Old Town Winter Street

The Prophet and the Dark Serpent pushed open the broken glass door of the clinic, and the bell hung on the door screeched to the ground.

"What's wrong?" A woman in a slightly yellowed nurse's uniform looked down at the magazine and said.

"Heart disease." The Prophet approached the woman and whispered.

The woman was slightly stunned when she heard her voice, and her hand turning the page stopped in mid-air with the paper in her hand.

"Long time no see, Xintong." The Prophet looked at the woman in front of him and said, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I'm getting more and more mature." ”

"For a long time.... Missing. Xintong closed the magazine and whispered.

The Prophet glanced at the small clinic in front of him, two dirty beds covered with crisp white sheets, and slightly rusty IV stands quietly in the corner.

"I want to meet Chiju." The Prophet glanced around and said to the Heart Child.

He ..... He's not here...," stammered.

The Dark Snake sighed and walked straight to a wooden door next to the counter, and the heart boy shouted not to open it, but before the words could be heard, the Dark Snake kicked and smashed the wooden door.

As sawdust flew, a bearded man in a white coat appeared from behind the door, apparently standing here eavesdropping for a long time.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive." The Dark Serpent smirked.

"Do you want to do it again?" The Prophet stood in front of Chiju and looked up and said, Chiju was a head taller than her.

"Ten years have passed." Chiju bypassed the Prophet and said, "Are you still dead?" Xintong quickly stood up, and Chiju then sat down and took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

"We are human beings, we have always been human beings, but they treat us like aliens." The Prophet turned around and said, "Think about how wonderful it is for us to live together, to have fun and to play with humanity. ”

"Crown-sounding." Chiju snorted lightly, then lit the cigarette in his hand, "You have always exaggerated your selfish desires to a high level. ”

Chiju glanced coldly at the Prophet and said, "I fell for you last time, but not this time, and besides, the tattoos on your face are disgusting. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" The dark snake couldn't suppress the anger in his heart at this time, and rushed towards Senju with a wave of his hand, and the flowing black viscous liquid gradually floated up from between the sleeves of his clothes, and then quickly wrapped his entire right arm.

But Qianju didn't even raise his head, an invisible energy erupted from his body, I saw his white coat flick slightly, and then the rushing dark snake seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, only to see that his throat appeared to be slightly pinched, the dark snake stopped in place, waving his hands to slap off the thing that choked his neck, but he only touched his own neck.

"Where's the little bastard?" A hint of murderous intent flashed through Senju's eyes.

Seeing this, a thick black smoke quickly spread from her body, and a wisp of black smoke spiraled up the dark snake's legs, and with a gentle flick, the energy on the dark snake's neck instantly dissipated, and then the dark snake knelt on the ground and coughed violently.

Qianju squinted at the prophet in front of him through his drooping messy hair and said, "Isn't this Zhao Ziqing's power?" You are not only a liar but also a thief. ”

"How could it be his?" The Prophet condensed a dark cyclone in his hands.

"What the hell are you going to do? Is it to survive? Still is..... Die? The Prophet looked down at the cyclone in his hand.

"Hey, do you want to be so aggressive?" Chiju panicked.

“3。”

"You made me think about it!"

“2。”

"I'm with ......" Before Chiju could finish speaking, the cyclone in the prophet's hand had already penetrated Chiju's chest, and streams of black and red blood gushed out from Chiju's mouth and nose, Chiju twitched and put his hands against the wound on his chest, before he could activate it, Chiju's upper body exploded instantly, and in the blink of an eye, red and white liquid spread all over every inch of the small clinic.

A white light enveloped the prophet's whole body and diluted all the blood that spurted in, as the white light gradually dissipated, the blood-covered Xintong looked at the prophet in horror, and the prophet walked up to Xintong with a smile on his face, although his eyes were full of tenderness, but deeper, an indescribable murderous aura lurked in it.

"Let's go." The Prophet put his hand in front of the child.

Xintong's trembling hand lightly rested on the prophet's hand, and after easing his emotions, he said: "A-level hypocrisy, Xintong, willing to follow the prophet." ”

Residence of the mayor of District 4

In the middle of the night, the starry sky is clear, and the new town that has fallen into a deep sleep is peaceful.

In the dimly lit study, a dim yellow lamp illuminates most of the side, and the silver-haired district chief will officially step down next year, twenty years have passed since he took office, and the final war ten years ago won the love of the people of District 4 for his excellent speech and command.

The tip of the silver pen rubbed against the white paper, and the rustling sound echoed in the small room.

At this moment, a dark shadow quietly appeared on the balcony outside the study, and a large piece of the moonlight reflected on the carpet was cut away.

The district chief, who had been immersed in signing documents, had not paid attention to the changes in front of him, and at this moment, he only had work in his eyes.

The black shadow pressed his hand against the glass window, and saw a puff of scorched smoke suddenly gushing from between his hand and the window, and then the whole glass melted into a liquid state and flowed at the feet of the black shadow.

"Hello, dear mayor." The shadow kicked over the melted clear liquid.

The district chief was frightened by the sudden sound and jerked back, and then he looked at the black shadow in front of him with a frightened face, the silver moonlight reflected behind the black shadow, at this time he was like a grim reaper who came to ask for his life in cold light.

"How did you get in? There's a heavy guard downstairs, and there's no way you can get in! The district chief slumped limply in his leather chair, his voice trembling violently with a strong sense of fear.

The Shadow Man walked slowly forward, his appearance becoming clearer as he got closer.

I saw that he was wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform, two grenades on his chest, and two tubes of potions on the bronze belt around his waist, and finally he pulled a chair and sat in front of the district chief, and as his body went down, his face gradually revealed in front of the district chief.

The district chief stared closely at the other party's face, wanting to see who had the ability to sit in front of him over the heavy guards, and the moment the other party sat down, the district chief's heart was about to jump out in fright.

The Shadow Man wears a yellow mask with an angry expression scrawled on it.

"You are.... You..... Hypocrisy, Yellow! The district chief said in a lost voice.

"It's really down, my esteemed district chief." Huang and the district chief looked at each other.

"What are you doing here?" The district chief barely sat still, trying to ease his emotions.

"Our leader said that she wants to be the head of District 4, so I wonder if you can make concessions?" Huang said as he cocked his legs and propped his chin with one hand.

"Didn't I assign the old town to you ten years ago, and you still want to play the idea of a new town?" The district chief frowned slightly.

"We live with rats, and you enjoy the glory?" Huang said slowly, "It's not fair, it's not fair. Then he raised his other hand.

"No, if you come, where will we stay?" The district chief argued.

"Love goes wherever you go, but you're welcome in the old town." Huang shrugged.

"Absolutely not! Don't get too pushy! The district chief slammed his slam on the table, and his voice raised a degree, "The new city we have worked so hard to build is what you say you will come to live in?" ”

"Then there's no need to talk about it?" Huang also learned from the district chief to slap his hand on the table, and when he just put his hand, the table in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the documents on the table spilled down one after another.

"Wait! We can talk. The district chief said with his hands crossed in front of his face.

"Say."

"You know, who's been hunting you down, you've always known." The district chief pretended to be calm and said, "It's just that I can't find him all the time." ”

Huang's interest was raised, he got up and dragged the chair to the district chief, and after sitting down, he put his hand on the district chief's chest.

"Say." Huang's voice became extremely vicious.

"In the old town, he has been living in the old town, but I don't know where." Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the mayor's forehead.

"Okay." Huang didn't talk nonsense, the temperature in his hand soared in an instant in the blink of an eye, and the district chief died before he could groan.

"Good night, lovely district chief." Huang walked straight to the balcony and jumped down.

After a long time, the maid of the district chief's family walked in with a plate of coffee, only to see that the district chief's table was missing, the documents were scattered all over the ground, and they were covered by a thin layer of ashes.

The maid approached the corpse of the district chief with a blank face, probed the district chief's snort with her hand, and then poured hot coffee on the district chief's body, and for a while, the sound of rolling corrosion came from under him.

The maid left without looking back, and the moment the door was closed, her face suddenly changed into the image of a man.

"My lord, the district chief has been taken first." The man said into the micro-walkie-talkie, and then the man stood there for a moment.

"Confirm death, you can prepare well." The man smiled and said, "The chameleon is always there for you. ”

Pseudo-asylum

The puppets had finished their meal, and sat down in place with their backs straightened, waiting for the Rubidile to come and clean up the plate.

"Hey, Zhao Xiao, you're really lucky." Ice Storm said with his head slightly lowered.

"Huh?" Zhao Xiao was puzzled.

"Today is the weekly puppet duel, and you just caught up with it when you arrived."

"Duel? What kind of fight? ”

"Hey, you don't know, the same level of puppets are fighting in the field, as long as you kill enough puppets of the same level, you can upgrade to one level." "But ah, it's only ten at a time, 5 for A-level, 3 for B-class, and 2 for C-class. ”

"Don't you have to participate in the S-class?" Zhao Xiao asked.

"I've never seen an S-class participate in it before."

Zhao Xiao nodded, then he realized something, and asked again, "Why don't you call me by my code name?" ”

"It's still your real name."