Chapter 011: The Man Who Shall Not Say His Name
As the number of experiments increased, Bai Mu's manipulation became more and more exquisite, and finally one day, five targets under the influence of corruption were finally able to walk in front of him normally.
Bai Mu, who was dressed in a black coat and covered his head and face, looked at the five corrupted puppets in front of him and recorded his experimental data: "Tell me what you know. ”
The corrupted puppets poured out all their secrets in the face of the Elder God, who ruled the boundless darkness and power in their consciousness.
"I work for James Wesley, dealing with the black business, and it's said that he has a being on his head who can't be called by name, and we've never seen him ......"
The puppet was talking, and Bai Mu was also analyzing in his heart, the puppet corruption is obviously divided into degrees, and it is directly controlled without understanding, and it is easy to be short-term and crazy.
If you want to achieve long-term and maintain your normal wisdom, it is a high-level magic, which requires a deeper understanding of the goal and more patience.
After summarizing the successful experience of this time in his mind, Bai Mu waved his hand at the puppet: "Continue to lurk and communicate everything you know to me in your dreams." ”
"Yes." The puppet retreated.
Bai Mu took out his notes and ticked one item on them, and finally had a perfect example. Flipping through the dense data in front of him, the success of this experiment allowed him to gain valuable experience.
As long as he succeeds once and then performs his magic the next time, he can implement it according to the success framework and continuously optimize on this basis. Sooner or later, group control at the level of 1,000 people is not a dream.
The night ended with a successful job, so I switched back to sporty attire and prepared for a lap around Central Park. The physique of this body was still a bit lacking, and he knew that magicians were not based on physique, but only compared to other professions.
For ordinary people, magicians are still strong and fierce, Bai Mu knows that he has a shortage of magic power, in case he runs out of magic power in battle, will he wait to die?
He chose to slam his fist on it! Gandalf, idol!
The director put on earplugs and ran while listening to the song, and the agent in charge of security was a little low-key, with three cars, the first car was a hundred meters away, followed in the middle, and a hundred meters behind.
There are also two big black people running with him, and when he is about to complete a lap, Lao Hei looks at his watch and encourages: "Come on!" boss! It's a full three minutes faster than last time! ”
Bai Mu, who took off the earbuds, gasped: "You said it easily......" I complained in my heart that Lao Tzu is a magician, can't you just give yourself a few buffs of + strength + speed? What to run.
But another thought is also echoing, without magic, what buff can you add? Run down honestly, there is still half an hour of unlimited combat training after the end, there is something to play!
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Bai Mu is tired of being a dog for the sake of his body and physique, and his unrestrained use of gang members to conduct black magic experiments has also alarmed the black world of New York.
The fate of the victims is very infiltrating, either crazy or crazy hanging, and there are still crazy words in their mouths that "the ancient gods will enslave us" and "the best destination is death".
Their companions, who witnessed all this, were frightened by this terrible sight, and in the extremely limited clues, the nickname "Night Demon" began to represent the chilling existence.
Rumors began to spread in the underground world of New York, and all kinds of theories were chaotic, but the more serious thing was that there was a vigilante in New York who violently eradicated the evil, and those caught by him hardly ended well.
For example, he is the Satan who has returned from hell, and he runs rampant on the earth specifically to suck up those fallen souls, drag them back to hell, and whip them for 10,000 years.
These rumors, true or false, have had a serious impact on the world underneath, making people panic, and there are always people who are worried that they will be targeted, and no one even dares to do normal business.
Either that, or just postpone it until daytime. But there is too little that can be done during the day, and black can only exist in the shadows, and it is a stupid act to provoke the government openly and honestly.
So these days, those bigwigs in the underground world have suffered huge losses.
The smuggling business at the wharf, because the minions are afraid of being asked by the devil, the scene where the boss shouted at everyone in the past is gone, but now it has become an excuse to dare not come.
The business of selling powder is almost broken, because Bai Mu found that powder is an additive of black magic that can corrode a person's soul faster. And those who sell powder are naturally reduced to experiments.
This finally alarmed the black group that ruled New York behind the scenes, and the unnamed man - Wilson Fisk, also known as Kim Ji, was the largest black power leader in New York and even in the East.
This two-meter-tall Black World Emperor, whose body size is close to a cuboid, has always been known for his ruthlessness, and when he heard this series of reports from his subordinates, his good mood was completely ruined.
Jin He, who was practicing martial arts, lost his patience for fighting, and blasted his opponent more than ten meters away with one punch, and only breath was left after slamming into the wall and falling to the ground.
Jin took the cigar and asked his subordinates who were too silent to be silent: "No one can handle this spoiler?" ”
Jin He was very puzzled, out of thin air a spoiler of unknown origin, his methods were particularly ruthless, and his subordinates either became crazy or superstitious? It's all about whatever!
He didn't believe in those ghost legends, at best, a rat didn't dare to show his face, so as to spread rumors and create panic, which revealed the essence of this person's lack of strength.
The main thing is that the chain of the black business is completely broken, and in the face of astronomical losses every day, Jin He, who has not been so provoked, is furious.
"Whether it's a bounty or intelligence, find out the spoiler! Send our good hands, and if he refuses to give up, then wipe out his people with him from this world! ”
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The role of money and connections is powerful, and clues have been given about the identity of this mysterious person who has repeatedly sabotaged the black business-it is the black people that Bai Mu taught at the beginning.
So if you cover your face casually in the movie, the bridge that others can't recognize is the biggest pitfall! The image recognition technology of this world is enough to dig out the truth from the clues.
With the accusations of those black men, Jin He learned that this daring guy was actually happy under his nose!
"What about his more specific origins?"
The subordinate replied: "It should be just an Asian kid with a little money, and he hired some bodyguards, but his friends on the road don't have this person, and our government friends don't know him." ”
James Wesley, who is the right hand and right, analyzed: "But this Inhuman seems to have the ability to affect the spirit, which is very evil, and we had better win by numbers." ”
Jin was not careless: "Send a few more good players to let other people with ideas know that some rules are conventionally made with countless blood, and they cannot be broken, and destroying them is a dead end!" ”