At night, New York is not less prosperous than during the day, and even more than the former. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Fang Yan knows that in this most prosperous city in the world, under the cover of this glamorous and drunken appearance, countless sprouts of evil are quietly poking their heads out of the darkness, and they are growing rapidly with the help of the endless greed and desire in the hearts of the people of this city.

The target of his trip was one of them.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, not far from a luxury villa in the black neighborhood of Harlem, New York City, a dialect dressed in a black robe was quietly standing in the darkness at the moment, as if it was integrated with the surrounding night.

Looking in the direction of the villa, an imperceptible red light flashed from the pupils of the dialect.

"The guards are still full, and a small villa actually has a guard force of more than 30 people......

Fang Yan's eyes narrowed, but he had already included all the security settings inside and outside the villa.

"Pistols, submachine guns...... Hey, and there are two howitzer launchers...... Looks like I'm going to have to be a little more careful later! ”

Although he said this, he couldn't see from the face of the dialect that he had the slightest sense of jealousy.

In fact, Fang Yan really didn't regard these gangster gunmen as a threat in his heart, no matter how powerful the weapon was, it would depend on who it was. A group of ordinary people who don't have the slightest supernatural power, there are too many ways for dialects to make them lose their threat.

Click, click,

A slight sound of footsteps sounded in the silent streets.

After figuring out the reality of the villa, Fang Yan no longer concealed his figure, and strode towards the door of the villa.

"Who?!"

Just as Fang Yan's figure appeared in front of the gate of the villa, a patrolling guard spotted Fang Yan's figure.

Click,

The guard had just raised the gun in his hand and was about to warn Fang Yan to stop, but he was surprised to find that Fang Yan had lost his figure in front of him.

"What about people?"

The guard lowered his gun and blinked suspiciously, his face nervous.

He was very sure that he had just seen someone walking towards the gate of the villa, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?

Just when the guard was full of doubts, a sentence suddenly came from behind him:

"Are you looking for me?"

The guard was a spirit, and immediately reflexively pointed the muzzle of the gun behind him. But before he could finish his movements, he suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows, and then he didn't know anything in front of him.

Behind the guard, Fang Yan retracted the metal cylinder he was holding in his hand expressionlessly, retracted it into his sleeve, and then turned around indifferently and continued to walk towards the interior of the villa.

And the guard who guarded the door had turned into a corpse and fell to the ground at this moment.

At the center of his eyebrows, a red bead of blood slowly seeped out from under his skin until Fang Yan's figure had disappeared for a long time, forming a bloodstained pattern like a rose on his forehead.

Walking leisurely, Fang Yan walked along the garden road from the door to the main building of the villa, and his heart was as calm as water at the moment.

Different from the slightly immature mentality in the previous world, the dialect at this moment, due to the frequent travel around the world in the past few years, his hands have already been stained with a lot of blood, and his heart will naturally not have the slightest fluctuation because he has killed a life with his own hands.

You must know that in order to learn some witchcraft knowledge over the years, Fang Yan has dissected a lot of lives with his own hands, and naturally there will be no shortage of human beings!

Continuing further into the villa, he was unsurprisingly spotted by the other gunmen guarding the villa because the dialect did not deliberately hide his figure.

This time, the gunners didn't need to ask any more to know that since Fang Yan had come here, he must be the enemy.

Several gunmen who discovered the dialect took out their pistols and pulled the trigger on the dialect without saying a word.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several successive gunshots, the gunmen stared in amazement at the dialect that had already walked in front of them, not even a single hair had fallen out.

They had just clearly seen that when their pistol bullets hit Fang Yan's body, it was like hitting a phantom, and it passed through without hindrance.

"You...... Is it a human or a ghost? One of the gunmen asked, swallowing and shuddering. His hands holding the gun were trembling a little at the moment.

Fang Yan smiled slightly, he naturally wouldn't tell these gunmen that he had just used a zero-level witchcraft trick to affect their vision.

In the eyes of these gunmen, their bullets hit Fang Yan and passed through it without any hindrance, but Fang Yan seemed to be unscathed.

But in fact, the gunners who were affected by the witchcraft effect of the dialect had their vision, and the shots they fired just now were all fired towards the empty space around the dialect, and they were still several meters away from the dialect, so naturally they couldn't hurt the dialect in the slightest!

Instead of answering the gunman's question, Fang Yan pulled the metal barrel out of his cuff again, reorienting his hand and pointing it at several gunmen.

The leader of the black gunmen at the head of the group changed his face. Just as Fang Yan took out the metal cylinder, a strong sense of crisis appeared in his heart.

"Shoot!"

He immediately shouted to his men, and raised his gun again.

Although the leader of the gunslinger didn't know what the metal barrel in Fang Yan's hand was, he knew with his ass that what could make Fang Yan take out at this moment must be a weapon that could kill them!

Those gunmen are all ruthless characters who have been fighting for their lives all year round, and they are naturally not slow to react, and what their leaders can think of, these people can naturally see it.

Therefore, before being alerted by the gunmen's leaders, these gunmen have consciously raised their pistols again to aim at the dialect. Waiting for the leader's order, they did not hesitate to shoot at Fang Yan.

However, they seem to have forgotten what the result of the previous shots had been fired at the dialect.

As expected, the bullets that came out of the muzzle of the gun all missed again!

There was a sudden silence.

The gunmen all turned their heads to look at their leader, and the inquiry in their eyes was very clear: "Do you want to run, or do you want to keep fighting?" ”

The black gunman leader stiffened, and some didn't know how to answer. In the face of this kind of enemy, who can't even help bullets, he doesn't know how to deal with it for a while.

However, tongues are not the kind of people who let the attack go and not fight back. Now that the gunners have attacked, it's time for the dialect to perform.

As the spiritual power surged, the metal cylinder held in Fang Yan's hand suddenly emitted an imperceptible light, and several runes that looked very mysterious and strange flashed from the surface of the metal cylinder.

Boom, boom, boom,

Several gas needles, as small as a cow's hair, suddenly erupted from the launch port of the metal cylinder.

The gunmen standing in front of Fang Yan had all been shot out of their foreheads by qi needles before they could react.

Puff puff,

A piece suddenly fell in front of the dialect.

Like the doorkeepers who had been killed by the dialect before, a small red dot appeared on their eyebrows.

Glancing at the metal cylinder in his hand that had dimmed, Fang Yan couldn't help but gently tug the corners of his mouth: "To deal with these little monsters, it is really easier to use roses." ”

The metal cylinder in Fang Yan's hand was a witchcraft he created with reference to a very famous secret weapon in a certain novel, and the name was "Rose".

Due to the fact that it was only a work of practice, coupled with the lack of materials at hand in the dialect, the level of "Rose" only reached the stage of "primary apprentice-level witchcraft", and its power was not great, and its function was relatively simple.

In the wizarding world, "Rose" can only bully the "junior wizard apprentice". Compared to another witchcraft carefully crafted in the hands of Fang Yan, "Rose" is far behind. But-

"It's quite appropriate to use Rose on these ordinary people who don't know the slightest transcendent power."