At this moment, the lewd laughter stopped abruptly, and the pain of the two men followed, and the sound of smashing the ground sounded one after another around him.

In Barton's eyes, a deep blood hole appeared on each of the two of them, and the two who collapsed to the ground had lost the ability to move.

Barton was shocked, and in the face of the sudden change, he didn't even think about turning around and running away.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the butt of a rifle coming towards his head, and then he lost consciousness in the dark.

Under Lancer's gaze, Barton's body slowly fell to the ground, revealing a man in black behind him, wearing a peaked cap and a hood with a black skull face on his face, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.

The ups and downs of the whole night, Lancer's heart was relieved, and he couldn't hold it out at the moment, and he fainted all at once.

This man with a skull-faced hood was naturally Gong Bing, and Gong Bing, who had been following them, like the most patient hunter, waited until the two of them were about to commit violence against Lancer and had the lowest vigilance before he brazenly attacked.

It's not that he feels sorry for Lancer or has any other thoughts about Lancer, it's just that he feels that he can't get any more information from the sidelines, so he takes action to take everyone down.

Moreover, Lancer was delirious under the effect of the drug at the moment, and even if he had any mysterious power, he would not be able to exert it.

At present, he doesn't know anything about the mysterious power, Gong Bing doesn't dare to try whether his skills and the gun in his hand can handle it, in his impression, the mysterious power is almost equal to the X-Men, you let him put it right with someone like Wolverine or Storm Girl? For a dog, it is possible to save a blood by kneeling down and surrendering immediately.

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When she opened her eyes again, Lancer felt that her head was still a mess, but the pain was gone, and she was much better, and then she tried to sit up to find her hands and feet tied to the bed in the forest cabin.

Shocked, he immediately lowered his head and checked his body.

Although it was a little messy, it was still the same set of clothes that I had before, and it didn't seem to be ...... felt that her heart was suddenly relieved, but this posture of being tied up was a little indecent, which made her a little ashamed.

"Miss Lancer." A hoarse male voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Lancer only then realized that there was someone else in the room, and turned his head with difficulty, only to see that it was still pitch black outside the gap in the curtains, and a man in black wearing a skeletal face hood was sitting upright in a chair, playing with a pistol in his hand, with his back to a kerosene lamp, and his figure swayed on the ground, his face was blurred, only a pair of exposed eyes were staring at him.

After glancing at Gong Bing for a few moments, Lancer turned his head back and lay on the bed without saying a word.

Lancer has lived in no fixed place since she was a child, and always follows the needs of her mother's work, from one place to another, from country to country, in her mind her mother is a shrewd and capable strong woman, and because of her busy work and character, the care of her daughter in life is inevitably lacking.

Enjoying a life of luxury, trying to live in the slums, encountering images of flesh and blood, and experiencing the dangers of bullets and bullets, these special experiences have made her more mature than her peers, and at the same time shaped her independent character.

A girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old was able to escape bounty hunters and all kinds of murderers after a long journey to be safe and sound, but it was not just due to luck.

But everything seems to end here, because of the reason of being bound, at this moment Lancer can only lie on his side on the bed, the exhaustion brought by the thrill along the way suddenly wells up in his heart, the life of the past ten years seems to appear in front of her, she longs for ordinary life, at this moment only despair is quietly spreading.

Gong Bing frowned, sensing the other party's depressed mood.

"I'm not a bounty hunter, I didn't capture you for money, and I certainly don't have much interest in your life."

The other person's ears seemed to move, but other than that, there was still no response.

"Let's make a deal." Gong Bing was patient and continued: "I'll ask you and answer, tell me everything you know, and I'll let you go." ”

After Gong Bing's words, the thick silence made the room seem oppressive, and the flames of the kerosene lamp flickered from time to time, and there was a little buzzing in the ears under the silence.

After a long time, Lancer finally spoke.

"I don't believe you."

"I don't need your trust either, it's just a deal." Through the hood, Gong Bing's voice was a little humming: "Also, do you think you have any other choice?" One last thing, I'm not interested in your life. ”

If there is a choice, who would want to die.

"Dark stinky rats." Lancer cursed in a low voice, but in the small room, the voice was clearly visible, and she was still on her side, without raising her head.

Gong Bing ignored Lancer's words and didn't bother to explain anything.

"I want to know something about mystical powers, tell me everything you know."

"You don't know the Adept?" Hearing Gong Bing's question, Lancer finally turned his head and looked at Gong Bing with a stunned look and asked.

"What do you think I should know?" Gong Bing shrugged: "To answer my question, I didn't spend a night with you." ”

Lancer stared at Gong Bing quietly, as if trying to distinguish the truth of the other party's words.

Gong Bing was wearing a hood, and he couldn't see the change in his expression at all, and Lancer was doomed to be in vain.

"Since ancient times, human beings have been in awe of things beyond their understanding, and they have been called by various names, and we call them magical powers that ordinary people do not have." Just when Gong Bing began to get impatient, she finally spoke.

"Superpowers?"

"It can also be said that this is the power of talent, one in ten thousand, so our number is extremely rare compared to ordinary people."

"And what kind of abilities do you have? What kind of power do they have? Gong Bing continued to ask.

These are ordinary information, not unknown to people in the circle, but just ordinary information in the circle, so Lancer doesn't mind saying more.

"We call ourselves Psychic or Awakened, and there are many kinds of abilities, which can be broadly divided into three categories.

The first type is those who have mastered the forces of nature, such as manipulating fire, ice, and so on. The second type is the paranormal who strengthens their own physical bodies, some of them only strengthen certain organs, such as sight, hearing, or smell, and some of them are able to beast themselves and thus gain great physical power; The last category is the psychic powers, who are the rarebest of the kind, not necessarily one out of a hundred, and tend to become excellent hypnotists, illusionists, or geniuses with extraordinary intelligence. ”

Seeing that Gong Bing continued to ask, just listening quietly, Lancer slowed down and continued.

"There are four levels of abilities, and the first-level abilities refer to those who have just awakened their natural abilities and are still in the stage of exploration and mastery, and there is not much difference between their own strength and ordinary people; The second-level ability is already able to skillfully use their natural ability, and turn it into combat ability, ordinary people are difficult to be their opponents, if you want to compare, it is equivalent to the secret martial arts level martial artists, of course, the levels divided here are linked to the actual combat effectiveness, and usually need to have a corresponding battle record to reflect. ”

"Are the first-level adepts weak?" Gong Bing interjected.

"I don't know your definition of weakness, and not all abilities are suitable for combat." Lancer glanced at him, "Besides, most people don't like the days of fighting and killing, they just want to live in peace. ”

After a pause, Lancer continued: "The last third-level ability, each of them is a master in their own talent ability field, and every move is extremely powerful, which is comparable to the heaven-level martial artist in the secret martial arts, and there is a fourth level next. ”

"The third-level ability is already equivalent to the heaven-level martial artist, so what kind of existence is the fourth-level ability?" Gong Bing asked in shock, no matter what the strength of the Heavenly Rank Martial Artist is, he can only transcend mortals, break through the shackles of the physical body, and get a life of three or four hundred years old, which is already a god-like thing, and there is a higher level than the Heavenly Rank Martial Artist among the Aliens, how can this not surprise Gong Bing.