Then she changed her mind and turned her head to look at the police cars whizzing by on the road not far away.

His eyes couldn't help but get colder.

"I'm going to collect some interest before I treat them."

……

At the same time, not long after Mo Yu left.

Several helicopters, rumbling from the night, landed in an open field that had been burned to ashes.

Several heavily armed fighters came down from the helicopter.

They wore helmets and armed with black shields.

Looking at the wreckage of the car that had been reduced to ashes, he took out a machine to scan.

Half an hour later.

Report to the interlocutor next to your mouth.

"Report to the captain, this search team has all been killed."

"After testing, there has been an abnormal fire element explosion here, and there are no supernatural mental fluctuations in the vicinity of five kilometers."

……

Night was falling.

Downtown Mexican.

The headquarters building of Mexico's largest drug lord group.

Even though it's late at night, at least half of the rooms in this skyscraper are still lit.

The one hundred and eighth floor.

It is also a bright and brilliant lamp.

This is the highest floor of the building.

At the same time, it is also the office area of the group, which is the real head of the Guzmán family.

Empty café in the office area.

Dark red table.

A tall, bearded man with brown pupils and a nose drill between the wings of his nose.

He was with a gray-haired, kind-eyed, blue-cloaked, like an old gentleman.

Sit opposite each other.

Plumes of white smoke emanated from the coffee on the table.

At this time, the old man's black cane was set aside.

He was holding a magnifying glass in his hand and reading glasses on his face.

In his other hand, he held a silver needle, and looked at it repeatedly, and finally sighed.

"Incredible, incredible, unimaginable, an ordinary silver needle can have such penetrating power?"

"At first I thought I just didn't go in a little?"

The old man is the honorary committee member who is responsible for receiving Mo Yu during the day and selling weapons to the outside world.

After knowing the girl's true identity, he carefully examined the killer's injuries again, and even performed a craniotomy on him.

That's when I found out in amazement.

The wound on the killer's eyebrows is not as simple as being attacked.

It turned out that the silver needle not only pierced his forehead bone.

It also went straight through his brain, sinking deep into the back of his skull, almost coming out of the back of his head.

"It's not a penetrating power, it's just an ordinary silver needle, and the most important thing is the person who uses it."

The man sitting across from him sneered as he stirred the coffee in his hand.

The rising white vapor blurred his angular and heroic face.

"Yes, a needle piercing the skull, what kind of power is this," the old man sighed heartily.

"It's hard to imagine the hand power of a little girl."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the man and smiled.

A rare compliment.

"Fernand, you are still prescient, it is indeed difficult to provoke a person with such ability, if you can't fight the tiger, it won't be beautiful to be counterattacked."

"Naturally, these supernatural abilities should have been dealt with by those with supernatural abilities."

"Who knows what kind of abilities these supernatural beings have?"

The man smiled.

As he spoke, he glanced at the old man meaningfully.

"I've already sent someone to see the place you mentioned, and the goods you sent her have long since disappeared."