much smaller than he expected, and the sharpness was far less than the assassins he had encountered before.

  Compared with the assassins I encountered at first, the perspectives of these men in black are very unskilled. Mo Poor can see them with a glance of eagle eyes, and no longer needs to rotate to block.

  The dagger supports the Hidden Blade, swung around and stabs the enemy back, allowing the Hidden Blade to be inserted into the opponent's neck.

   It stands to reason that as long as the opponent concentrates, he can pull out the Hidden Blade at the moment it penetrates the neck, so it is not fatal.

  But the black-clothed assassin in front of him didn't do it, and killed himself with a puff.

   Their strength and reaction are far inferior to Mo Poor.

   After stabbing a few to death casually, Mo Qiong abandoned the knife and directly captured one with his bare hands.

  Forcibly pressed the assassin's hands back on the carpet, first the joints were removed, and then Mo Poor freed up one hand to **** up and down.

  After touching it twice, Mo Poor's prestige was blocked suddenly, and he felt his hand was pricked by something.

  It was only then that he realized that there were many barbs hidden on the surface of the black-clothed assassin's robe.

   Facing these thorns, Mo Poor's first reaction was poisonous.

   Thinking about it, if this kind of acupuncture design is not poisonous, it is meaningless and has no lethality.

   "The previous assassins didn't have such little tricks... They are also black-clothed assassins, why is there such a big difference in strength?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Anyone who dares to block the Assassin's Blade must die. I killed two of you Lanbai Club and six of Harman's bodyguards. It is not a loss to die in your hands. Are you a member of the club, Beta? Or Gamma?" The assassin was pressed to the ground by Mo Poor, and he asked calmly without panicking.

  Mo Poor replied: "Alpha."

  The assassins were stunned. What their mentor told them was that most of the Alpha members could be killed by their mentors, and a small number of Beta members could also be killed by their mentors.

  However, in one breath just now, Mo Qiong killed forty assassins, including four genuine mentors.

  If Mo Poor was not too young, the assassin would have suspected that Mo Poor was a member of the Gamma Society.

  However, honors do not necessarily fully correspond to strength. Although mentors correspond to beta-level, there will also be a small group of novice members who are particularly strong.

   It seems that Mo Poor is that kind of particularly tough one.

   "No wonder the mentors can be killed. The Lanbai Society has updated its armed forces again. What is that wooden bird?" the assassin asked.

  Mo Poong gave him a blank look. He also knew that assassins were not afraid of interrogation, so he just asked casually. He didn't expect that the assassin not only didn't say anything, but also told him the opposite.

  He admitted that Mo Poor's marksmanship was superb, but he paid more attention to the wooden bird. In the end, the wooden bird flew wantonly in the air, beating down the assassin like a whirlwind, which was really terrifying.

  If every member has this thing, the personal ability of the members will be raised to another level.

  Mo Poor also guessed what he was afraid of when he asked this question, and said deliberately: "The club has approved the armed wood armored beasts. If you all have this strength, a random member of the Alpha club can kill a large group of assassins."

  Although honors are not titles of strength, members with high honors are often particularly powerful, because they have made outstanding achievements and have more containment points to strengthen themselves.

  Like Lord Gou, although he doesn’t have any absolute characteristics, he doesn’t know how much he has eaten just derivatives. He has eaten something like danmu for more than ten years.

   You must know that guy is a 'local tyrant' who has to use adaptive seeds to grow tobacco...

  After hearing Mo Poor's words, the assassin sneered and did not speak.

  Mo Poor tilted his head and said: "Or, are you just pretending to be a fake? The assassin a few days ago was also dressed in black, more than twice as strong as you. Why?"

   "Have you ever fished?" the assassin said suddenly.

  Mo Poor was shocked, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

   "When you think about this question clearly, you will know why." The assassin showed a mysterious smile.

  Mo Poor put the knife on his neck and said, "Tell me clearly, do you know anything?"

  The assassin giggled, stretched his neck with all his strength and sent it to the knife, causing an artery to burst and blood to burst on the spot.

  Mo Poor sighed, not surprised by the result, but the assassin's last words made him very concerned.

   Fishing...Little brother is fishing? Are you fishing for the blue and white club?

  Do you want to continue implementing today’s plan? Will there be any trap?

   Mo Poor escorted Haman towards the racecourse with doubts.

  He forced himself not to think about it again, but he always had an ominous premonition, as if it was related to a very important matter.

   Along the way, even because of distraction, he was almost approached by a mentor-level assassin.

   It was an assassin in white who suddenly jumped down from the sky. When he fell, he fell silently. By the time Mo Poor realized it, he had already approached within two meters.

  When Mo Poor found him, he saw only a cold light and a fleeting white shadow, and his vision was perfectly blocked.

"Ding!"

  Mo Poor tried his best to block, but was knocked over by a huge force, and staggered more than three meters.

  So strong, this is the first time he actually handed over the white-clothed assassins hand-to-hand. Before that, he killed them in a flash, which made these white-clothed assassins who claimed to be able to kill even Beta members dead for no reason.

  As soon as they fight at this moment, they know that this assassin is nearly twice as strong as him, with a strength of at least 1,500 kilograms.

  While extremely sensitive, it is also as fierce as a bear!

  If it’s only about strength, Mo Qiong is not in vain, no matter how strong he is, is he as strong as the ghost of Mount Tai?

  If it's just speed, Mo Qiong is not in vain, no matter how fast he wants to be?

  The combination of the two is a killing weapon.

   "Ding Ding!" Mo Poor blocked continuously, feeling as if his hand was about to break.

  He used both hands and was pressed and beaten.

   Unable to see the other party, Mo Poor can only be fooled!

   "Fighting..." Mo Poor waved a throwing knife and shot directly behind him.

   But this is obviously whimsical. Even if Mo Poor predicts the position, the opponent can even dodge bullets. This kind of shooting that does not directly lock the target, but hits somewhere in midair, can naturally dodge.

  However, Mo Poor couldn't throw the knife smoothly. He freed his hand, quickly took out two needles, and stuck them into his ears.

  In an instant, everything was silent, and he closed his hearing.

  Through the communicator, read the password silently, and play the reverse song.

   During the ten or so seconds of listening to the song, Mo Poor was about to dislocate his hand when he blocked it. The assassin in white suddenly hit him hard, and Mo Poor's knife was thrown out of his hand.

   "Dead!" The assassin in white snorted coldly.

  However, the moment the knife was released from his hand, it flew horizontally and collided with the assassin's Hidden Blade automatically!

   This move caused the Hidden Blade to deflect slightly, and it would still be able to pierce through the neck as usual.

  But when the Hidden Blade stabbed down, the assassin in white found that his neck had become thinner! The blow he was bound to get, he missed it and turned into a slap on the opponent's neck.

  Even so, he vomited all his strength, wanting to slap the neck off.

  Unexpectedly, the opponent was skeptical, suddenly shrank his legs and hugged his head, and the whole person rolled into a ball, and jumped out with a whimper.

   At the same time, Haman, who had been dragging his feet, suddenly felt his thighs in his arms become thinner and smaller, and slipped out of his hands.

  How could he let his thigh slip away, and hurriedly grabbed it, but only grabbed a boot and a pair of pants.

  Looking at Mo Poor again, he has turned into a little girl, shrinking into a ball and jumping out a few meters in an instant, then turned at an acute angle in the air, there was a ripple in the air, and then turned back in an instant.

   During this sudden turn, Mo Poor was already facing the enemy, and he took out a small dagger in his hand. His body and sword became a straight line, and he went straight to the assassin.

  Flying back and forth, flying like lightning!

   "Is this the runaway form of a member?" The assassin in white felt that Mo Qiong was so fast that he had already surpassed him.

  He dodged quickly, trying to get out of Mo Poor's field of view again, but Mo Poor's body was light, and he was much faster than turning around in the air before with the same strength.

   It is impossible to block his vision.

   Not only that, but Mo Poor even locked on the target, and it was useless for the assassin in white to escape to the ends of the earth.

   "Huh?" The assassin in white was amazed. He dodged six times in a row, and Mo Poor accurately predicted all six times.

  The sword in his hand seemed to be waved casually, and he went straight to him, no matter how he evaded, he followed him like a shadow.

  The white-clothed assassin tossed back and forth on the ground and mid-air, flipping and turning, but was always pursued by Mo Qiong.

   At the back, he simply retreated violently, only to see Mo Poor's little feet frantically kicking the air in mid-air, accelerating continuously, and then suddenly let go of his hand in mid-air, and the sword flew straight out of his hand.

"what?"

   "Ding!" The assassin in white suddenly drew a one-handed ax from behind, instantly blocking Mo Poor's short sword.

  The moment he blocked it, the corners of the white-clothed assassin's mouth curled up slightly. It was of no use, the strength was too weak.

  The assassin in white made a backhand force, trying to push the dagger back, and counterattacked.

  However, when he pushed with all his strength, he heard a click, and the ax shattered...

"what!"

  The assassin in white watched in horror as Mo Poor's flying sword pierced through the face of the axe, piercing his heart at an unabated speed.

"how is this possible…"

  The white-clothed assassin couldn't figure out how the sword could be so powerful, but knowing that he was bound to die, he slammed the broken one-handed ax over, trying to replace Mo Poor.

  Unexpectedly, Mo Poor had already pulled out his gun, and he flicked it like a convulsion!

   With a bang, the bullet sent half of the one-handed ax flying in the air.

  The white-clothed assassin's pupils shrank, this marksmanship...

   "The forty brothers in the temple... were you killed?" The assassin in white had lost all his strength, staggered against a tree behind him, and slid down slowly.

   "It's me." Mo Poor admitted.

   "Gamma? Forget it, it doesn't matter." The white-clothed assassin had seen the corpses in that place in the bedroom, and four of them were shot dead.

  Although most of them are fake, the white-clothed assassins are all real masters, and they were killed in real ways.

   No wonder I was unable to attack for a long time, and was killed by him...

  During the final moments, the assassin in white looked at the black dots flying in the sky, which were his beloved eagles.

  He closed his eyes slowly. At this moment, Mo Poor suddenly asked, "What do you mean by fishing?"

  The assassin who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Poor, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile, that smile was as weird and inexplicable as the previous black-clothed assassin.

   "When you think about this question clearly, you will know."

   "Eh?" Mo Poor frowned, and said these words again, the same way that person answered him before.

  There must be a mystery in this!

   But after the white-clothed assassin finished speaking, the last of his strength was gone, and he died silently under the tree.

  Seeing him dying, Mo Qiong was at a loss.

   "What the **** does fishing mean?"

  He felt that there must be something strange, there must be a huge conspiracy hidden here.

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  (end of this chapter)