Overturned Tower

After that, Russell felt that the relationship between strangulation and himself was much closer.

Russell and Hang Hang made an appointment to continue exploring together in the dream world tonight.

Immediately, they left the basement—one of the reasons was that Russell's transformation time had passed halfway, and he needed to find a place to reset his transformation.

"-Wait a moment."

When they hadn't returned to the hall from the small door and were still walking on the stairs, Strangler suddenly pressed Russell's shoulder.

The lion narrowed his eyes slightly, and his temperament gradually became dangerous: "Something happened."

"do you need my help?"

"This is my place."

The lion glanced at Russell: "You stay here first."

Afterwards, his whole body turned into a crimson flame, gushing out—

Russell leaned over to see what was happening outside.

A group of menacing-looking people blocked the door.

Those "guests" did not leave, but gathered to the other side and confronted the group.

Their numbers are overwhelming, but their expressions are still serious.

the reason is simple. Because of the group of troublemakers, everyone has undergone a fairly high degree of prosthetic transformation.

"...It's them."

Russell murmured softly.

He immediately recognized the group as... the veil of ignorance.

The wealthiest underground organization in Downtown.

They were the ones who controlled Xiao Liuli and sent "security personnel" to break into Tianen Daily.

Through this method of recruitment and training, they gradually transferred the force from the lower city to the upper city.

If it wasn't for the Little Liuli incident, I'm afraid they would have continued to garrison troops like this.

Russell continued to listen for a while, realizing that they seemed to be looking for trouble with the Birds of Paradise...

The two gangsters that Russell and Paradise Bird killed before were theirs.

"Strangle the boss," said the woman in the lead with a sharp voice, "this person is probably not one of yours, right?

"We avenge the dead allies, is this what you allowed?"

"That's because I saved him, but they wanted to **** my medicine..."

Paradise Bird struggled to argue.

"Isn't that so?"

The woman was aggressive and spoke very fast: "If you saved him, why did he come back to grab your medicine? Or, is it really your medicine?

"How can you prove that you didn't steal their medicine and kill them?"

"Because I am a physician myself!"

The voice of Paradise Bird became louder, but it was still weak in front of the woman.

"How old are you?"

The woman said disdainfully: "You are only fourteen or fifteen years old, so you can weave things better?

"Apart from anything else, you don't have any weapons on you. The two young men in our family are carrying something on their bodies... If you didn't attack them first, how could you be so intact?"

"I…"

Paradise Bird was out of breath, but unable to speak.

Up to this time, she has not confessed to the hairdresser as a "witness" and also as another "assailant".

But because of this, the loopholes in her words cannot be explained.

The woman in the lead saw that the Paradise Bird could not be distinguished, so she showed a smug smile, and said politely to the strangler beside her: "Boss strangler, you have seen it too. She has nothing to distinguish.

"Why don't we give you face. We promise, if after the investigation is over, this matter really has nothing to do with her...or if she is indeed a pharmacist, we won't bother her...How about it?"

Hanging glanced at the bird of paradise, and then at the woman who took the lead.

Suddenly he sneered.

"'Lover', put away your tricks. You just took a fancy to this little pigeon's ability as a doctor, and wanted to find an excuse to take her away forcibly.

"But these days, who doesn't lack good doctors?"

"Your words... are you trying to rob someone from us?"

The woman called "Lover" said quickly: "We came here with a mission, and we didn't come here specifically to catch her—are you sure you don't listen to what our boss is going to bring?"

"I want to listen to what I bring, and I want to protect people."

Stretch said leisurely: "Don't show those dirty paws in front of me..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and suddenly grasped the void beside him.

As his five fingers with thick knuckles clenched tightly, an invisible approaching to strangle...or in other words, the person approaching the Bird of Paradise beside him was grabbed by the neck and pulled out alive from the void.

A crimson flame ignited from his palm—it was obvious that the opponent had undergone more than 70% transformation, and had basically become an iron bump. But it was still instantly ignited by the blood-colored flame, making a mournful howl and struggling violently.

The **** flames, wrapped in hot wind, swept across with a bang, forcing the surrounding crowd to take a step back.

In just four or five seconds, when the blood dissipated... the man, the prosthetic body, the clothing, and the body that didn't participate much were all roasted into a charred black mass that exuded a pungent smell.

Strangling was just a little force in the palm of the hand, crushing the part that was originally the man's neck. The "head" also fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing this terrifying scene, the woman called "Lover" only turned slightly pale, but did not recede.

She just emphasized: "We follow the law of vengeance that you set—she killed us, and we will take responsibility.

"Excuse me, Boss Hang, what's wrong with us doing this? Can you tell the cause and effect in front of so many people?"

Hearing this, Russell reacted.

His initial feeling was correct, there was indeed something wrong with Strangling's control over his field.

Hanging did not tell everyone the secret order of the "melting pot". When Russell said the word, only "Happy Sorrow" reacted.

And when I gave instructions after the strangling, I only told her to remember the faces of "the barber and the bird of paradise"... Of course, there is also a reason for the good memory, and the other reason, presumably, is that the strangling's control power is not actually there. so high.

He must maintain a reign of terror to increase his control over the White Lions with deterrence.

And this means that he does not actually have core competitiveness in the field of "underground gangs"... But the positioning of the White Lion Group is obviously biased towards "judgment". The "White Lion Group" will be taken as the "first choice".

This means that other organizations headed by the "Veil of Ignorance" have more core competitiveness.

…like being rich.

With people's hearts fluttering, there are not many people who can be strangled and completely trusted. Otherwise, this woman who doesn't look stupid must not dare to ask such a question.

It's because... If Strangler attacks her at this time, it will show his weakness and prove the deterioration of the White Lion Team.

And she appears to be nothing more than a middle-level leader.

The fact that she dared to say that directly in public proved that it was no longer a secret.

Then it's time for me to step in, Russell thought.

"—very simple."

A calm and gentle voice sounded from the small door: "Because we are the one who takes revenge."

A young man with a dark blue long ponytail walked out slowly.

He held out his long, slender right index finger and twirled the pistol he had seized from the man.

The barber walked up to the "lover" on his own, with a warm smile on his face that never disappeared: "I was attacked by your people, and then I killed one. Then I asked Paradise Bird to hold this gun and shoot the other One kills... what's the problem?"

"…who are you?"

The lover frowned.

She vaguely realized that this person was difficult to deal with.

"Second in command of the White Lions. 'The Barber,' my brother."

The one who spoke was strangulation.

He crossed his arms and said calmly: "For a long time, many strategies of the White Lion Group have been secretly formulated by the barber. But now, I decided to invite him to the stage.

"That is to say, the veil of ignorance—you tried to attack the top of the White Lion Group. And now you dare to continue to make trouble?"

A lion with a white mane, with dark golden pupils flowing with anger that seems to melt everything.

"No, strangling. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

The barber smiled gently, and softly dissuaded the strangler.

And to everyone's surprise...Strangling really listened to the barber's wisdom and calmed down.

Instead, people began to believe that this blue-haired young man was really the strategist of the White Lion Group.

The barber stretched out his white left hand to his lover, and bowed slightly, as if a gentleman wanted to shake hands with her to make peace.

"I believe that you didn't mean it either, right?"

The barber had a gentle smile and eyes as calm as water.

The lovers also realize that the situation has become troublesome. She held out her left hand hesitantly and held it with Russell: "Yes, we..."

She was only halfway through her words when intense fear and pain suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She let out a miserable cry, but the thugs behind her dared not raise their weapons against the barber!

Because, without warning, a blood-red flame ignited on the hand that shook hands with the barber before—

The same blood fire as "strangling", the magic fire that can instantly burn out a highly prosthetic thug!

That is different from the flame that burns that person instantly, this flame eats away at the "lover"'s hand very slowly.

"Quickly cut off your own arm."

The gentle smile on the barber's face still persisted, and he said with a smile, "This is a reward."

The "lover"'s head was covered with cold sweat, and he could only scream, unable to think.

At this moment, one of the "highly modified people" behind her suddenly pulled out a light blade and chopped off her lover's right arm shoulder-to-shoulder.

- That's a psionic weapon.

Although the flame only burned a third of her forearm, her entire arm was cut off.

Then, he took out the spray and hit his lover's right arm three times. The blood stopped quickly.

"Apologize to you, Your Excellency."

The distinctive synthetic man didn't open his mouth, and a mechanical synthetic voice came out: "We don't mean to offend.

"Lover, apologize to Mr. Barber."

He turned his head to the "lover" and ordered: "Thank you, sir, for your kindness to spare your life."

"...thank...thank you..."

"Lover" is covered with fine sweat from being burned and having his arms cut off.

In fact, she realized something the moment she saw the flame, but she didn't dare to say it here~www.readwn.com~ She could only bend down, and stammered almost humblely: "The day after tomorrow... nine in the morning At this point, we are going to hold a comprehensive meeting on how to distribute a wave of precious healing chips. Only the leaders of specific organizations such as the 'White Lion Group' who have received invitations can go..."

As she spoke, she respectfully flattered the barber and said in a lower voice, "Of course, you can too.

"Leaders, you can bring some people with you. After the meeting, those chips will be removed directly...the location is here."

She took out a paper invitation letter and subconsciously wanted to hand it over to Strangler, but when she saw the barber, her hand suddenly froze and hung in the air, not knowing who to give it to.

"Let's be strangled."

The barber stroked her hair and said gently, "It's all the same."

The moment the lover touched her hair with the hairdresser's hand, she trembled, but she held back the trembling and handed the invitation letter to the strangulation with one arm.

Afterwards, they almost fled away.

The barber raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Although it was "distribute chips" on the surface, he easily guessed the nature of the meeting the day after tomorrow.

— This is the first "offline gathering" of the new generation of mages. That's why only the "leader of a specific organization" can come, but he can come instead.

Those people should know the existence of the mage, so they are so humble to the barber.

The barber glanced back at the bird of paradise.

She seemed to be afraid, so she didn't look up to this side, so she didn't meet the hairdresser's eyes.

...Enough news for you, little angel.

I remember that the starting point will work two days later, shake a big brother over here.

Russell thought to himself.