Chapter 162: The End of Polyphemo (Part II)

A blinding white light illuminated the entire helicopter cabin, and Gregory was caught off guard, his eyes were hurt, and tears flowed uncontrollably, he held his face, and the helicopter jolted violently, and the agent was thrown to the other side of the cabin like a woven bag full of straw, and then rolled all the way along the cabin wall, if it weren't for Abel's quick eye, he would have fallen out of the helicopter.

"What the hell is going on?" Glegri blinked in pain, trying to see what was in front of him, but the bright light had made it clear that his eyes could only see a white expanse, and he pricked up his ears to hear only the loud rolling sound of a helicopter. A pair of strong arms pushed him, forcing him to sit back in his original position.

Abra lowered the seat on the safety belt and put Gregory. Corso was firmly tied to the seat, his hands skilful but rough, and when everything was in place, Grigeri grinned and said, "Thank you." Abel raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he immediately remembered that this guy who had just made a little gaffe was a successful agent - every year there are no less than 2,000 new singers in the Western Continent who quickly become popular, but basically they can only be said to be prominent, the listeners and the media are monsters who have carved the new and the old into their bones, they have a tongue that is too fastidious, but the appetite is as small as an ant, they despise repetition, and the constant things will make them tired; But if you dare to "change" and "innovate", you have to beware of the suspicion and ridicule that comes from them - how many singers have disappeared from people's eyes, ears and memories after two or three songs, one or two records? Numerous.

Xiren has been singing for ten years, standing on the sharp tip of the pyramid, her talent and strange appearance are certainly one of the reasons, but Abel believes that Glegri. Corso's operation must have a lot of weight in it—a big one that would make everyone who might be in Xiren's position feel more grateful than afraid.

Except for the West Ren.

Abel thought that this girl was stupid when she read the information, she only saw what she had lost. But he didn't see what he got - Glegri was not a short-sighted, quick success fool, he had been carefully "raising" her, from Great Victoria Lake to Polyfemore twelve years ago, Xiren's experience was even a Cinderella in the crystal slipper, and in any case, her starting point was really low and terrible - if it weren't for Glegri, she might be being placed in the cabinet of some black-skinned rich merchant, of course, cleaned and divided. After drying and degreasing; It's also possible that her heart and kidneys will be soaked in formalins, waiting for the witch doctor to discreetly remove them during a spell cast. Mixed with some poisonous insects to crush.

Glegri took her money, but that didn't mean she couldn't splurge it, she ate delicately and reasonably, dressed elegantly and comfortably, to avoid glare and sunlight. Her vehicles were made of expensive one-way glass, and she could browse luxury stores at night under Glegri's supervision, and Able saw a bill on which Siren had spent millions of dollars in one night - just to buy a leather bag.

"Fly high." Abel said the driver made a "understood" gesture.

Two helicopters circled beneath their feet, they were so close. Up close, you can clearly see each other's faces in the cabin.

Xiren's pale hair and face flickered behind the glass window, and a man sat next to her, and two more people behind them. There is one more next to the driver. The helicopter was painted white all over, with "CBS" printed on the tail and blue wavy stripes around it, which seemed to indicate that it came from the Western Continent Cable News Network, but this perception proved to be very wrong. The people in its belly had little interest in concerts and the "unexpected" at concerts, and their tasks had nothing to do with the former—when the pillar beneath Xiren's feet was about to completely collapse. They threw a rope ladder at her, an unseen man protected her as she climbed her uphill, and the man in the helicopter reached out to them and pulled them into the cabin.

The other helicopter was a new two-seater helicopter converted from a small old Bell 47 helicopter, with only one person on it except the pilot, a young man, dressed in bad taste enough to make people feel the urge to "kill him", he stood at the door of the helicopter cabin, in good spirits, a rolling electric ball formed in the palm of his hand: "Let's try this!" He cried out at a loud voice, and spread his arms, and the ball of lightning crackled between his hands and expanded, lengthened, and densed, and it became a large, silver, shiny net, which of course would not have caught fish, and it had been covering the helicopter with a white background and blue stripes, as menacing as the man who had created it.

"See?" Beelzebub grew his mouth, "I didn't expect this nasty ruffian to have this hand?" He licked his lips, "I like that." ”

The collapse of the open-air hall of the Inverted Pyramid seemed to be coming to an end, and the peculiar structure leaned on the water, the harsh cracking and bending sound was still there, but it was much smaller and less, and the spectators who were lucky not to be crushed below floated to the surface of the water, and there was a faint cry in the darkness, and the moonlight illuminated the white clothes or ornaments, which now looked like white butter floating little by little on top of the cuttlefish soup. The passage through which Sasha and Beelzebub swam/walked had been completely reduced to a steep well, and only the two boys, accustomed to anaerobic diving in the sea, were able to dive straight up a hundred feet in pitch black water—and then had to crawl longer in the hot and humid metal tunnels.

When they finally came out on a certain platform, even Sasha couldn't help but say a foul word.

Sasha was busy wringing out the water in his hair, his hair was fine and dense, soft and abundant, Beelzebub used to jokingly call it "Golden Fleece", it looked and felt very good, but after soaking in the water, it was difficult to dry it all at once, he had to first grab the hair on his forehead, and wring them dry, then the sides, and finally the back of his head, and then he was quite envious of Beelzebub. Beelzebub's black hair was similar to that of a swan or a duck, thick and smooth, as if it had been born with a layer of oil, and he consumed more shampoo than ordinary people, but when he came out of the water, he could get rid of most of the troublesome droplets by shaking his head—he looked like a black Labrador when he shook his head—his clothes could not be dried by shaking it, and the son of the leader of the mob simply stripped naked, leaving only one long above his knees. Skinny snake-print panties with a thin leather belt. This panty is worth one hundred and fifty yuan, has a comfortable texture, and most importantly. It was sturdy, and had a large, sturdy mesh back pocket in which Beelzebub's gun could be kept safe.

Beelzebub was noncommittal about his words, and Beelzebub liked anything strong and powerful, but he was much harsher. Even if that idiot wasn't an enemy, well, they were indeed in a state of cooperation right now, and his terrible taste alone would be enough to make more than a dozen Sasha shy away. What's more, they all know very well that as long as they can find an opportunity, whether it is Martin or Hopkins. The quasi-eye kills the other without blinking, and the "Boss" knows this quite well, so he's always looking for ways to distance the distance between the two - whether it's Sasha. Hopkins and Martin. Or Martin and Anthony. Hopkins.

"I don't think it's that easy." Sasha said.

"Maybe you're right." Beelzebub tilted his head and admired the strange and dazzling scene against the black sky...... An invisible circular barrier enveloped the white helicopter, and the electricity dropped flowed and exploded wildly beyond the invisible sphere as time passed. Their attacks gradually weakened, and their forms began to dissipate. Two near-solid balls were thrown from the two-man helicopter, their light causing Beelzebub to shield his eyes with his arm, and when he lowered his arm, the two balls were embedded deep in the barrier, and the electric light exploded around them, gold, orange, white, blue, it was very beautiful. "Wow." Beelzebub said.

They froze for about half a minute, and finally Martin got impatient, and he added two new chips, and the barrier rippled visibly - the faceless Siren appeared at the window, Beelzebub's eyesight was good, he could see her mouth open, the tandem helicopter shook violently after a few seconds, the vulgar shirt swayed around the hatch, the electric balls lost control, and they were gently bounced out, and it was clear that the tandem helicopter pilot was trying his best to avoid them, Three-quarters of the way through his success, a small ball of electricity crashed into the helicopter's tail and crawled all over its body in an instant, not enough energy to cause the helicopter to catch fire or explode, but enough to destroy its electronics - it almost fell headlong.

The white helicopter got rid of the threat, it immediately rose, drew a quarter circle in the air and flew to the south.

"It's terrible," said Glegley gloomily, "you have failed. ”

Abel glanced at him and returned to his seat in silence: "The show is over," and after a while, he said, "Mr. Coso, we can all go home." ”

***

Nearly half a dozen green vines coiled several times around a fairly strong support pole.

Boa. Noel. Douglas climbed up with another man, and he saw Beelzebub and Sasha at a glance, and unexpectedly, the boy's pale blue eyes did not show much emotion, he seemed to have more than doubled in the half hour he had just had, and he first let the vine circle around him several times, and then pulled the man below up.

"Your aunt." Beelzebub reminded.

"Well," Sasha said, "I see it." ”

"He should go to you."

"And then she saved Douglas." Sasha shook her head, she always made people laugh and cry.

Catherine saw Sasha, and she tried to come, but was blocked by a huge crack.

Bo'er grabbed her, pointed to the "ground" at Beelzebub and Sasha's feet, a double layer of tempered glass bitten into a stainless steel clip, and to her feet, Beelzebub and Sasha could tell what he was talking about from his movements, even if they didn't listen—the glass might hold two boys, but it wasn't enough to add a grown woman—Catherine was persuaded, and she stepped back, looking worriedly at the boys, who were only about fifty feet apart.

"He's getting smarter!" Beelzebub said in surprise.

"He's got to be smarter than a paramecium."

Sasha said he had finally dried his shirt.

***

"Can I know what's going on?"

Mr. Xenek muttered that after the first song of Siren, Glegri. Corso's face suddenly changed and he rushed down, he hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to follow.

As he was decided, the venue had collapsed, and as luck had it, the seat at the top was in fact a small box for Gregory, with a thick carpet on the floor, soundproof wainscoting on the walls, velvet on the top, and a railing that was stronger and taller than the rest.

He waited tremblingly, and when he had calmed down a little, he came out and saw Anthony at first sight. Hopkins.

The psychiatrist sat on a railing that stretched out at 90 degrees to the interior of the venue, with an elegant posture and a calm expression, as if he was sitting in his calm and bright examination room with a faint fragrance, and under his buttocks was not a few awkward stainless steel poles, but a wide and soft leather sofa.

He glanced at Mr. Senek, and his eyes were grayish-blue.

"It's not a big deal." He said coldly, his eyes reflecting the flames that erupted after the two-person helicopter crashed not far away: "I think rescue will arrive soon." He tilted his head a little and thought for a few minutes, "I have something I want to ask you about," he said, "Do you think you can still get credit for Sasha's extracurricular activities?" ”

(To be continued)

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