John was moving quickly through the streets, and although he seemed to be walking briskly rather than running, he was not inferior to the average person running with all his might.

And he didn't walk in a straight line, constantly turning into alleys, constantly relying on the terrain to cover his tracks.

Ten minutes later, John stopped in a dim, foul-smelling alleyway, squinted his eyes at the light of the street outside the alleyway, controlled his breathing, and waited slowly.

After a few minutes, no figure appeared, and he had just been moving quickly, and he had just noticed no one following him.

John breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he should have been overly nervous, and that the other party might have only sent the strong man in the suit, and no one else.

Who are they, and how did they find him?

John frowned and thought about it, thinking that the biggest possibility was that he was noticed by some people during the day when he was searching for clues in those places where Guo Tianxiang had been for a long time.

It seems that Guo Tianxiang should have been exposed, and maybe the connection with them has been known by others, which is waiting for him to come to the door.

However, the other party only sent the strong man in the suit to look for him, but it was a little strange, didn't he find out his true identity?

No, they came prepared, otherwise the strong man in the suit would not have come to his senses so quickly, obviously the other party already knew his ability!

Thinking like this, John's heart, which had just been slightly relieved, was raised again.

Then he suddenly noticed that there was a faint humming sound that he had just ignored, and now that it seemed to be a little louder, and he began to look left and right, looking for where the sound was coming from.

The alleyway was pitch black, and his night vision was stronger than that of ordinary people, but he couldn't see everything clearly, but with the help of his hearing, he was able to make sure that the sound was not coming from the alleyway.

He suddenly looked up and looked upwards, and was shocked to find that a fist-sized, pitch-black flying machine was hovering five or six meters above his head.

Obviously, this thing was in a higher position before, and now it has just been lowered in height, so he has not noticed it before.

What is this thing? drone?

He knows that Chinese drones are advanced, but ...... Is it so advanced?

Won't there be some mosquito-sized micro-drone that shoots anesthetic needles at him?

He wasn't interested in figuring out what that little thing was now, and it was obvious that his whereabouts had been exposed again, but it would be easy to know what it was tracking, and then he could avoid the sight in the air.

But when he was about to rush out of the alleyway, he was choked by the neck, and then his feet were off the ground, and the whole person was slapped against the wall.

The hand that was holding his neck was very strong, and he grabbed the other's wrists with both hands, like holding an iron tong, and he didn't move at all, and the other party seemed to be wearing gloves, and there was a strange cold and smooth feeling to the touch, like some special ceramic or metal.

He raised his head and went to the other person's eyes for the first time.

Although the light in the alleyway was dim, the moonlight seeping between the two buildings above his head and the faint light spilling from outside the alleyway were enough for him to see to a certain extent.

However, to his shock, he looked down, normally the person who choked his neck was located, but there was nothing, and his eyes could directly see the wall on the other side of the alleyway, and even the filth on the side of the wall.

When he looked back, he found that the solid arm that was holding his neck was also nothing.

That guy is stealthy?!

As he thought this, his right hand quickly took out a small white porcelain knife from his pocket and stabbed it at the position of the arm he was holding.

will be invisible, that is very likely, the other party is also a "blood clan".

As long as it is a "blood clan", then his small porcelain knife can play a miraculous effect, and stealth is useless!

But his small porcelain knife did not stab anything as expected, not that the arm had disappeared from form, but that his wrist holding the knife had been accurately restrained by another large hand like an iron pincer.

John's own strength is already far stronger than ordinary people, even if he is a strong man champion and a heavyweight weightlifter, he will not be inferior to him in the slightest, but after being choked by the neck and clamped by the wrist, he knows that his strength is crushed by the other party.

But he didn't give up resisting, bent his legs and prepared to kick hard, forcing the other party to let go, widening the distance, and then trying to force the other party to show his body and look for opportunities to look at each other.

However, as soon as his legs were bent, his body was choked by the other party with one hand and wrist with the other, grabbed and slammed twice against the wall.

The wrist holding the small porcelain knife was twisted, and the knife was taken away, and then his stomach was smashed three times with his fist, each punch was forceful through the back, as if the whole body was discounted, and he instantly lost his resistance.

The stormy beating lasted less than ten seconds, but John was already convulsing like a broken eggplant, unable to resist.

He was once again held up by the neck and against the wall, and this time, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

But when John saw that figure, he couldn't help but be stunned, even though he was used to walking in darkness and blood, even if he had seen all kinds of strange things and terrifying existences, at this time he still couldn't help but feel a cool feeling in his heart.

This "person" who blocked him in the alley and beat him half to death, choking him by the neck, his naked body was covered with spider silk lines, and he looked like he was wearing a straitjacket - but he could see at a glance that it was not a straitjacket, but the other party's "skin"!

The other man wears a helmet on his head, but John knows that the other person is not looking through the gray shield on the helmet, but through peeping at the camera above him - so he can't meet the other person's line of sight, which also dashes his last hope of turning the table.

He was proud of his ability to run rampant in the city and in human society, but he was easily restrained by the other party, crushed in all directions, and had no power to fight back.

He now regrets it very much, regrets that he was not careful enough, regrets that he failed to coax a little more, before setting out, after perceiving the old guys' fear of the East, he should mention a hundred times more caution and attention, and symbolically come to China to hang around.

Anyway, it's those old guys who are facing the stage limit, and it's not him. Although he can get the most benefit from finding Guo Tianxiang or other "blood descendants", if he dies here, everything is nothing.

No wonder those old guys have all kinds of excuses not to come to China by themselves.

He remembered what the old guys used to say, for them, the European "blood clan", China, North America, and Japan are the three most dangerous regions, and these three places can always give birth to the most barbaric, murderous, and tyrannical existences.

Of course, every time this kind of topic is mentioned, the old guys always have to put away their fear and jealousy in the end, and add a few words with a little pride, those "barbarians" are the same as "blood beasts", they are just arrogant for a while, and there are few who can live for ten years.

"If you live long enough, you can see the corpses of your enemies flowing down the river. ”

"Living gracefully and for a long time is the true meaning of 'Bloodline'. ”

Of course, the premise is not to encounter those "murderous" and "tyrannical" existences.

Just when John thought that he was about to be devoured by this "murderous" monster from the East, the other party's helmet, which looked very technological, suddenly slowly opened the mask.

He saw a pair of round eyes that were not covered by eyelids, very different from ordinary humans, those eyeballs were barely visible, and they were pitch black.

Opportunity!

Although I don't know why the other party suddenly showed his eyes, this is an opportunity to fight back, and John will never let it go.

He stared into the other's eyes, his unbroken left hand clinging to the wrist around his neck, allowing himself to barely make a sound.

To his surprise, the other party's hand holding his neck actually let go, allowing him to make a sound easily, as if deliberately creating space for him to display his abilities.

"The eye is a delicate and wonderful organ, and more than 75 percent of the information processed in the human brain comes from the eye. However, most people think that the eyes are the terminal that only obtains information, and the brain is the last to make decisions, and at most it is only deceived by visual information. But they don't know that the 'terminal' of the eye can also be invaded, which in turn directly affects the brain's decision-making. Those who were the first to say that 'eyes are windows to the soul' may not realize that there is actually a more direct way to interpret this sentence. ”

The sound of metal particles rubbing against each other in the low and hoarse voice is in an indifferent tone and English with a little Chinese accent, explaining some "truths" that ordinary people cannot understand.

John's murmuring of strange syllables slowly stopped, and panic and despair appeared in his blue eyes again, he knew that his hypnosis had failed, and even if the other party did not have the helmet and camera to isolate his vision, he could not use his abilities.

Looking condescendingly at John Cavendish who was slumped on the ground, "Mr. Liang" said indifferently in English: "There's a black RV on the side of the road outside, clean up before you go up." ”

After a few moments, John noticed that the terrifying figure had disappeared again, and the shadow of the little drone was not visible overhead.

He didn't know if the terrifying creature was just stealth, still hiding at his side, and if the drone had just risen in altitude and hid in the night.

But he knows that he can't run away, his methods are known to the other party, and they are all ineffective, in other people's territory, since he didn't kill him immediately, then maybe there is still a chance to negotiate?

As long as he can survive, as long as there is a chance to survive, then he will definitely seize it.

John lifted his spirits a little and got up from the ground, his right wrist, which had just been twisted into a twist, had recovered quite a bit, and his fingers could barely move.

His back was still a little awkward, and there was a pain when he walked, which made him walk like a duck, but he didn't dare to stay in the alleyway for too long, for fear of angering the horrible fellow, so he endured the pain and limped out step by step.

Walking out of the alleyway, I saw a wide GMC black modified RV parked on the side of the road, and the driver sitting in the cab was the strong man in a suit who went into the bar to find him.

The strong man glanced back at him, then withdrew his gaze, looking not surprised at all.

John sighed slightly, and reached out to open the door on the carriage, but before he could reach the handle, he noticed the stain on his hand and thought of the words of the "terrifying being".

He swallowed, retracted his hand, and rubbed it vigorously on the suit jacket that had been custom-made for so much money at the old handmade custom shop in Florence, then took off the coat, wiped it on his buttocks, pants, and shoes, and finally looked at it with nostalgia and threw it on the side of the road.

Just as he was about to open the door, the window of the cab suddenly came down, and the strong man glanced at the blazer on the side of the road, and then at the trash can not far away.

John couldn't help but choke, his hand holding the doorknob tightened, and finally leaned over to pick up his blazer, walked a few steps, and stuffed it into the recyclable side of the trash can.

The interior of the GMC RV is very spacious, not much luxurious, but it has a strong sense of technology, full of various screens, and many operation buttons, which looks more like the operation room of a precision instrument.

There was no one in the back compartment, and when he got into the car and closed the door, he prepared to sit in the only wide seat.

The driver's voice sounded over the intercom in the carriage: "Don't sit in a chair, that's not for you to sit on." ”

John was stunned for a moment, and looked around the carriage, there were no other seats, but he only hesitated for a moment, and then sat down in the corner against the wall of the carriage with his knees crossed.

The RV drove slowly.

Just when John was a little nervous and wanted to test whether the invisible "terrifying being" was also in the car, the very characteristic low and hoarse voice sounded:

"You were in Montamira before?"

John was stunned for a moment, and was sure that the voice was coming from the only seat in front of him, and that "terrifying being" actually got into the car without a sound, and he didn't feel it at all?

"Yes...... Because I heard about what happened on the night of March 8th, I stopped by Montamira before coming to China. John told the truth, and the question made him realize that the people who were with the tall Burmese boy and stopped him on the street of Montamira for questioning were probably in league with the "terrifying being."

"Are you from Europe or from the Americas?"

"I'm ...... From Europe, Slovakia ......," John said carefully.

"Oh, Europe, isn't it the one who ...... the 'Red Rose'?" "Mr. Liang" chuckled, and the figure slowly appeared.

"You...... You know us?" John thought was a good sign.

But the next sentence of "Mr. Liang" made him fall into an ice cave.

"You know, it's just some poor worms who only dare to dig holes and hide, and rely on deception to support themselves, comparing who can live longer. ”