Thanks to the leader of the alliance of "mmlukk", and thank you for the popularity of the "stupid joy who loves to read". Regarding the problem of resending it again after the revision of chapter 325, I have no solution, so I can only open an automatic subscription and book friends who have subscribed to the group, and I will send red envelopes back to everyone)

The regular rectangular nose of the car shot two cones-shaped rays of light in the thick yellow-green mist, and countless dusty particles visible to the naked eye floated in the bright cones, and the shadow of the Clown, Sith, standing in the center of the culvert, stood like a lanky giant on top of the collapsed rubble.

At this moment, Cheng Mo seemed to be in a dark movie theater, he was standing in the last row, watching the light from the projector pass through the film, casting the good plot on the screen.

But in reality, he is not a spectator.

It's a real participant.

Cheng Mo clenched the electromagnetic gun and aimed firmly at Grand Commander Michelle, who was counting down in his heart.

Six minutes and forty-nine seconds are left before the carrier can be activated.

The Clown Sith turned around, made a stop gesture in front of Cheng Mo, shook his head and said in an almost pleading tone, "Oh..... Oh, Selen, you have to calm down, in front of you...... But the French Commander, you really want to accidentally pull the trigger......... That would be a declaration of war on France...... Do you know what that means?"

Cheng Mo knew how to talk to the Joker Sith, and he realized early on that the Joker Sith had an unparalleled contagion. Whether the Sith the Clown is unintentional or intentional, it is now the stage for the Sith the Clown. Therefore, whether passive or active, he has to show "wonderful acting skills" and play on the same stage with the Clown Sith to put himself in a safe position.

In the world of the Joker Sith, the more weighty the supporting characters are, the longer they live, while the ensemble is cannon fodder, and there is a possibility of death at any time.

Cheng Mo knew that he had to enter the play, enter the plot, and show enough dramatic effects to meet the expectations of the clown Sith.

"I think His Excellency the great Commander Michel must not mind me doing this in order to save the people of Paris!" Cheng Mo looked at Commander Michel and tilted his head and asked, "Do you say yes?"

Commander Michel hugged the box tightly, standing on the pile of rubble, like a stand-up comedian standing on the stage of chasing light, he didn't speak, just like an overly frightened chipmunk, shaking his head slightly at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Look...... His Excellency the Grand Commander was still very conscious, and shook his head firmly to show that he was not afraid......"

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Guan Bojun, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at Cheng Mo's back and whispered with resentment: "Cheng Mo is really too good at pretending, I thought he was an honest man like me..... In fact, the flim tongue is a B! No wonder it can soak Xie Minyun......"

"Flim Tongue?" Gu Feifei on the electric donkey sneered and said, "You give me a look in front ......of the Clown Sith?"

"It's also ......." Guan Bojun sighed, "A waste of wood in the world like me, don't talk about girls, even boys look down on them." ”

"Not so much...... Senior Guan Guan ......" Fu Yuanzhuo said in a low voice, "You see that the clown Sith also needs to wear a mask to transform, try women's clothing, maybe women's clothing will bring changes to your life!"

Guan Bojun scolded secretly: "Wow!"

Gu Feifei forced a smile and trembled on the electric donkey.

Du Leng frowned and said, "It's time, you better be serious!"

Several people stopped talking, staring intently at the group of leading actors on the stage in the dark.

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Grand Commander Michel, who seemed to be just a tool man, stood on a pile of rubble, with ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping by in his heart, he could not have imagined that things would turn out like this, the first Sith the Clown who threatened his life was threatened by the second Selen who came out of nowhere.......

made him into an Ennoth nesting doll alive.

At this moment, Grand Commander Michel wanted to cry without tears, so he could only look at Cheng Mo and then at the Clown Sith trembling and at a loss.

When he heard Cheng Mo say that he was willing to sacrifice himself for the French people and was not afraid of death at all, Grand Commander Michel had no choice but to let go of the black lockbox he was holding tightly and turned it into a one-handed box.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed the Joker, who turned his head to look at Commander Michelle, raised his hands, and said incredulously, "Your Excellency, I didn't expect you to be the headline of tomorrow? Then he changed his tone and said in an indifferent tone, "In that case, you should not delay everyone's time........ Suicide Okay, as long as you commit suicide, no one will be able to open this box, and I don't need to do so many things............" The Clown Sith pointed to the box in the hands of Grand Commander Michelle, "For what son of a bitch's God gene ....."

Perhaps the Clown's Sith's tone was too sincere, and Archarch Michelle couldn't tell whether the Clown Sith was true or false, and he looked down at the Clown Sith, shivering in the glittering poisonous mist.

The Clown Sith took a step forward, stepped on the pile of rubble, bent down and picked up the pistol dropped by Archcolonel Michel, then raised his hand and handed it to Archcommander Michel, saying, "Come on...... It's incredibly easy to be a great French commander, just pull the trigger on your temple......"

Cheng Mo said softly: "Du Leng shot and hit the left hand of Grand Commander Michelle. ”

A flash of fire flashed in the darkness, and Commander Michel screamed miserably, and subconsciously went to help the left hand of the gun, so the black box fell on the pile of rocks, smashing countless fine stones.

"Sith, you have to take a step forward, and I'll blow the head of Grand Commander Michelle. Cheng Mo said coldly.

"Okay!!!" Clown Sith spread his hands, the pistol spun around his fingertips and fell on the pile of rubble, he turned to look at Cheng Mo, "Anyway, my purpose is to want God genes, not to kill, not to mention that this kind of killing without nutrition is really a bit boring....."

"Your Excellency, please pick up the box and come over now. Cheng Mo said holding up his gun.

Grand Commander Michelle gripped his blood-stained arm and groaned quietly, but did not move.

Cheng Mo said coldly: "Hurry up! This is not a request, but an order.......

Grand Commander Michel hesitated, but still bent down to pick up the box, and with his bleeding left hand, he cautiously walked down the pile of rubble.

When he passed by the Clown Sith, the Clown Sith turned around and chuckled and said, "Your Excellency, you must think carefully before making a choice, this is the most important day of your life." ”

Grand Commander Michelle trembled slightly, and slowly walked past the side of the Clown Sith, and he walked slowly in the direction of Cheng Mo with heavy steps.

"Hurry up!" Cheng Mo waved his electromagnetic gun and pretended to be impatient.

Grand Commander Michel was indifferent, like a tired climber climbing to the top in the snow. Cheng Mo knew that Commander Michel was stalling for time, but he couldn't tell Commander Michel that he was actually saving Paris. He knew he couldn't continue urging, so he had to force his anxiety in the rapid passage of time, staring at the Sith the Clown standing not far away.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'm the one who respects trading the most........ You take yours, I'll take my ......" Sith the Clown raised his hands and pulled a line in front of his chest, "Perfect ......"

Cheng Mo ignored the clown Sith, and when Grand Commander Michel approached, he took two steps forward and whispered in French to Grand Commander Michel, who was close to him: "Your Excellency, I don't want to hurt you, but this is the only way to rescue you and get the remote control of the poison gas device." ”

Hearing Cheng Mo's explanation, the originally anxious Commander Michelle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, he quickened his pace, walked to Cheng Mo's side and whispered, "Nice Selen, which department are you?"

"Office of Planetary Research. ”

"Office of Planetary Research?" asked Archsan Michelle, suspiciously.

Cheng Mo protected Commander Michelle behind him and whispered, "It doesn't matter, I know you're waiting for rescue, but you have to open the box quickly and exchange the God gene for the remote control of the gas device." ”

Grand Commander Michelle gritted his teeth and said: "There is no need for this now, since I have been rescued, let's delay for a while, wait for Captain Luert to arrive, catch the Clown Sith, and force him to hand over the remote control!"

Cheng Mo pretended to be stunned and said, "What if he threatens you with a remote control? And he is a madman, and when he saw Captain Luert, he immediately detonated the poison gas device?"

Grand Commander Michel was silent.

"Now trade the God Gene for the remote control, and you'll be invincible, saving Paris, and hunting down the Sith the Clown when Captain Lourte arrives...... If you don't change it now, in case the Clown Sith detonates all the poison gas in a fit of rage and Paris falls, it will be difficult for you to give an explanation to the people......." Cheng Mo said earnestly.

Grand Commander Michel stood in place for a moment, but finally softened, "Okay, but you'll have to make sure you can get the remote control of the gas device back, Seren." Commander Michel put the box on the ground and said sternly, "I can't get it back..... You will take all the responsibilities. ”

Cheng Mo sneered at the politician's face in his heart, but said in a low voice: "Don't worry! Your Excellency, I promise to get it back." ”

"Remember your promises. Sweaty Commander Michelle said as he entered the password.

Cheng Mo looked at the Sith clown and asked loudly, "Mr. Sith, how should we trade?"

Sith the Clown, who was standing in the poisonous mist, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't care. ”

"Then let's do it! You put the remote control on the left side of the culvert where the light can shine, and I put the God Gene in the same parallel place on the right side of the culvert, and then we go to the middle at the same time, and each goes to get what we need, do you think it's okay?" Cheng Mo chose a plan that seemed to be reasonable for both parties, but he had the "Seven Sins Sect", and when the time came, he could take advantage of the clown Sith not paying attention and use the "Seven Sins Sect" to snatch back the "God Gene".

Sith the Clown spread his hands: "It's fair. ”

Cheng Mo looked back at Grand Commander Michel, at this time he had already opened the box and took out a golden metal pipe from it, and the bottom end of the metal pipe screw-like shape was the "Labyrinth of Our Lady of Chartres". Cheng Mo still remembers this metal pipe vividly, he once injected it into Xie Minyun's body after the K20 derailed, thus saving Xie Minyun's life.

Thinking of the powerful effect of the "God Gene" and his heart disease that has not yet been completely cured, Cheng Mo will inevitably have mood fluctuations and his eyes will shine. He immediately reached for it, grabbed the top of the metal pipe and tugged at it gently, but Grand Commander Michel grabbed the metal pipe and didn't let go.

Grand Commander Michelle tilted his head slightly, shook it lightly twice, and said in a trembling voice, "No matter what....... Be sure to get the remote back. ”

Cheng Mo didn't know what Commander Michelle was worried about, his flaxen hair was completely soaked, his body was trembling, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

It's probably a collection of negative emotions such as regret, heartache, chagrin, anxiety, and inseparability. At this moment, Cheng Mo remembered the Gollum in "The Lord of the Rings", when he held the "Lord of the Rings" and didn't want to let go, he had such a painful expression.

Cheng Mo naturally didn't have any pity, he just felt that even if he was the powerful French commander, there would always be moments when people were powerless, at that time you couldn't do anything except pray, and I felt extremely gloomy, just like the moment I walked into the hospital for an examination.

In the bustling hospital, he walked alone in the cold rain as if he was isolated from the world, everything around him was out of reach, there was no way forward, no way back could be found, only endless raindrops hit him.

He hated, even hated, the feeling.

Cheng Mo felt that the scene in front of him was incomparably incredible, he was no longer a nameless, but a person who could go down in history.

There is no doubt that his name will be recorded in the history books, but how it will be recorded depends on how things turn out.

At this moment, Cheng Mo's inner feelings are difficult to describe.

It's like a World Cup football match that has attracted the attention of the world, and the spectators and the people on the pitch definitely feel completely different.

Of course, the struggle for power and interests in the world is far more complicated than a ball game, and what can be gained is not as simple as honor and money.

Cheng Mo didn't know why so many thoughts flashed through his mind, maybe it was because he was touching one of the most precious objects in the world, or maybe it was because he was observing his desires through Grand Commander Michelle.

In such an extremely dangerous environment, Cheng Mo naturally didn't dare to wander, those thoughts were just fleeting, Cheng Mo immediately nodded to Commander Michelle, and then with a little force, he pulled out the metal pipe from Commander Michelle, who was reluctant to give up on the "God Gene", and turned around to show the Clown Sith: "This is the God gene." Now you'll have to show me the remote control for the gas device......"

"No problem! Selen!" the Clown Sith began to fumble around his body, muttering to himself, "Where have you been?" After a while, he took out a phone-like object from his jacket pocket and shook it at Cheng Mo, "Look, here! ”

Cheng Mo held the God Gene and looked at the remote control in the Clown Sith's hand and said, "You have to prove its authenticity to me......"

"Oh, Selen, you're so suspicious!" the Clown Sith spread his hands and lit up the phone screen, then he showed the screen to Cheng Mo, pointing to a map of Paris covered with green skull signs, "Do you need me to find you a place to detonate it.......?" the clown chattered and laughed, "even though you have taken a few gas canisters away, it doesn't affect the gas here enough to poison all the Parisians......."

Cheng Mo saw with humble eyes that the clown Sith's finger was pointing at the location of the Eiffel Tower, and a red dialog box popped up on the green skull, "Warning - please click to confirm to activate Device 1". Through the faint poisonous fog, Cheng Mo stared at the phone-shaped remote control, the green skull sign under the Eiffel Tower was flashing, and several green skulls nearby had turned red, Cheng Mo carefully observed the location, those red skulls were all devices that had detonated poison gas, and those skeletons that were still in a green state were poison gas devices that had not yet been detonated.

There was no doubt that this was indeed the remote control of the poison gas device, but Cheng Mo could not be sure that this remote control was the only remote control. This kind of low-level mistake is not to be made.

The clown Sith sensed Cheng Mo's suspicion and snorted coldly and said, "Are you afraid that I don't have only one remote control?"

Cheng Mo took his eyes off the remote control, looked at the clown Sith, and said calmly: "Mr. Sith, this is not afraid. You should also know that the 'God Gene' in my hand is priceless, and the remote control in your hand, if there is one more, it is worthless, if you can't prove that it is unique, I can only cancel the transaction. ”

"Cancel the deal?" The Clown Sith held the remote control in his right hand, raised his left hand and pointed at him and asked, "Selen, are you threatening me, or are you questioning my character?"

Cheng Mo knew that he couldn't use normal logic to talk to the Clown Sith, and reasoning was definitely not a useful thing for the Clown Sith, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said in a low voice: "No, of course not, I'm not a threat, and I'm not suspicious of you." It's like two players playing against each other in front of a chessboard. I'm just testing your sensitivity to time, and I'm also trying to find out what your cards and goals are....... To be honest, I don't think the 'God gene' is more than ....... for you Your Christmas paradise is more important....." Cheng Mo tilted his head, "Do you say yes?"

"Oh! oh! I love your probes into my innermost desires......" the Clown Sith raised his head and closed his eyes, "it feels like another self is constantly approaching me......."

"Mr. Sith, no one can be you, you are unique, although others think you are crazy, but I never feel that way, as an artist who uses the world as a stage and life as a drama, you are performing with your life to fight against the nothingness of existence......."

The Clown Sith stroked his chest, took a deep breath, shook his head with tears in his eyes, and said, "Selen, you have touched me so much.......! Too TM moved....... "Sith the Clown didn't know where to take out a miniature submachine gun and fired at the top of the culvert, the firelight was like a blooming rose in the poisonous fog, the gunfire was like a firecracker, and the firelight and gunfire stirred the oppressive and quiet atmosphere in the culvert.

It wasn't until he had fired all the bullets that the Clown Sith threw the gun away: "Please allow me to use this passage as an acceptance speech in the future....."

"It's my pleasure if you like it. Cheng Mo bowed slightly, "Even if you can't be an acceptance speech, it's not bad to be an epitaph......"

"Epitaph, can someone like me be buried in the grave unharmed?" the Clown Sith laughed, "It's a blessing." When I was younger, I was good at writing such literary sentences, but now that I'm older, my hobbies are different, and I prefer to be more direct......." the Clown Sith waved his hand, "for example....... Don't feel sorry for my death, if I hadn't died, then you would be lying in the coffin......"

Ordinary people talk to him about epitaphs, and he will only think that you are cursing, but the Clown Sith happily discussed with Cheng Mo what kind of epitaph he liked. A simple temptation made Cheng Mo hear the clown Sith's disdain for death, he really couldn't think of what kind of weakness this invincible madman in front of him had, Cheng Mo let his tone be as relaxed as possible, he pretended to be casual and said: "Maybe this sentence is more suitable for you....... The Creator has drawn the curtain and the comedy is over completely......"

"Oh! that's good!" the Clown Sith snapped his fingers, "Okay! How can I prove it? Kind of a reward for coming up with a nice epitaph, though I don't necessarily use it." ”

Saying that, the Clown Sith bent down and put the remote control at his feet, unzipped the Ou Yu uniform, and took out a Bible from it, "Oh! how could I have this thing......." The Clown Sith disdainfully threw the Bible aside, "I'll show you everything I have all over my body....., right?"

Cheng Mo stared at the dagger with two lightning bolts on the handle and whispered, "It's really good." ”

"I'm sending you!" The clown Sith threw the lightning saber directly at Cheng Mo, and the Grand Commander Michelle behind Cheng Mo thought it was a grenade, and immediately fell to the ground in fright. Fu Yuanzhuo and the others also aimed at the clown Sith, their fingers touching the trigger, ready to shoot at any time. Only Cheng Mo calmly reached out and took off the dagger with the scabbard from the air, inserted it into his belt, and said, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. Sith the Clown shrugged his shoulders as he continued to pull things out of his clothes, the inside of his coat was like a Doraemon space bag, everything. One by one, the clown Sith threw things at his feet, and after a while, the miscellaneous things were piled up. In addition to weapons such as saws, steel needles, and pistols, there are also inexplicable things like rubber ducks, plastic bags of colorful balloons, clockwork frogs, wigs, red noses, and so on.

Cheng Mo's heart kept counting down, and as time passed, he became more and more anxious, but he waited silently without saying a word, and he had no intention of urging at all.

If he hadn't just seen the "Water Bearer" in the hands of the Joker Sith, maybe he would have risked killing the Joker Sith now, but now he can only wait patiently.

Fortunately, the clown Sith himself got impatient, took off his coat, and shook it upside down twice.

Cheng Mo watched without blinking as some bits and pieces fell to the ground, and the Clown Sith fumbled twice in his trouser pocket, took out the lighter, and set his coat on fire.

Sith the Clown took his coat and watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, and when the fire was about to burn his hands, he threw his clothes, which had turned into a ball of flames, into the sky, raised his hands high, spun in a circle and shouted, "Surprise......"

It was as if he would conjure up a myriad of pigeons like a magician.

However, the coat turned to ashes, but the pigeon did not fly out of the flames.

"FXXK!" the clown Sith yelled, pulling open his pants and glancing down into his crotch, reaching out and pulling out the corpses of two white doves and throwing them on the ground, angrily saying, "Maybe today shouldn't be the day to beg for peace." ”

Everyone was shocked by this extremely absurd scene.

Guan Bojun, who was banned, couldn't help but open his mouth and said in a dumbfounded tone: "What is this? A big devil who kills people in the city takes out two pigeons from the crotch of his pants? This is even more special than the anti-Japanese drama crotch hidden thunder...... Who's going to tell me about the mentality of this clown Sith?"

"If you can understand him, you will be on the same level as him. Fu Yuanzhuo shuddered, "Why do you want to suddenly pull out the corpses of two pigeons from the crotch of your pants, it's a little creepy......"

"It's just two pigeons, what's so big a surprise!" Gu Feifei said impatiently, "Don't interject, watch the drama ......"

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No matter how shocked the others were, Cheng Mo was indifferent. He didn't even look at the bodies of the two striking white doves, knowing that the magician's trick was to use people's attention to create blind spots. He stared closely at the scrawny hands of the Sith the Clown, to see what he would do next, and what tricks he would play.

To Cheng Mo's surprise, the clown Sith barely made any extra movements, and then he directly reached out and took off his pants, revealing a pair of slender and somewhat sickly legs, he scolded and bent down to remove his shoes, faded his pants to the side, and finally took off his shirt, piled up the clothes in a pile and lit them with a lighter.

The dim flames jumped in the poisonous gas, and the clown Sith standing next to him was only a pair of pants with a clown painted on it, and that pants were very happy, and in a special place it was a long red nose. Cheng Mo glanced at it without hesitation, making sure that he couldn't hide anything else, before he looked at the pair of colorful stockings on his feet.

Perhaps noticing Cheng Mo's cautious gaze, the Clown Sith pointed to his joyful pants and asked, "Would you like to take this off and show you?" and then he staggered like a real clown spinning around the fire, "Even a magician can't have hidden anything in this situation...... Besides, I'm just a clown....."

"No, no, Mr. Sith!" replied Cheng Mo, carefully observing the whole process from a distance of about twenty meters, and he was not confused by the Sith Clown's magic performance. He could be sure that the only remote control on the Joker Sith was. According to the character of the Clown Sith, it is impossible to give such an important thing to anyone else, and after entering the Ouyu headquarters, it is completely pointless to put the remote control elsewhere.

Cheng Mo became more and more sure in his heart, even if the Clown Sith had a "water holder", he was confident that he would use the "Seven Sins Sect" to destroy the remote control of the poison gas device and get back the "God Gene", as long as he could complete these two things, it didn't matter whether he killed the Clown Sith or not.

"Oh, that's great, and while I don't mind walking birds in front of the public for the sake of art, we don't want to show that plot so that it doesn't get harmonized because it's too R18......"

"Thank you for the show, Mr. Sith, then let's go and put what we have on the edge of the wall and the light. ”

"No problem...... But before that, shouldn't you open this tube and let me see if it's a god gene in it?" said the Clown Sith with a smile in just a pair of clown pants.

"That's as it should be. Cheng Mo picked up the metal tube and pretended to observe it, then pretended to cover the metal tube with one hand, and rotated the bottom cover with the other hand to let the dots move in the maze. Cheng Mo unscrewed the bottom cover with ease, and then poured out a crystal needle tube from it.

In the thick of the poisonous mist, the burgundy liquid churned in the needle, but it was not magma-like and made it so hot that it was impossible to breathe. It exudes a cold color and a cold atmosphere, making people who see it feel as if they are being blown by the cold wind in the hot summer, and the whole body is refreshed and the brain is awake.

"No problem, right?" Cheng Mo asked, holding up the haunting "God Gene".

（BGM——《call me Joker》Hildur Guenadóttir）

The red shimmer swirled around the culvert like a warning light with the churning foam, and the red-hot xenon headlights were dimmed by the wavy patterns reflected in the swarthy rock walls. Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire culvert was a little frozen, and the sound of breathing that had been lurking in the poisonous fog and shadows was all exposed.

Only the Clowns Sith and Cheng Mo were able to breathe evenly.

Cheng Mo noticed that the clown Sith had no unusual mentality, and his vigilance immediately rose, he knew that he was able to restrain his greed because he had personally injected the incomparably precious "God Gene" into Xie Minyun's body, and he had already experienced it once, and this time he could be so calm.

Then why was the Joker Sith so calm?

"Could it be that he has really reached the supreme realm of not liking things and not being sad about himself?" Cheng Mo wondered in his heart.

The clown Sith just casually looked at the God gene in Cheng Mo's hand, then nodded and said, "No problem." ”

Cheng Mo reinstalled the syringe back into the metal tube in front of the Clown Sith, screwed the lid, and pretended to be casual and said: "Such an important thing must be well protected...... In fact, Cheng Mo did this just to prevent the Clown Sith from getting the "God Gene" and using it immediately.

Sith the Clown said disapprehantly, "It's not too early, so let's start trading." ”

With that, Sith the Clown picked up the remote control of the gas device and walked from the rubble to his right, the junction of the cone light on Cheng Mo's left hand and the wall.

Seeing this, Cheng Mo also took the "God Gene" and walked briskly to the right, and the position chosen by Cheng Mo happened to be at the midpoint of the distance between the two, and it was only more than ten meters away from him when he walked diagonally.

The silent culvert was only the sound of two people stepping on cinders, and everyone else was holding their breath.

The clown Sith took the lead in walking to the junction of light and darkness at the side of the culvert wall, he bent down and stood the remote control against the wall, then turned to Cheng Mo on the other side and said, "Look, I'm fine!"

Cheng Mo also put the God gene on the wall, the light can shine to the eye-catching place, the metal tube containing the God gene shines in the light that penetrates the poisonous fog against the black rock wall, Cheng Mo got up and looked at the clown Sith opposite and said, "I'm okay too." After a pause, Cheng Mo said, "Then we all raise our hands now, you move a few steps to the left, I move a few steps to the right, keep a certain safe distance, and go and get what belongs to each other." As he spoke, Cheng Mo took the lead in raising his hands and took four steps to the left.

The clown Sith laughed strangely, and also took four steps across, widening the horizontal distance between him and Cheng Mo, raised his hands and said in a deep voice: "OK, then let's move forward together?"

"OK!" Cheng Mo took a step forward, and it seemed that Cheng Mo was doing all this very fairly, all for the sake of each other's safety. In fact, this is a trap for Cheng Mo to maximize his advantages after careful consideration. At this time, he was able to avoid the attack range of the "Water Holder", and Cheng Mo's "Seven Sins Sect" could attack almost infinitely as long as the energy was sufficient.

Everything is going in his favor according to his plan.

"Awesome! I'm sure it's going to be a perfect deal!" the Clown Sith followed Cheng Mo's steps towards the other side.

There was incomparably quiet inside the culvert, only two people taking one step at a time, and the subtle but clear footsteps echoed in the poisonous mist.

Perhaps to carry larger machinery into the Ouyu headquarters, the culvert is wider and taller than a normal culvert, but it is also limited in width, no more than eight or nine meters, and the rails are located in the center of the culvert. Sleepers stretched endlessly across the center of the culvert, looking like the Chu River Han Boundary, and Cheng Mo and the Clown Sith were like two soldiers who could only move forward and not backward.

Their movements are so consistent that they mirror each other on two parallel lines, even if not in a straight line.

Cheng Mo stared at the clown Sith diagonally opposite, he walked naked and barefoot towards the railroad tracks in the poisonous mist, without even glancing at Cheng Mo, just humming an unknown tune of "lalalala" leisurely steps. Cheng Mo was sweating like rain, he knew that his time was limited and he couldn't hesitate.

Although this scene had been repeated countless times in his mind, and he had calculated countless variables, the worst result was that he could only get one of the two "God Genes" and "Remote Control", and exposed that he had the "Seven Sins".

"Why don't you play a game without losses?"

"But isn't everything going too well?"

"Although the rules he formulated were all impartial, he was only secretly biased in favor of himself who had the 'Seven Sins Sect', but the Clown Sith was only a little dissatisfied at first, and he didn't raise any objections at all later. ”

Cheng Mo was at war, and he was a little uneasy in his heart, at this moment, he and the Clown Sith were only a few steps away from the middle railroad tracks, and if they had to move forward, they would immediately lose the unexpected advantage of the "Seven Sins Sect", and time could not allow him to continue thinking.

Whether to get the poison gas remote control steadily, or to be greedy, and try to fight for both, for Cheng Mo is one of the most difficult choices he has ever encountered in his life.

This is not a multiple-choice question on the exam paper.

Wrong, hit a red cross, and deduct a few points.

This is a multiple-choice question at a critical time in life.

Each option represents a different trajectory of life, and even determines life or death.

The pressure blocked Cheng Mo's throat like a lead block, making him breathless and his heart beat unsteadily.

The poisonous fog in front of him became thicker, and the clown Sith jumping not far away was like a ferryman on the "Lethe River". He held a flat boat on the misty river, humming a demonic ballad, and walked step by step to the other side of immortality.

When the tide of thought was stirring, Cheng Mo remembered the ugly face of Grand Commander Michel and remembered his suppressed desires.

"If you don't dare to fight in such a situation, maybe you will never have the courage to face the Sith the Clown again in the future, besides....... Really let the Clown Sith get the 'God Gene'....... What will happen next?" Cheng Mo didn't dare to think about it, his hand raised in the air was clenched into a fist, and just when he was still halfway to the railroad tracks, he, a small soldier who couldn't retreat, became a deserter.

"Shoot!" Cheng Mo shouted, and at the same time, a flash of golden light grew from his hand and rushed towards the remote control on the opposite side, and he turned around and ran towards the "God Gene" behind him. He is only about two meters away from the "God Gene", while the Sith the Clown is currently four meters away from the God Gene.

With Fu Yuanzhuo, they shot to stop the action of the clown Sith, whether it was the God gene or the remote control of the poison gas device, with the surprise of the "Seven Sins Sect", he should be able to get it.

The plan is foolproof.

The snort of blue electricity swept through the air, and the bright fire of the assault rifle exploded in the darkness. Lightning and bullets rained down wildly on the Sith the Clown, red, blue, yellow, and white light illuminating the entire culvert.

Cheng Mo heard Gu Feifei's excited shout, there was no doubt that the clown Sith who was wearing nothing was an eye-catching target in the light of the xenon headlights, and he had to use the "water holder" to defend, so that he would have enough time to grab the "God Gene" and the "Remote Control".

Cheng Mo didn't need to look at it to know what was about to happen.

The "Seven Sins Sect" pulled out a straight white light in the poisonous mist, and when it reached the remote control, it was tightly wrapped around the remote control as if it was alive, and then the shining white light tied the remote control and began to retract.

Having already obtained the remote control, Cheng Mo's heart was half settled, and he glanced at the position of the clown Sith with the corner of his eye, and at the same time flew towards the "God Gene" that he placed at the junction of light and darkness.

When you get the "God Gene", you only need to escape from the Ouyu headquarters, and everything will be over.

For escaping from the Ouyu headquarters controlled by "Nuwa", Cheng Mo has full confidence.

Victory is at hand.

However, in his field of vision, the Joker Sith, who was supposed to be in place to defend against electric light and bullets with the Water Holder, was not where he should have been.

The yellow-green poisonous mist rippled with a few soft ripples, but it was empty.

Cheng Mo was horrified in his heart, he turned his head in mid-air, like a goalkeeper saving a penalty kick in the wrong direction, and looked back to see where the vital football was now.

Time slowed down, like a frayed videotape slowing down. The air was filled with tiny specks of snowflakes that made everything abstract, and not far away the embers of the clothes lit by the Sith the clown were flying, and sparks were rising like fireflies in the poisonous mist. Blue lightning and red bullet marks passed through where the Sith the Clown should have been, and headed straight for the rubble.

"Bang!" A dull sound drummed in Cheng Mo's eardrums, and Cheng Mo in mid-air was hit by a knee that came out of the void, and hit his waist without any tricks, and the unsuspecting Cheng Mo smashed straight towards the rock wall.

When Cheng Mo fell on the wall, he saw the Clown Sith wearing only a pair of clown pants.

Teleport.

Cheng Mo had a skill in his mind that could not exist in a human being. It was as if his brain had been hit hard with a big stick, and all the cerebral cortex was trembling. A piece of information that I couldn't guess by a thousand calculations flashed through my mind: "Could it be that the Joker Sith was also injected with the 'God gene'?"

"But why does a person who has been injected with the 'God Gene' want to get the 'God Gene' so much?" Cheng Mo didn't understand.

The incredible defeat swallowed Cheng Mo, and he fell heavily to the ground. However, at this time, he had not lost his cool, and at the first time, Cheng Mo wanted to control the "Seven Sins Sect" to grab the remote control of the poison gas device, but at this time, he saw a blue light slashing in front of him, and the indestructible "Seven Sins Sect" was cut off by the water holder, and the remote control with the screen lit up fell from mid-air and fell into the black cinder.

The Clown Sith flew up and kicked Cheng Mo in the stomach, he let out a weird laugh, and said in a very mocking tone, "Why be greedy?....... Greed isn't a good habit! Look, you could have taken away the remote control of the gas device....... And now....... Nothing left....... There's nothing left!"

Cheng Mo's abdomen twitched, and the severe pain made him completely lose his strength. He quickly shook off the heavy frustration, he knew that he couldn't let the Clown Sith see that he cared at this time. Cheng Mo knew that he had no chance of winning against the Clown Sith who had been injected with the "God Gene" and the water holder, and the only thing he could rely on was his understanding of the Clown Sith.

Cheng Mo took the "Seven Sins Sect" in his hand and a little light disappeared, symbolizing that he had given up resistance, Cheng Mo's brain was running wildly, but the person was curled up by the wall like a dead dog. Fu Yuanzhuo's call came from the communication channel, and Cheng Mo covered his head and whispered while pretending to moan: "You guys are ..... now Leave immediately with Grand Commander Michel...... This is the command ......."

Sith the Clown brushed at his sparse green curls and gasped, "It was really unexpected, Ceren. I made a deal with you sincerely, but you relied on an artifact to calculate me...... You make me so sad..... Can you feel how heartbroken I am right now?"

He said it was "unexpected", but there was no "unexpected" in the tone of the Joker Sith, just like he said "sad", and likewise there was no "sadness" at all.

“...... Do you know how it feels?" the Clown Sith picked up his right foot and kicked Cheng Mo in the head again, and Cheng Mo held his head tightly to protect the mask and ventilator from the life-saving thing. However, this seemingly powerful kick in the arm was far less unbearable than Cheng Mo imagined.

It still hurts, but it's a world away from the force that the carrier can exert.

Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun's body have wrestled, and it is obvious that the Clown Sith's body is far less powerful than the carrier, and it is far worse than the power that Xie Minyun's body can control.

Cheng Mo didn't believe that the Clown Sith had mercy, he endured the severe pain, and looked out through the gap in his arm with his empty eyes, the blue water holder swirled around the Clown Sith, like a shield blocking all bullets and electricity. In the flickering light, the texture of the Clown's Sith skin took on a cyan color, just as the blood flowing under the pale skin was cyan.

This is completely different from Xie Minyun's situation.

At the time of the dying, there was still the leisure to distinguish what the state of the clown Sith was in, and only a person like Cheng Mo who was rational to the point of perversion could do it.

Because Cheng Mo knew that the danger of losing his life was imminent, and he had to seize every small opportunity. The more he is in the limit state, the more calm Cheng Mo becomes. Cheng Mo put down his arms and sat up from the ground with difficulty, he raised his head, and without fear looked at the pair of eyes covered with black paint behind the plexiglass mask, the pair of light blue pupils were full of bright shadows, like clouds that the sun could not penetrate, Cheng Mo clenched his fists and held back the pain and asked in a low voice: "What does it feel?"

The clown Sith bent down to pick up the remote control on the side, stuffed it into his clown pants, he tilted his head, half-squatted and looked at Cheng Mo, his eyes poked into Cheng Mo's eyes like a sharp sword, and said in a joking tone: "It's like a beloved toy, and it feels like being taken away by others......"

Cheng Mo trembled and leaned over to pick up the metal pipe beside him, leaned back against the wall and reached out and handed the metal pipe to the clown Sith, "No, Mr. Sith, no one can take your toy....."

The clown Sith did not immediately take the metal pipe containing the "God Gene", he looked at Cheng Mo's unbridled "haha" and laughed: "Selen, although the ending is disappointing. But I have to say that you did a great job in this play......." the Clown Sith shrugged his shoulders, "what if..... If..... If it weren't for the fact that I happened to pick up a handful of Philip's Divine General's Water Bearer, maybe you wouldn't end so badly...... At least, you still have chips to talk about......" Sith the Clown stood up, looked down at the sweaty Cheng Mo, and said with a smile, "But it's a pity that for now...... Maybe the situation is for you....... It's not so advantageous......"

Cheng Mo pretended to be indifferent and said, "Mr. Sith, I still have Commander Michelle and his nuclear bomb button in my hand....... I think we still have a basis for trading......."

"Really?" the Clown Sith looked left and right, he picked up the "Water Bearer" suspended beside him, pressed it against Cheng Mo's throat, and shouted in the direction of the front of the subway car, "Hey! You two don't hide...... Come out quickly, if you don't come out, I'll kill him right away......"

Cheng Mo's heart sank.

After a while, Fu Yuanzhuo and Gu Feifei, who were riding an electric donkey, walked out of the poisonous fog with lights on the side of the subway.

"Cheng Mo, are you okay?" Fu Yuanzhuo asked eagerly.

Gu Feifei grabbed the machine gun on the head of the electric donkey and shouted in English: "Clown, let him go...... If you don't let him go, I'll shoot you in the head!"

The clown Sith turned to look at Cheng Mo and asked, "Is this your partner?"

Cheng Mo didn't know how to evaluate Fu Yuanzhuo and Gu Feifei's behavior, in short, he was a little moved, but he felt that they were impulsive and stupid. Cheng Mo didn't even look at Fu Yuanzhuo and Gu Feifei, he raised his hand and made a stop gesture to the two, tilted his head and said: "His personality is a little irritable, it may be that he has always lacked education, I hope Mr. Sith can teach him a lesson and let him understand....... How cruel is this world......"

"I don't do this kind of thankless work. The clown Sith removed the water bearer from Cheng Mo's neck and put it on his shoulder, he turned to look at Gu Feifei and Fu Yuanzhuo, and said loudly: "It's really affectionate and righteous! young men! I like your sincere feelings....... Reminds me....... That dog I had in the yard when I was a kid......."

The Clown Sith paced back and forth beside Cheng Mo, and his weakness was within reach, but with the experience of failure, Cheng Mo stared at the side of the Clown Sith and did not dare to act rashly.

"What's that dog's name? Pete, Dick, Mike, Nick..... Oh, I don't remember that clearly...... Anyway, it was a little wolf dog that my mother gave me on my eighth birthday, and she left the dog and a letter, and then ran away alone, saying Pete, Dick, Mike, Nick..... Maybe it's JOKER, but it's the dog whose name I don't know what's going to protect me. I was naïve and believed her, and then that night, my stepdad came home and he asked where my mother had gone....... Dad, I don't know, but she left a letter...... I wasn't very literate at the time and didn't know what was written on it..... All I knew was that my stepfather picked up a brass buckle belt and kept pumping me after reading the letter, and I was in pain, so I cried loudly...... My stepfather asked me, "Idiot, why are you crying?" I looked at the little dog who was hiding in the corner and barking and said, "Mom said it would protect me...... Guess what my stepdad said?"

The style of the Clown's Sith speech is such that it is so emotional and so demagogic and infectious that you can't help but fall into the plot he describes. As two newcomers who have not yet become the first brother of the Chosen One, Gu Feifei and Fu Yuanzhuo were completely suppressed by the crazy aura of the Clown Sith, and they don't know if it was because of Cheng Mo's warning or the prestige of the Clown Sith. The two stood still, unable to speak.

The Clown Sith didn't expect anyone to answer, he lifted the water bearer on his shoulder and shook it, letting the blue light illuminate his gloomy face, "He grabbed the puppy and said to me: Jack, no one in this world will protect anyone else except himself, even if someone can protect you once, he can't protect you all the time, and the dog won't ....... You see...... It's just going to be ...... Unless you give it a bone to eat, then maybe it will scream harder...."

Sith the Clown stopped talking, and after a while, he continued: "The next day I dragged my scarred body, took the letter, and set off to find .....my mother with the puppy," he raised and pointed to his head, "I am illiterate, but I am smart, and I found the place where my mother worked through that letter." It was far from the town, it was a big city, I didn't have the money to get in the car, I wanted to get into the bus, but the dog in my arms was barking, so I was thrown down by the conductor, it was a little cold in winter, and I walked dozens of kilometers alone. I finally found my mother, but my mother sent me to an orphanage, saying that there was food and a place to live.... I trampled the puppy to death in front of her..... My mother asked me why, and I said...... Because I don't have any bones to feed it......"

The melancholy voice of the Sith the Clown echoed in the culvert, like a cello about to break its breath, and like a calm but disgusting river of garbage, which made people's hearts feel heavy.

Cheng Mo stood up against the wall and stroked his hot and painful abdomen, and said in a deep voice: "This is really a sad story, but looking at your achievements today, how do I think the orphanage is also a good choice?"

Clown Sith "haha" weird laugh, he laughed for a long time before turning his head to look at Cheng Mo, and said: "Look, Selen, you are still too naïve...... " At this time, Clown Sith stopped talking, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the front of the subway.

Cheng Mo also followed the clown Sith's line of sight, and found that Du Leng, Guan Bojun, Zhu Lingqi, and poor Commander Michelle were pressed over by six people wearing Ouyu exoskeletons and holding electromagnetic guns.

Fu Yuanzhuo and Gu Feifei also realized that the situation was wrong, and when they turned around, they found that they had been surrounded, being targeted from behind, and the other party still had their own people in their hands, Fu Yuanzhuo could only put down the gun and raise his hand to surrender.

Gu Feifei was a little unwilling, and did not immediately let go of the hand holding the machine gun tower on the head of the electric donkey, but before he could turn around, he was smashed off the back of the electric donkey by a professional terrorist with the butt of a gun, fell to the ground, and gnawed a mouthful of cinders.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, as if even the last glimmer of hope was dashed.

"No need to be afraid, my dear Ceren. I'm not going to hurt you. The clown Sith squatted down, he looked at Cheng Mo and said gently, "But now you are like a child spoiled by love and friendship, I have to help you grow up well......"

Cheng Mo opened his eyes and said calmly: "No, Mr. Sith, I'm not afraid, in fact, I had a serious heart attack when I was a child, and the eyes of death are staring at me all the time, you may not understand that feeling, the thing I am most afraid of every day is to fall asleep, as the night falls, I seem to feel that the room is getting smaller and smaller, and the bedroom I like, the only space that belongs to me is getting smaller and smaller, and it oppresses me so that I don't dare to enter the sleep that I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow." I often have nightmares in which all sorts of horrible things are approaching me, maybe it's a death face hanging from the ceiling, maybe it's a python, or something even more terrifying. I would wake up abruptly, then sit up from my bed, grab my quilt, and look at the darkness with my eyes wide open. The imminent death made me feel unusually anxious, like the main character in a movie who needs to escape from an extremely dangerous environment, maybe a room with rising water levels, maybe a gap between two steel doors that are closing. This fear has a domino effect, and each episode triggers more episodes and fears until you even close your eyes and are afraid. ”

Sith the Clown shook his head: "Go on..... I'm listening....."

Cheng Mo stroked the position of his chest and said in a low voice: " Overcoming fear is not an easy task, in fact I may have never overcome it, but as time went on, I gradually learned to face the fear of death, I learned to take it for granted, people have to learn to survive in difficult circumstances, I try to do everything to make my body healthy, and then every day when I close my eyes, I say to myself that fear is useless, what should come will come, even if I can't face it with a smile, there is no need to add a needless burden to myself, it is meaningless. Now that I have gone through many stages of fear, I have a deeper understanding of the nature of fear. From constant fear, to the feeling of contraction during a panic attack, I know that fear can play different tricks on my body and mind. Yet through growth and mindfulness, I have transcended fear. After so many years of death's care for me, I have found a way to face my fears. ”

"Yo!" the clown Sith reached out and lifted Cheng Mo's chin, and he said in a loud voice: "What a distressing little pitiful ....... No wonder you can find a beautiful girlfriend and a group of hot-blooded friends......" the Joker Sith paused, "but trust me, they are not for you, you are just like me...... I can only live alone......"

"I don't think so. Cheng Mo pushed away the clown Sith's hand.

"Aha! This is not a curse, but a prophecy. ”

"I'm really sorry, I believe in the physicalist worldview, in my world there are no constellations, no fortune telling, no blood type, no personality analysis, my fate is one of my concepts......"

"Believe it or not, I can see your future. The clown Sith tilted his head, he grabbed Cheng Mo's arm and dragged Cheng Mo up, "Now, I'll take you to see a great show first!"

Cheng Mo staggered, dragged by the Clown Sith in the direction of the front of the train, and he saw that everyone else was surrounded by the group of terrorists on the tracks, where the xenon headlights could shine.

Guan Bojun squatted on the ground and held his head trembling, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. Du Leng, Zhu Lingqi and Fu Yuanzhuo also squatted, putting their hands on the back of their heads, in standard prisoner mode. As for Gu Feifei, who was still lying on the ground, he couldn't get up, and a hanging electromagnetic gun was aimed at his head intentionally or unintentionally.

Only Grand Commander Michelle was treated better, and he stood in the middle of the crowd with the box with only the "nuclear bomb button" left.

The clown Sith glanced back at Cheng Mo and said, "Oh......! It's time for multiple-choice questions again, and think carefully about how you want those companions to survive. I'll ask you ...... wait until I put a salute first," the clown Sith brought his face to Cheng Mo's cheek, "help you become a better person." ”

Hearing this, the shadows trembled.

The clown Sith let go of his grip on Cheng Mo, he walked up to Commander Michel, grabbed the "Water Bearer" and bowed to Commander Michel: "The great King of France....... Your Excellency Michelle, it's an honor to see you again!", and then he straightened up, and lifted the "Water Bearer" to remove the suit of Grand Commander Michel.

This unusual behavior frightened Commander Michel and cried out in horror: "You....... What are you going to do?"

The Joker Sith looked up from Commander Michelle's blue checkered tie until he was eye level with Commander Michelle before he spoke, "Don't ..... Don't be nervous, Your Excellency," he tilted his head, "I just think..... Your tie...... It's kind of to my taste, I hope you can borrow me to wear ......."

Grand Commander Michelle rolled his throat, put down the box in his hand, took off his tie tremblingly, and handed it to the Joker Sith with a trembling voice.

The Clown Sith took the tie, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you....", and the Clown Sith reached out and tapped Commander Michelle's chest twice, "But I seem to be missing a shirt to match......"

Commander Michelle hurriedly took off his shirt and consciously handed the suit to the Clown Sith.

"I didn't expect you to be so generous!" the Clown Sith stroked his chest and bowed slightly, he stuck the "Water Bearer" on the ground, took the suit and shirt and looked at it carefully, and said to Commander Michelle, "This is probably the most expensive suit I've ever worn...... Thank you so much!" said the Clown Sith, turning his gaze to Captain Michelle's pants.

Grand Commander Michel did not dare to speak, but immediately unbuckled his belt, took off his pants and shoes, and handed them to the Clown Sith, who stood on the sleeper, wearing only a white waistcoat and a pair of trousers, shivering coldly.

"Oh!" said the Clown, Sith, taking his trousers from Commander Michelle's hand, glancing at them as he wore them, "I hope you didn't pee your pants just now!"

"When..... Of course..... .......Of course not," Commander Michelle replied with a stammer.

The clown Sith put on his suit and tie, and suddenly pulled out the "Water Bearer" who was inserted on the side, resting on the shoulders of Grand Commander Michel, he gently rubbed the sword of Oshennas on the neck of Grand Commander Michelle, and said with a strange smile: "Now I still need you to do me one last favor, I don't know if you are willing?"

"What..... What's the hurry?" Archsan Michelle asked, shuddering.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, Commander!Let's imagine a scenario, for example, what would happen if you were killed by me without agreeing to do me a favor!" the Clown Sith twitched the Water Bearer back and forth, and the cold light "Water Bearer" lit up the side of Commander Michelle's face, "I want to see those filthy newspapers... and those disgusting social networking sites...... What it was like when you sent your black and white photo...... They will spend dozens of pages on your life, recount your exploits, and then be critical of your poor performance in this incident. As for how much you love this country, how hard you work for it, and even die for the noble death of this country, everything will go up in smoke. People will only remember that Paris was gassed at your hands, and that the conspirators behind Napoleon VII would jump out to fight for the hearts and minds of the people, and I think you should know that he is doing this now, and maybe when you die, he will be even more brazen to slander you and restore the monarchy. You...... The great French commander died like a rat in this tunnel for the sake of this country, only to be hung on the pillar of shame in history and whipped by others. You don't even deserve a state funeral, no one will lay flowers for you, they will even spit on your grave. As for your poor wife and daughter, they will soon be distancing themselves from you. There is no doubt that your beautiful wife will find another man to marry soon, and your daughter will not want to mention you, or even refuse to recognize you as her father, because you are sorry for your position......"

"What...... What do you mean?" asked Grand Commander Michelle, glancing at the "Water Bearer" placed around his neck.

"I've got a good idea to get rid of all your troubles," said the Sith the Clown in a demagogic tone, "so that you can still sit firmly in the position you are in no matter what happens.....

Grand Commander Michelle subconsciously asked, "What way?"

The Clown Sith tiptoed, pointed to the box at Commander Michel's feet with his left index finger and said, "Open this box, press that nuclear button......" As he spoke, the Clown Sith suddenly shook the "Water Bearer" and crashed into Archsman Michel's arms, and at the same time stabbed a sword at the Duke of Sutherland, who was standing behind Michelle, and the Clown Sith laughed and shouted, "......... Shoot a nuclear bomb at the country that launched this terrorist attack, only a complete explosion can divert the attention of the population!"

Grand Commander Michel saw the pale blue pupils of the Clown Sith getting closer and closer, his eyes widened in horror, and his body softened suddenly.

Despite the extreme speed of the sword, the Duke of Sutherland, who had always been on high alert, reacted when the clown Sith shouted, and he subconsciously waved the electromagnetic gun in his hand to block, preventing the "Water Bearer" from piercing his neck.

But the power of the "water holder" is too strong for the electromagnetic gun to resist at all, with a slight click, the "water holder" cut off the electromagnetic gun, cut the exoskeleton, and pulled out a long blood mark on the chest of the Duke of Sutherland.

Sith the Clown shouted at the back of the Duke of Sutherland, "Your Excellency, don't go!

The civil war of terrorists began, but the sword came so unexpectedly that the outcome was decided almost instantly. The three prepared terrorists stabbed the two people in the middle directly with daggers, using the same technique as Cheng Mo, using daggers to directly smash the helmet and the exoskeleton at the junction of the neck.

Although the Red Lion of England died before he could react, he bought the Duke of Sutherland time to escape, and he hunched over and flew into the poisonous mist.

At this moment of lightning, Cheng Mo whispered, "Nuwa, start the subway!" At the same time, a white light shot out from his hand, and the "Seven Sins Sect" flew straight towards the Grand Commander Michel behind the Clown Sith.

The clown Sith turned around and slashed down the "Water Bearer" in an attempt to cut off the "Seven Sins Sect", and Cheng Mo, who had been prepared, let the "Seven Sins Sect" draw an arc to avoid the edge of the "Water Holder", and rolled around Commander Michelle like a snake, and the tip of the sword pierced the temple of Commander Michel, who was slumped on the sleeper.

The clown Sith stopped attacking, looked at Cheng Mo, and said with a smile: "Oh..... Don't you want to see the historic moment when nuclear war breaks out, and the most magnificent fireworks are about to be lit, and a new world is about to come......"

"Mr. Sith, I don't have any interest in your plan, now I just hope you don't move, please believe me, even if you can kill me, I will definitely be able to kill Grand Commander Michelle with a reflex, I am very nervous right now, you must not accidentally provoke me, so that your nuclear bomb fireworks will never explode. ”

"It turns out that you just told me how you overcame your fear for most of the day, just to set the stage for this moment. Sith the Clown turned his head to look at Grand Commander Michelle, who had once again become a hostage of Cheng Mo, and bright red blood was running down his temples, piling up a line of blood on the mask. The frightened Commander Michelle really peed his pants this time, a puddle of urine gathered on the sleeper, and Commander Michel's teeth were still chattering, "Gurch, Boom" was very obvious, the Clown Sith put down the "Water Bearer" in his hand, and said casually, "Oh! Sylen, I will be angry if you repeatedly oppose me like this." ”

Cheng Mo shook his head and said, "I didn't mean to stop you, I just wanted to leave with my companion..... Now please go to the other side of the tracks with your people......"

The Clown Sith didn't move, he tilted his head to look at Cheng Mo and said, "Then do you remember the story I started telling you?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think the same way as you. ”

"Okay!" the clown Sith spread his hand, and then he swung a sword like lightning, and a blue light flashed, directly cutting the breathing apparatus of Zhu Lingqi, who was closest to him, and Zhu Lingqi spurted blood from his mouth and then fell to his knees, letting out a feeble hissing of "ho-ho". The clown Sith waved his hand at Cheng Mo and made a gesture of invitation, "Come to Selen, now it's your turn!"

"Brother Qi!" Fu Yuanzhuo wanted to hold Zhu Lingqi, but was kicked to the ground by the terrorists on the side.

Gu Feifei next to him struggled to stand up, but was kicked twice and curled up like a shrimp.

Cheng Mo held the green tendons of the "Seven Sins Sect" and burst out, and the "Seven Sins Sect" became tighter and tighter, piercing into the temples of Grand Commander Michelle, and sharp screams echoed in the poisonous mist.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

........

Commander Michelle shouted hoarsely.

The Clown Sith didn't look at Grand Commander Michelle, but just looked into Cheng Mo's eyes and "hummed" and smiled: "It seems that I haven't killed the person who has the best relationship with you yet..... Selen, you're really lucky....." The Clown Sith waved his sword and pointed at Fu Yuanzhuo and them, "I don't know if the next one is ..... Cheng Mo, you only have one card in your hand, but I have six, even if you beat one, I still have five, do you have the courage to knock out your only card? Don't bluff...... You can't protect anyone but yourself...... You see, it's ...... like me."

Even if Cheng Mo had already spoken first, he wouldn't care about their life or death, but when this moment really came, Cheng Mo was so pressed by a nightmarish pressure that he couldn't breathe. Cheng Mo Khan rained down, feeling that he had once again fallen into the nightmare he had when he was a child. He needed to escape from an extremely dangerous environment, perhaps a room with rising water levels, perhaps the gap between two steel doors closing. In dreams, you just wake up, but in reality, the more awake you are, the more powerless you feel.

The Sith snapped his fingers and said, "Now I'm willing to give you a chance..... Make a fair deal with you, Grand Commander Michelle's life can be exchanged for a person's life..... You can choose one person to let him leave, or you can leave by yourself, in short, the person who stays, I will give him a perfect ending, and there will definitely be no sequel stalks, including you, Celen...... Now, I'll give you ten seconds to think about it..... Ten seconds later I started killing people, and I personally expected you to see me kill them one by one, and then watch me press the nuclear missile button and go...... Of course, if you lack such interest, I won't stop you...... Oh, I don't think I ran away from home alone, or I'm giving you a preferential treatment and letting you choose a puppy to take him away....." The Clown Sith let out a weird grin, "Do you think I'm good to you?"

Cheng Mo was so anxious that he asked Nuwa to start the subway, but the subway was slow to move, maybe because the subway was completely broken, maybe it was the derailment of the back carriage that caused the front of the car to be unable to move, in short, he had nothing to do.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

The clown began to count down, and the sound of his timekeeping was like the piercing chirping of a sharp iron tool against glass, and the sound strongly stimulated Cheng Mo's eardrums, making his heartbeat disordered. Cheng Mo didn't dare to look at Fu Yuanzhuo and them, his mind was full of pictures of Zhu Lingqi spurting blood and kneeling on the ground.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

The clown Sith bent down to look at Cheng Mo, he narrowed the distance between him and Cheng Mo out of thin air, chattering and laughing: "I can't wait!

I wish you all a happy new year

(End of chapter)