Meng Hui didn't care about his words, not because he wasn't strong enough, but because people who honestly said "I'm going to kill you" were not too dark in their hearts, and their methods were not too insidious.

To deal with such people, it is necessary to use more brutal force to suppress them, commonly known as beating until they are convinced. There is another method that does not require hands, and Meng Hui is more willing to try.

"You can take out your anger at me, but to be honest it won't do you any good, no matter what abilities you have, I'll do my best to resist, so in the end you won't survive either. So, what's the point of your revenge ending with me, killing an irrelevant person?

"I have a proposal that will allow you to avenge yourself, for Professor Yana, for whoever you want to do. I mean, true revenge is not a murderous vent. ”

Hearing Meng Hui's seductive words, Twenty-Seven hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately refuse, but seemed to be very interested. But because he still had a prejudice against the hunter in his heart, he kept silent and didn't continue to ask.

Meng Hui didn't use his eyes, but used his mind to see the struggle in his expression clearly, she knew that this partner was already half finalized.

"I say, do you want to destroy the office, kill Jeru, and destroy their lair?"

"What?!"

Twenty-seven paused suddenly, the habit he had developed in prison made him reflexively look around, and his white pupils were especially bright in the dark night.

"You want to bite the master back?" Twenty-seven vigilantly did not answer immediately, "Are you willing to give up and continue to transform your body?" Willing to give up a free apartment, food, drugs, alcohol, and a chance to get into the office and become a superior person, oh no, a chance to be a superior lackey? ”

Meng Hui's expression was calm, and his tone was firm: "I have a reason to do it, you don't need to know why I want to give up everything, you just need to know that I am giving you a chance, a chance to subvert the world." ”

Twenty-Seven's breathing intensified, like the sound of metal grinding in a dark alley. He felt that the woman in front of him was crazy, and she dared to propose to destroy the office and destroy the city of Jeru?! Of course, this was what he wanted to do most in his heart, but his mind had always told him that it was impossible.

"You're crazy," Twenty-Seven's tone was no longer sarcastic, "but it's all a death anyway, and I can go crazy with you once." ”

Meng Hui did not suppress the joy in his heart, and an undisguised smile appeared on his face: "You won't regret it, twenty-seven." ”

"Here we are." Twenty-Seven reached out to stop her, pointed to the muddy street outside with colorful bright lights, and lowered his voice, "Your clothes are useful enough to allow us to walk safely in the casino, but you know that it's strange for a hound and a white pupil to walk together." ”

Meng Hui grinned and swung a fist at the corner of his mouth, blood foam flew out, and his chin was bruised. "It's not easy, you can pretend to be my captive."

"That's what I meant that way, and I was just going to let you hurt me first," Twenty-Seven touched his chin and grinned, "but now I regret it a little!" ”

"Hehe, pretend to be honest and follow me, try not to make eye contact with me." Meng Hui motioned for him to be removed from the strap of his boots, and tied his hands together, which looked tight but were not dead knots. "How? If there are special circumstances, can you break free on your own? ”

"No problem. Have you forgotten why I was imprisoned? ”

"Oh, I thought you didn't want to say that. So what kind of abilities do you have? ”

Twenty-seven didn't care about the injuries on his chin and the corners of his mouth, and replied with a chuckle: "I can control the current within a radius of five hundred meters." How else do you think I got out of prison? ”

Meng replied, she didn't know what was going on in the prison, but listening to Twenty-Seven should mean less people and more equipment. There are surveillance, electronic cell doors, and various electronic levels, and there is no need for too many human guards at all. But that's also where Twenty-Seven comes into play.

Meng Hui grabbed the shoelaces in his hand and walked to No. 93 Flea Street, a butcher's shop on the bright side of the street, with the corpses of animals that resembled cattle and sheep but were not identical.

As soon as I walked in, the cold air and the smell of fish rushed at the same time. A tall and obese middle-aged man saw the red-eyed mark on Meng Hui's left chest, pointed vigilantly in the direction of the back door, and slowly stepped aside, without looking at the twenty-seven she was holding in her hand.

This dress is really convenient. Meng Hui walked quickly to the back door, slapped his palm on the button next to him, and the door slowly rose, revealing a black elevator shaft and a very rudimentary elevator. This elevator can only reach the first to third floors of the basement, the first and second floors are the warehouses of the butcher's shop, and the third floor is the real entrance to the underground world - the casino.

When Meng Hui walked out of the elevator, the noisy sound continued to pour into his ears, and his ears, which were extremely sensitive, quickly distinguished the location of the internal elevator guard. "Left." She muttered softly, as if talking to herself, but she was actually asking if Twenty-Seven was accurate.

Twenty-seven's hands moved up and down imperceptibly, which was an affirmative answer.

Meng Hui walked through the frantically yelling gambling sticks, whether these people gambled until their eyes were red and panting, or they were so drunk that they were about to fall unconscious, they would run away in a hurry when they saw the red eyes on the black and purple clothes, even if they even rolled and crawled.

Coming to the door of the internal elevator unimpeded, the two guards glanced at each other, and the dark-skinned middle-aged man who was obviously the leader asked, "How many floors?" ”

"Nine floors." Meng Hui pulled the rope in his hand and unceremoniously pushed Twenty-Seven to another blue-skinned youth. "Hurry up, hurry."

The blue-skinned young man looked at the leader, saw that he nodded, and then took out the simple blood bag from the thin bag on his waist, quickly loaded the needle, pulled Twenty-Seven's right arm and began to draw blood.

During the blood draw, no one spoke, and the guards would not take the initiative to ask irrelevant questions about the comers, so Meng Hui naturally closed his mouth tightly and pretended to be unfathomable, maintaining a good image of a hunter. Twenty-seven lowered his head, and kept his agreement with Meng Hui without making any eye contact.

The time seemed particularly long in silence, and when the eight hundred milliliters of dark red blood were finally filled, Meng Hui almost heard the two guards breathe a sigh of relief.

With a soft bang, the copper-colored elevator door opened, and Meng Hui walked in with Twenty-Seven, and when the door was about to close, she saw that the guard outside was holding a manipulator in his hand, and the button with "9" written on it was glowing faintly.

The elevator fell for less than three seconds, the door opened, and there was a leaky wet and cold corridor outside, Twenty-Seven raised his finger and pointed to the right, Meng Hui listened attentively, and preliminarily concluded that there were four people inside.

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