"Hey, wake up." I don't know how long it took, but a hurried voice slowly sounded in Mr. Sen's ears.

He woke up slowly, and opened his eyes with some difficulty, only to see that there was a man who was constantly pushing him, and this man was the old gambler.

"How are you, young man? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you, I... I... I had just dozed off and when I opened my eyes, I saw you lying on the ground. The old gambler seemed to think that he had driven Mr. Mori to the ground, and the more he talked, the more nervous he became.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Seeing this, Mr. Mori originally wanted to explain to the old gambler, but after thinking about it, the most important thing was to determine the situation of the black cat first, so he took the opportunity to ask.

"No... It didn't take long. As soon as I got to you, you woke up. How are you feeling now, lad? Is there anything hurt? I really didn't mean to, don't call the police. When the old gambler saw Mr. Sen's calm face, his heart suddenly became more flustered.

"I'm fine, old man, you better go home quickly. I just drove too fast and crashed, so I don't blame you. Can you give me a hand? My helmet also crashed into your passenger seat. Mr. Mori said with a painful grin.

At this time, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and he was still a little out of strength for a while.

"Well... Good. Boy, you're waiting here for me. I'll help you get the helmet. Seeing that Mr. Mori didn't seem to intend to pursue him, the old gambler hurriedly said excitedly.

"It's really memorized, and I didn't react all at once." Mr. Mori, supported by the old gambler, stood up and leaned against the guardrail behind him with difficulty.

"What kind of stupid X design road is this, and it actually made a sharp turn here." Mr. Mori looked at the motorcycle that had fallen at the corner not far away, and said hatefully.

But fortunately, the motorcycle headlights at this time are still automatically lit there, and it seems that it has not been scrapped all at once, and it should still be able to be turned on.

"Come, lad, your helmet is ready." At this time, the old gambler came up with Mr. Sen's helmet in his hand and said.

"Thank you, by the way, old man, did you just see a black cat in your car?" Mr. Sen asked, taking his helmet.

Although the moment Mr. Mori threw out the helmet just now, he already knew that he was completely missing the head in his hand, and he would never be able to kill the black cat with one blow. And in addition, he was in a coma for a while when he accidentally crashed just now, even if the black cat was not killed or seriously injured, he could not step forward in time to make up for the knife.

Therefore, Mr. Sen has roughly judged in his heart that there is a good chance that this black cat should have escaped a long time ago.

But he still couldn't help but ask, if the black cat is really dead, then won't he be able to make a difference?

After all, Sister Ling paid him to catch a black cat, and the controller behind him did not belong to the scope of his order, so he would not be stupid to make extra efforts.

Of course, if the controller behind the back wants to make some kind of moth, then if Sister Ling looks for him again, the price will definitely be calculated separately.

Because he is doing this business to seek money, there is no need to be stupid to help people for free.

"Black cats? What black cat? I didn't see it. The old gambler couldn't help but be shocked when he heard Mr. Sen suddenly say such an inexplicable sentence.

After all, after he came down from the casino tonight, he drove groggily along the way and hit someone, not to mention, and now he suddenly heard such an inexplicable sentence from the person in front of him. In addition, the people in this land of Fujian are more superstitious. At this time, when I heard the word black cat, I panicked all of a sudden

It's messed up.

"This young man in front of me, isn't it a tragic soul that I have encountered?" Cold sweat involuntarily slowly slipped down the old gambler's forehead.

"That's fine, you can go." When Mr. Mori heard that the black cat had indeed fled, he couldn't help but wave his hand in annoyance.

"That's... That... Then I'm really gone. The old gambler rushed into the car in three steps and two steps, and left in a hurry after starting the car quickly.

"Whew!" Mr. Mori looked at the car in the distance and let out a long breath of turbidity. Then he used the light source from the headlights of the motorcycle to roughly check the condition of his body.

At this time, although he was still in severe pain all over his body, fortunately, his internal organs were not greatly damaged, and there were no obvious fractures in his limbs.

And because when he first got on the motorcycle, he was wearing a tactical trench coat, tactical pants and all-terrain tactical boots issued from seven places. So when he crashed, the parts protected by these equipment were basically intact, and even the skin on the surface was protected so that there was not even a trace of scratching. It's just that some of these equipment are broken when they rub against the ground.

However, compared to these parts, Mr. Mori's two hands are not so lucky. Because when he came down from the casino, he didn't think that he would drive a motorcycle tonight, so he put two tactical gloves in Sister Ling's office.

So without the protection of tactical gloves, his hands fully came into close contact with the ground when he crashed. So much so that the skin on his hands has been worn to the point that there is no place for it.

But even so, the situation does not allow Mr. Desen to give up. Because if he didn't take advantage of the fact that the black cat escaped with serious injuries, he would volley it down halfway.

Once it is successfully returned to the people who are behind it, all of Mr. Sen's situation will be exposed in front of him.

In this way, the surprise attack plan made by the fire workers for Mr. Mori will also be shattered.

Because the fire worker told him when Mr. Sen came, although the people in this casino seemed to be injured by the black cat again and again during this time. But the person behind it didn't know that the casino had hired Mr. Sen.

In this way, Mr. Sen's position is darkened, and the person who controls the cat automatically becomes the object of the light.

Under the enemy's light and secret, as long as you can secretly find the hiding place of the person who controls the cat, and then notify the fire worker to come, you can kill him in one fell swoop.

But now, if the black cat is allowed to escape smoothly now, then there will be no surprise attack plan. I'm afraid that Mr. Mori will be secretly killed by him before he can wait for the help of the Fire Workers.

"With my current physical state, even if I really catch up, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky!" Mr. Mori looked silently at his bleeding hands.

"The horse doesn't care, if I don't chase after him now, I will really lead to that person, it is estimated that I will die even worse, it seems that I can only use the trick that the old Taoist taught me." Mr. Mori gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Then I saw him first walk to the motorcycle that fell to the ground, stretched out his hand and twisted the key inserted in the motorcycle, and directly turned off the motorcycle. Then he put his hands behind his back to hold the motorcycle, and then with a loud shout of his hips and feet, he pushed it up.

Mr. Mori stepped onto the motorcycle, then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. But he didn't continue smoking the cigarette as usual.

Instead, he grabbed it with his left index and middle fingers and moved it in front of him. Then he stretched out his right hand and pinched the sword. At the same time, he read urgently: "The flowing gold and fire appear in the sky, and the water of lead and mercury is submerged." Today, ask Tiangong to borrow a thing and turn it into smoke in the world. ”

As soon as Mr. Mori finished the incantation, he pointed his right hand at the cigarette he had just lit.

In the next second, I saw that the cigarette, which was burning very slowly, instantly turned red, and then turned into a cloud of ashes in his hand and scattered.

But the scattered ashes did not dissipate in the air with the wind, but automatically turned into a black line about two fingers thick, and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Mr. Sen did not hesitate at all, and immediately turned on the key to start the motorcycle, turned on the high beam on it, and quickly followed the wisp of black smoke in front of him......