Congressman Gordon woke up to find himself sitting in the luxury box of the hotel, and he looked left and right to make sure that this was the luxury box at the MGM Hotel, and that it was still that night. He remembered sitting here, on the couch, with his favorite chick on his left and the local official he hated the most.

There was a hint of confusion in Gordon's heart, he remembered that he was in the armored car, and the armored car was attacked by those things, and the violent shaking and shaking made people dizzy.

(How did I get back to this box?) The question kept running through his mind - the box was quiet and empty, and there was no one but himself. So, he planned to go to the inner room of the box to see if there was anyone else in the room, so that he could ask what was going on.

Gordon had some trouble getting up from the couch, the first time he tried to stand up, he actually failed, this weakness made him feel a little incredible, a bit like the weakness after a serious illness, and a little like in a dream.

But he took a deep breath and finally got up from the couch.

The moment he stood up, oh my! Gordon, dizzy - the moment he stood up, the ground around the sofa actually cracked, and the concrete floor of the building, from under his feet, burst into countless cracks, and the cracks gradually spread to the surroundings, two meters away, the concrete floor was completely torn apart by the cracks, and collapsed in an instant. The crumbling ground formed a ring that encircled Gordon in the center.

Gordon was in a cold sweat and didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved his feet, the ground would completely shatter - if I remember correctly, this was on the third floor of the hotel, more than ten meters above the ground.

"Anyone?" Gordon cried out, he wanted to cry out for help, but he didn't dare to say too loudly, for fear that his voice would collapse the ground as well.

Gordon shouted a few times, but no one answered. Then, suddenly, Gordon saw a figure emerge from the darkness. The light in the room was dim, and the person was in the backlight, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

He wasn't sure if he had come out, or if he had been watching himself in the dark—Gordon looked at the man, who was floating in mid-air, his head almost touching the ceiling—and now, he could be sure that this man was some kind of ...... that didn't need to walk on his feet Ghosts? Or the magician, which reminds him of David Copperfield's flying magic.

(Help me...... This was the first thing Gordon wanted to say to this man, but he didn't say it, because the "magician" was looking down at him from mid-air, and his expression was not friendly.

"Who are you?" Gordon asked tremblingly, he wanted to ask, what the hell are you, but the other party is in human form after all.

"The Magician" did not answer Gordon's words. "Sit down." He just said lightly, with a slightly commanding tone.

That commanding tone upset Gordon, (I can senator, no one has dared to speak like that in front of me for more than a decade.) Gordon was indignant.

At this time, the "magician" raised his hand slightly and pushed it in the air. Gordon immediately felt a thrust on his chest and sat back on the couch. The moment he sat back on the couch, all the cracks in the ground were gone, and the collapsed ground was instantly restored and intact. The floor is a nice purple carpet.

Gordon was amazed.

"You can try to get up again." "Magician" said to him.

Gordon stood up—the ground cracked again, and he stood in the middle of a great ring of fissures again. So, he had to sit back on the couch again.

"This is, my space." "The magician" said, "If you want to live, you have to listen to me." Gordon saw that the "magician" was still floating in mid-air like a ghost, and it didn't seem to mean to land.

I don't know when, in the dim box, the light came on, and the light was not too bright, but at this time, Gordon saw the appearance of the "magician" clearly. A man, as he speaks, he is a man, less than 30 years old, with an oriental face.

Gordon felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and soon, he remembered that this person was the experimental object of the anthill. It was Cabrera and Duke who had brought it from Country C. Gordon had seen the secret information, and he remembered the man's physiognomy, because he was ugly, his face, it was asymmetrical, he was a disgusting mutant. But...... Gordon couldn't help but look at the man in mid-air, his face was a normal human face, as if he had undergone plastic surgery and obtained a symmetrical face...... Gordon was sure that this man was ......

His name? Gordon closed his eyes and frowned, trying to recall, his name - Xiaozhu, Zhang.

When Gordon recalled the name, he blurted it out casually. "Are you, Xiaozhu, Zhang?" He said in an unfamiliar Chinese pronunciation.

"Correct, no, little animal, Zhang. It's Zhang Xiaozhu. Zhang Xiaozhu said.

"So, you're human?" Gordon breathed a sigh of relief (just ordinary people, flesh and blood!). He wanted to take a gun and knock this pretending man out of mid-air. Gordon laughed at himself for a while, as an atheist, he actually believed in the existence of ghosts and gods just now, "Your illusions can't scare me." ”

Gordon got up from the couch again.

The moment he stood up, the room became dark again, and Zhang Xiaozhu's face was invisible again.

The ground cracked again, Gordon looked at Zhang Xiaozhu, then at the ground, he plucked up his courage and tentatively took two steps forward. Every time his foot touched the ground, the crack deepened, making a crackling sound. Gordon didn't believe in these real illusions, which were too real — but he still believed they were just hallucinations. So, Gordon continued to walk forward, taking a few steps, to the edge of the ring formed by the collapse of the ground.

Gordon stood on the edge of the collapse of the ground and looked down, (but three stories high, you should be able to see the ground, right?) He was thinking that there must be a way to escape from the building and get to the surface...... But Gordon didn't see the ground.

At the edge of the collapse of the ground is an abyss, which collapses from the third floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the first floor, from the first floor to the ground, and from the ground to the parking lot under the building...... In the depths of the abyss, there is a red-hot fire—magma!

Gordon couldn't believe his eyes, he was creepy, and immediately took a step back, his legs limped, and he sat on the ground with his butt. A piece of gravel on the ground had stabbed deep into one of his parts, and the pain was so severe that he almost didn't jump off the ground......

Gordon raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaozhu in mid-air, unable to say a word.

(The sharp pain in the buttocks, is it, also a hallucination?) Gordon was confused, he wiped his hand from the part that had been punctured by the gravel just below, and then, seeing the blood in his hand, immediately smelled the blood.

"Nope! Impossible, how is this possible, this must be an illusion! Gordon looked around in a daze, confused, he never believed in any supernatural power in this world.

"Mr. Gordon." Zhang Xiaozhu smiled, "Sit back on the sofa, everything is easy to say." He pointed to the couch and then at Gordon as he sat on the floor, "Will you sit back by yourself, or will I take you back?" ”