Overturned Tower

Hive Nightclub, 18th floor.

In front of the inferior, a bunch of people had fallen scattered.

This was not expected.

Ordinary people—or even illegal psychics, once approached by inferiors, there is almost no room for resistance.

No matter how thick the shield is, no matter how strong the prosthetic body is... no matter the monster-like muscles, or the huge combat machinery controlled by the "pilots", it is meaningless in front of the inferior.

just touch...

Yes, with just one touch.

He squats down extremely lightly and leans back, dodging an electrified steel whip thrown at an angle.

Just like a boxer.

The inferior approached like lightning, and punched a very light and fast jab.

It's like the slapstick between lovers, or the strength when old friends pat their shoulders when they meet on the road-you can't even feel the pain.

But the body of the person who was attacked suddenly froze, his body tightened as if he felt some fear in advance.

At this time, the inferior stretched out his hands.

His iconic pair of black leather gloves had been taken off at some point, revealing those slender and powerful hands.

That didn't look like the hand of someone who'd been in a lot of combat.

It doesn't even have calluses for holding weapons, but it's not thin, but has a healthy shape.

Judging from the appearance, it is more likely to be associated with a pianist.

But perhaps only the inferior knows how many lives have been indirectly taken by these hands so far.

-Snapped.

Follow the low fives lightly.

The person he attacked suddenly froze and fell down. The prosthesis on his body sparked and was paralyzed.

And those people who were limp on the ground suddenly trembled, and the already damaged prosthetic body further burst into cracks.

But even so... Someone has already got up again.

Coupled with the people coming in one after another, the inferiors frowned.

As long as these people don't draw out long-range weapons, they have no threat to the inferior. But it's inconvenient for the inferior ones to kill him... This will make these people push forward and keep coming to interfere with him.

They move very slowly. It can even be said to be leisurely...or in other words, walking slowly on purpose.

But the inferior ones can knock people down easily, but they can't knock them back and fly them away. They just use their bodies to pile up here, and the inferior ones can't go anywhere.

It is impossible to push them away directly—after all, they are holding high-voltage electric batons in their hands.

It can even be said that if they rush forward directly, it will be difficult for the inferior ones to keep their hands... But it is also because of this that he is more aware that these people just want to hold him back.

If you keep fighting like this, there will be no end to it.

After all, physical strength is not unlimited, and sooner or later, the movements will start to become sluggish... One mistake, maybe it will really be caught.

However, he wasn't too worried.

Based on the experience of the inferiors, this is probably just a boring warm-up activity. Waiting for the warm-up entertainment before the real man behind the scenes is ready.

"—I say."

The iron mask on the child's face suddenly let out a muffled, voice-altered voice: "You really hate 'heroes', so you send that newcomer to carry out the mission, right?"

After the iron mask spoke, the zombie-like crowd that was approaching slowly stopped suddenly.

"Oh, that's not true."

The inferior responded indifferently: "Although he is also a hero, that child is an 'unconscious hero'. He does not yearn for a hero, nor does he hate a hero. This state is the safest.

"I didn't expect that you could say such a thing..."

"I'm not completely convinced, after all, I can't rule out acting."

"so what?"

A dull, instrument-altered voice came from the iron mask: "So what are you going to do?"

"That is to say... I can come and play with you for a while. But it's best not to touch him yet."

The poor one snapped his fingers, making a crisp sound of knuckles.

There was a light blue gleam at the bottom of his pupils, which was a kind of luster similar to aquamarine: "Now that you have started communicating with me, shouldn't this boring farce come to an end?"

This was the third time he had fought against the leader of the "Silence of Ignorance".

The first time the other party kidnapped a little boy on the middle floor of the Xingfu Building; the second time he kidnapped a **** the middle floor of the hospital.

That person is using these children to force the inferior to play vile "games" with him.

Those two times were about the same as now.

Inside that iron mask, there is a very sophisticated programmed bomb.

If you try to take off the iron mask directly, or make the child's height rise or fall by half a meter from the current level... the bomb will explode.

Because of the special psychic power of the inferior, if he uses his psychic power to attack others with all his strength, the mask will explode; and if he tries to take off the mask of any "follower", or ignore him and run away, the iron mask will explode. Masks will also be exploded by remote control.

The range of the explosion would not be too high—it would just kill the child.

This is the "forced exit penalty" provided by the opponent to the inferior.

But of course the inferior will not be willing.

The mask can only be removed after the underdog has followed the instructions to complete the other's "game"...but it will still explode after the countdown ends.

The first game was "hide and seek". The inferior must silently knock down six people who are avoiding him in the happiness building within the specified range and without causing commotion, obtain a letter from them, and finally spell out a secret order.

This is not difficult for the inferior. He did it with ease, and the final answer was "SHABBY"...his name.

—From that moment on, the inferior realized that the other party was after him.

The second game is much more difficult than the first.

The game called "Bandit" requires the inferior to crouch in the elevator, wait for the elevator to be called away, and **** the thing held by the first person to enter the elevator, and bring it to the girl— Repeat this until the "five materials" are gathered. If the item is stolen or taken back, this time it will not be counted... continue to accumulate to five.

It seems that there is no difficulty... But in the hands of the five people, some are holding emergency medicines, some are holding medical records and documents, some are holding crutches, and... There is also a wife, holding with his own child.

The underdogs at that time realized.

The purpose of the other party is to make him lower his bottom line step by step-to make the inferior gradually do more and more excessive things.

This kind of bad and playful behavior is more like being sought for personal revenge than "letting the symbol of the inferior be knocked down". Because the other party didn't even notify the reporter, and asked the inferior not to seek help from the executive department.

In this way, even if the mask really explodes... it has nothing to do with the inferior.

Because no one knows that this matter has anything to do with him.

— but the inferior never allow themselves to escape.

Even if he escaped, no one would know, and the inferior would never be willing to deceive himself like this.

In that case, what is the difference from those wastes?

The iron mask let out a sharp and strange smile, and a fifteen-minute countdown suddenly flashed on his forehead:

"The game this time is very simple. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com has no complicated rules...or in other words, there are no rules."

"What do you mean?"

"Fifteen minutes. The bomb will explode in fifteen minutes, but I will tell you directly... this bomb is driven by a matrix, the interface protocol is T-P-T, and a magnetic decoder is used for physical linking. As long as there is a psionic A hacker willing to get inside the mask has a chance of stopping the explosion.

"But until then, these 'workers' will slowly move forward and try to attack the psychic hacker.

"And the bomb this time... will have a little more weight. At least it's okay to kill everyone on this floor. If this floor collapses... maybe the people above will die too."

The voice of the mask said lightly.

"...Are you going to blow up your own followers?"

The inferior man sullenly asked in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that they will choose to rebel after hearing this?"

"Then guess, why did I tell you the rules of the game now?"

Under the iron mask, there was a hearty and almost crazy laughter: "After entering the space where you are, they have suppressed their hearing to a thousand points according to the illegal prosthetic body and long-term chip I provided. One, make the body recover quickly. Although your psionic energy can still cause damage to the prosthetic body, it is no longer possible to permanently knock them down.

"Or there is another solution. That is to kill the child directly. The countdown to the bomb may stop, but the program will also collapse immediately.

"—This time the game is called Caged Bird.

"The moment the cage is opened, there is only freedom—or death.

"How would you choose?"