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Gary looked up to see that Mark, who had stood up earlier, glanced at him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mark Kid saw the fear in his eyes, he knew what he was thinking, but he made a decision resolutely, and his eyes shone brightly. Old Gary remembers the first time he saw Mark, when Timmy invited him on a trip to London, the boy who looked like a doll, chasing and beating other children who wanted to bully him on the streets, and he couldn't be underestimated, his little fist was already very lethal. Gary could tell at a glance that there was a king's heart beneath that pliable face.

"Uncle Gary, I can see it," Mark said firmly, "that is the most terrible, and the weakest!"

Stunned for a moment, Gary was finally able to speak: "Mark Kid......"

Before he could finish, Mark had already turned and walked down the steps.

Knocking over the devil and destroying the severed man, the killer chuckled and turned to face the black shrimp on the left, he had fallen into his own attack range. I still have plenty of time to entertain him.

Black Shrimp was a little flustered, after the previous hard fight, he had thought of the other party's supernormal ability as a fantasy move with internal force and external force in martial arts novels. Seeing the tragic deaths of his companions one by one, he was filled with grief in his heart.

Black Shrimp saw the nightmare attacker slowly approaching him, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he thought of running away.

, that's not going to work.

He watched the killer turn his wrist, and knew in his heart that something was about to slash again. He hurriedly rolled on the ground, blood all over the ground, stained red. He had already lost too much blood, and it wasn't long before he lost too much blood to kill him.

He wanted to rush to the close and attack the other party's fatal point, but he didn't expect to take advantage of it at all, and almost died, and the double knives in his hands were like scrap iron.

Black Shrimp was in a hurry, and threw the knife at the killer.

The butterfly knives flew towards the killer, but they were both bounced off.

With the sound of metal striking, sparks shone brightly.

The killer's left hand was bent together with four fingers, opposite his thumb, as if he was holding something, and like a capital "U", he kept this hand shape, and he pushed towards the chest of the black shrimp.

Those who practice Wing Chun are known for their fast punching and flexible limbs. Seeing that the black shrimp was about to receive a strong blow to the chest, he turned around and dodged it.

This angered the killer even more, and he was ready to continue to approach and make moves.

Something in the back of his mind reminded Mark to quicken his pace. He hurried down the stairs, and the demonic half-cut knife lay on the ground, and he rushed over to pick it up, and threw it in one direction without looking at it.

The killer reacted quickly, he stepped to the side, flicked his fingers, and the flying broken knife was knocked upward, only to hear a thud, and firmly nailed to the ceiling.

The killer glanced at Mark and smiled at him. Mark took a deep breath of cold air, and only when he was face to face could he feel his breath—a suffocating smell of rancid and bloodthirsty.

Still staring at the killer's chilling smile, Mark said slowly, "The person you're looking for is me!"

The killer lifted his face and watched him closely.

Because Mark's face can really confuse people who meet for the first time. He wears a bright blue blouse, which reflects his delicate and charming face, reminiscent of the azure waves of the Amalfi coastline. His figure is slender compared to that of ordinary men, with short blond hair and a surprisingly beautiful face, which you can see from a proper angle that you can see his very masculine side. Otherwise, most people would think of him as a "beauty".

A man with a woman's face?

There was an indescribable feeling in the killer's heart, and to be honest, this feeling of surprise had not been seen in a long time.

But what happened next made him even more stunned.

Mark sighed in disappointment and shook his head in bewilderment. He didn't say another word, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed to the killer's side. That speed was several times faster than that of Black Shrimp, and it could even be said to be the fastest speed he had seen in "so many years".

Mark's jab was like a bullet out of the chamber.

This sudden attack took the killer by surprise, and he quickly retreated.

After a punch, Mark suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around closely, using several black-lacquered pillars with Cleopatra's head as references. A chill rushed into his mind: it was two and a half steps. Remember carefully, keeping this distance is fundamental, otherwise you will not be able to compete with the other party. Mark kept admonishing himself and wanted to keep himself calm at all times. Learning to be cautious is not a sign of cowardice.

The killer smiled, stared at Mark again, and waited for a moment. It was as if he was looking at a strange creature he had never seen before.

Truth be told, he doesn't like simple, crude resorts to violence. If you do that, you're killing nothing more than an animal, an unremarkable organism. It's not pleasant, it's no different from stepping on an ant, it's a child's thing. Only the soul can make human beings surpass other species on earth, and it can distinguish human beings from other life forms and become unique and incomparable beings.

"From Mina, I heard a rumor about you. The killer still laughs and talks. His mouth was like two thin blades of razor, and just looking at it almost scared, "I'm here for you." ”

"What did she say?"

Instead, she said almost nothing. This is not like her at all, the person who can make Mina so silent, as far as I know, there is only one person in the world. The killer continued, "In my understanding, this should be a very high rating. ”

"Am I supposed to be happy?" said Mark with a shrug.

Mina messed up. The killer remembered when he found her. She is like a frightened child, she refuses to say anything, and what she fears most is that she has ruined the boss's carefully prepared birthday present due to her own failure, and misses the precious opportunity to kill the enemy's strongest agent. Her heart and consciousness were locked in the distant orphanage era by heavy psychological pressure, so weak, pathetic, and unable to communicate...... Although she is usually a little stupid, she is still strong and self-conscious. But now......

Now, not only the boss, but even himself wants to see who defeated Mina.

"I have to admit that you managed to get our attention. There's a lot about you that we can't understand. He continued, "Like, how did you get through that space?" the killer said like a lecturer.

Mark sneered in his heart, why do I want you to understand, and I am not looking for a friend of the heart. He didn't want to take this talk, so he changed the conversation, "She missed, so she sent you to clean up the mess?"

"Yes," the killer said in a whisper-soft voice, "I won't miss a shot." ”

Mark observed his surroundings and asked, "Really?"

The killer waited for a while, spread his hands, and finally nodded: "I think so." ”

"So what are you waiting for, at least Mina isn't as wordy as you. ”

No loss of humor. For a moment, the killer began to have a glimmer of anticipation, and this unusual soul seemed to be enough to make himself happy.

Mark cautiously stepped forward. The mottled bloodstains on the floor were a constant reminder of how terrifying the enemies he was about to fight were.

Come on, damn BloodyHell, Mark scolded in a London accent.

At that moment, there was a cry from the side—a terrible, high-pitched scream, hard to imagine a man, but Mark turned his head to see the ghost screaming in a high pitch. Just now, he fell into the crystal glass conservatory, but fortunately there was a thick layer of dirt in it, and he was just scratched by the glass on his cheeks and clothes, and he was stunned for a while.

He lay face down when suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the wet, slimy dirt.

A black beetle, the size of a baby's fist, with a swarthy glow on its hard shell and strange horns on its head. Immediately afterwards, the other one crawled out, one by one out of the dirt. One by one, they swung their horns and crawled towards the demon.

Suddenly he felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand, and the demon immediately came to his senses, only to see that he was covered in a black crushing hard-shell beetle, which was gnawing at his skin fiercely, and the piercing pain made him scream.

Mark saw it too, but he couldn't pull away. He knew that the killer looked casual on the surface, but in fact it was the opposite. Just as he rushed down the stairs, he was ready to strike at any moment, and even when he was talking just now, he was about to move, his fingers making small movements inadvertently.

He couldn't move, and shouted to the black shrimp next to him, "You go help him!"

The image in front of him reminded Black Shrimp of the Egyptian scarab beetle in "The Mummy" that can gnaw a person to white bones in the blink of an eye, and he swallowed nervously. The little fear balloon in my heart began to swell: sure enough, the monster loved these creepy things.

The beetle's pain turned into a furious one, and the demon rolled on the ground, trying to squash them with his own weight.

Seeing that the black shrimp was stunned in place, Mark just wanted to take a step and move in that direction.

The killer spoke first: "Do you still have the kung fu to take care of others?" As he spoke, his index finger bent, like a pianist doing a simulated scale connection, dancing his slender fingers in the air.

It's exactly the same as what you see when you look upstairs, you can't see anything.

However, this is not the first time Mark has faced violence, as he has experienced several street fights where he has come close to death, but he has won them all.

Although he couldn't see the invisible knife, he could feel an arc coming towards him.

At such a close distance, this feeling is several times stronger.

The moment the tip of the knife approached his chest, Mark flashed back, and with a soft "boom", the gown on his chest had torn a hole more than an inch long, and if he took a step slowly, it would hurt the flesh.

Unlike the cold touch of metal, the invisible "blade" emits a fiery temperature, which is not a personal experience, and it cannot be experienced.

For the first time, someone dared to face themselves so lightly, and the other party just retreated in small steps, looking effortless, like a water strider moving on the water, brisk and leisurely. He seemed to be a martial arts master, his movements were clean, and his speed was much faster than that little Chinese. But what impressed me the most was not his speed, but his cool head. "Sensitivity" can be obtained by tempering the body, while "composure" is an innate talent.

He was the least convinced of the so-called scientific theories of the new century, psychology. Of course, at the beginning of the advent of psychology, he was as convinced by this alluring theory as the rest of the world, and that by studying people's emotions, psychology, and behavior, they could be transformed into the day after tomorrow. It's just a way for psychiatrists to try to convince patients by taking money out of their pockets in order to make money. The word "Shrink" by a psychiatrist is so apt, whether the so-called "heart disease" will disappear or not, it is unknown, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing a psychiatrist whose wallet will definitely shrink.

Those so-called psychology masters are not accurate in their analysis of themselves, they have worked so hard to analyze themselves, tsk, all laughing and talking.

Mark looked down at the gaping hole in his blouse.

Keeping the killer at arm's length is the key to today's success. Mark told himself in his heart. If you get too close, you will die, and if you are too far away, you will not be able to attack your opponent. Two and a half steps?!

The problem is that it may take some time to confirm this "sweet spot".

The killer's attack brought Black Shrimp to his senses, and he didn't even look back at the broken crystal conservatory, took off his black coat, and swung it vigorously, trying to dust off the insects crawling on the ghost's body. The ghost rolled on the ground, and the black shrimp finally got rid of the ghost thing with the help of the fire-like rescue, and the black shrimp dragged the ghost to the glass window with the stargazing glass, and the two gasped for breath.

When they calmed down and cast their eyes on the two opposing men in the room, the killer struck again.

Mark watched the killer's movements faintly, his left hand curled into a "U" shape, and his hand flicked forward. At the same time as the killer moved, Mark jumped backwards violently, much more exaggerated than the flash just now.

Old Gary watched carefully on the stairs, and the killer's movements were very similar to the cowboys' favorite game in their leisure time during the Western Wilderness - horseshoes. He immediately remembered the victim's wounds in the photos, as well as the corpse downstairs just now, the horseshoe-shaped wounds were concentrated in the legs, and although he didn't know why, Gary always felt that this meant something special to the killer.

This time, nothing hit.

Needless to say, because Mark made his judgment one step earlier. He knew that compared to the first shot, the killer's move was very powerful, and the cracked muscles and bones were not a problem, and the distance of the attack was also very far. Fortunately, he had seen him use this trick with his own eyes just now, and Mark also thought to himself: he didn't expect just now that Uncle Gary's five minutes of delay for himself would really play a big role when he was in danger. And if you think about it more deeply, if you don't understand what kind of danger you will encounter, it is the most dangerous. (To be continued.) )