"Who is it? Get the hell out of here! ”

No. 8 was holding No. 2 in his hand, and normally he would not show his emotions at all, but at this time, he looked around fiercely with hatred, trying to find the invisible enemy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There seemed to be a faint white smoke in front of the young man curled up in the corner, like a mist, if No. 2 was awake at this time, she would definitely recognize that this smoke should be the prelude to the materialization of the ideas of A-level or above ideation talents, but at this time No. 2 was still unconscious, and No. 8, who had only been on a mission with No. 2, didn't know what the strange scene in front of him meant, he just instinctively raised his hand.

"Shoot him!"

Tasks, hostages, organization.

At this moment, he was not in the mind of Number Eight, he only knew that Number Two was now seriously injured and unconscious, and it was very likely that it was related to the white smoke in front of him, and he had no reason to let these white smoke develop, or even protect the person behind him.

In response to the quiet silence of the eight, he couldn't believe that the subordinates around him didn't obey his orders at all, his palm moved slightly, and three small knives with cold light appeared between his fingers, raising his vigilance, cautiously looking at the black-clothed people around him, and the eight couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart!

Obviously standing there with a gun, but the sound of breathing heard by his ears was long and gentle, which was clearly in a state of deep sleep, and for people like them, they lived a life of licking blood from morning to night, how could they sleep so dead, the song ......

No. 8 suddenly slapped his right arm with his backhand, and the knife between his fingers cut three deep blood marks on the skin, and the severe pain hit, No. 8 felt that the song had a much smaller impact on him, and subconsciously wanted to wake up the four black-clothed people around him in the same way, so useless, cutting off any piece of flesh on his face hurt and did not affect the battle.

"Poo, poo, poo, poof."

The four sharp knives that shot out flipped and fell to the side of Eight, still as if they were bounced back with air, and the knives that attacked came back without achieving any purpose, and Eight's face was a little ugly, it seemed that the opponent was not an idiot, and he didn't plan to let him find some helpers at all.

"Since it's one-on-one, what don't you dare to show?!"

No. 8 had already passed the period of blood rushing, he calmed down, took No. 2 into his arms, and vigilantly stared at the gradually thickening white mist, believing that the person he wanted to see should appear there soon.

Although the white mist was thick, it didn't look like a human form, No. 8 didn't dare to be careless, and continued to stare at the mist, as the mist gradually drifted towards the boy who didn't know whether to fall asleep or pass out, No. 8 suddenly realized the other party's purpose, seriously injuring them or killing them is not the most important thing, the most important thing is to take their mission goal away!

"Don't think about it!"

The singing in his ears continued, and No. 8 guessed that the other party should be a person with a talent for ideas, with enough minds to shock No. 2 and enough minds to control them, but they didn't necessarily have the physical strength to fight him, No. 8 almost instinctively put No. 2 down, and the whole person pounced on the boy's body like a leopard.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof!"

Eight didn't expect that he would be attacked by his opponent first, and he hit his opponent a few times with his physical instinct, and he was able to sense that his opponent's strength was insufficient, but his moves and reactions were much faster, and Eight stood firm and put on a posture, without the contempt at the beginning.

The strength of the opponent seems to be not limited to the mind, the high-level mind talent rarely practices the physical martial arts so high, the best example is the number two, and his current opponent is the most mysterious team at the bottom of the Huafang pressure box?

"I didn't expect that a small resident ambassador would be able to use that team."

At this time, No. 8 had a vague year in his heart, and he was afraid that there was no way to complete the task of their group, in order to make up for it, if he could ask some inside story of "that team" from the opponent's mouth, he might not be punished too severely by the organization when he returned.

No. 8 compared the current situation between him and No. 2, and felt that he should be able to test the other party's bottom line a little deeper.

The white mist consciously re-accumulated around the boy, and the eighth saw that it was already looming, he knew that the other party still wanted to take the boy, but at this moment when he had not been able to avoid punishment, he felt that he could not just sit back, so he raised his hand and slapped it hard before the opponent could react.

"Ahh

No. 2's voice was a little sad, originally the sea of thoughts was lost most of it, and after sensing that something was wrong, she had desperately overdrawn in order to maintain No. 8's combat effectiveness, and she was supposed to cultivate quietly now, but she was pierced through the upper arm muscles by No. 8's hand knife, which was what she was most afraid of, even if she died, she would come back to life.

"That voice, it's so annoying!"

If the people in black were awake at this time, they would see a scene that surprised them, the eight, who had always been the second follower in their minds, was now covered with a black background picture, and the two, who had always been commanding, didn't have any intention of going crazy after being stabbed awake by the eight.

"Mine, the sea of thoughts, will be shattered."

Although No. 2 explained this, he still frowned painfully, focusing all his attention, and the vague singing in his ears seemed to be a little stronger, and No. 2 was not sure that he could break the other party's mind.

"Broken is broken, broken is better than dead."

Unlike the big emotional fluctuations just now, No. 8's whole person at this time was like a hell messenger who had fallen into the dark system, and No. 2 couldn't help but shudder, but he didn't even dare to say a word.

In the sea of barely condensed thoughts, all thoughts were wrapped into a ball, although she wanted to try to lock the direction of the opponent, but it was still a little difficult, and the eighth standing beside her was a little impatient, and her eyes were firmly fixed in the direction of the young man: "What is there to hesitate?" Just smash it over there! ”

Number Two almost instinctively did what Number Eight said, as a B+-level mind talent, she still couldn't materialize her thoughts, but under the attack of the broken cauldron that she desperately shattered the sea of thoughts, the attack she threw out still made people feel a faint state of fog.

"Boom~~~"

The white smoke that made Eight unpleasant to look at before instantly enveloped the attack thrown by Two, and Two leaned straight back to the bottom, losing consciousness in an instant. (To be continued.) )