Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 840: Head mallet

When Sakiya Takakawa was holding Sakiya and walking towards the fire and the others, Sakiya’s Ash Messenger transformation was quietly disintegrating, and the tight-fitting attire that wrapped her body was re-disintegrated into inexhaustible gray silk, retracting to that piece of Luo. In the mask of Xia Moji, afterwards, the mask fell from Sakuya's face, and it was twisted again, returning to the form of a puppet bear again. Sakuya's quietly sleeping face is like the sleeping princess in a fairy tale.

"Ms. Sakiya is okay?" The fire escape asked the same question as Gregya.

"I hope it's okay." Yiti Takakawa replied, Mihuo couldn't read more information from his face, but even if Sakiya really lost combat ability temporarily, Mihuo still hugged the whisperer. Have considerable confidence. Judging from the performance of these ambushers, the fighting with them did not exceed the general intensity. In other words, the opponent’s ability can only cause this degree of trouble to the whisperer, and this kind of trouble can even be discussed. It's not troublesome. There may be a few of them who possess more powerful mysteries, but if most of them are at this level, they will not be able to threaten the whisperer. A mysterious organization with a large number of people, but a loose structure, with uneven members. Compared with a sparse but stable mysterious organization with a large number of elites, its evaluation is several levels lower.

Whether the actions of these ambushers were the light of the torch, or the leaders of the Asians, or just the private actions of these people, these questions can reflect the relationship between these Asians from the side. of. If these Asians really have a large number of themselves and one or two pillars because of the acquiescence of the Central Duchy, and temporarily entangled together to launch an offensive against the whispers, then they will inevitably end up with a miserable result.

The battle between the mysterious organization and the mysterious organization, even if the "mysterious" part is included. It is also not much different from the battle between normal organization and normal organization. Organizations that are temporarily formed because of their interests and whose members are not coordinated are in doubt as to how much integration force they can exert when faced with one unexpected crisis after another. Mischief can be described as a senior expert on organizational issues, only from the emergence of these ambushers. And their performance is enough for him to estimate the deeper problems of these Asian organizations.

The situation is much better than what he had inferred at the beginning. Now, it can be judged to some extent that no matter what purpose the Torchlight wants to achieve, it is impossible to place these Asians in a key position. It's really strange, what kind of secret agreement did these Asians reach with Torchlight, so that they dare to take such actions in this state? Is it just because these people are short-sighted, just some idiots who only see possible benefits? If so. So, who is behind the gathering and promotion of these Asians? Or what kind of organization?

Zhuohuo really wants to see other Asians who haven't come to ambush him and the others. Maybe you can see something from them. If the real principals of these Asians were the ones who were killed before, it would really surprise him, because, that way. Isn't the appearance of these Asians meaningless? he thinks. Things must not be that simple, and Torchlight will not do such a time-wasting thing-just take a few Asians to London for a tour, and die if they are killed? What an international joke!

"What's your name?" Shi Huo looked at the only survivor who was standing not far away, somewhat alert, but did not leave. He is a man who fits Asian characteristics very well, no matter his figure or appearance. However, judging from his minor actions, clothing and personal temperament, he did not quite fit his impression of the people from the central government. For work reasons, the fire escape has traveled to all the important countries in the world, and once stayed in other countries for a long time, it was reflected in the citizens of those important countries. Habits, thinking and temperament that are in line with the characteristics of their own country, have quite ample experience.

In his opinion, this man who survived because of good luck and stopped in time has at least 80% chance of surviving, and he is not from the Central Principality at all.

"Dalang." The man answered without hesitation, and even gave people a sense of sincerity. This performance and his appearance constitute a unique sense of fusion, as if he was such a person, not intentionally. Cover up your own pretentiousness.

However, there is not such a strong intuitive impression of fire escape, and it is concluded that this Asian is such a person. In the mystery, there is no lack of the power to twist together, including the appearance and the inside. Although this man is one of the ambushers, he has not been observed using the mysterious scene, and it is impossible to determine what kind of mystery he possesses.

"Dalang?" Zhao Huo nodded, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking on his face, as if he wasn't very interested in the name that was reported. He immediately asked: "Who are you? Why attack us?"

"I, I don't know anything..." The man claiming to be Talang hesitated, and this hesitation did not seem to be thinking about lying or trying to put aside his responsibility. Very sincere, "They said they wanted to attack, so I came, I am the person responsible for blasting."

The driver beside the fire took a thoughtful look at the car wreck which was still emitting heat.

"In other words, are you sure that we are the enemy?" Ai Huo asked, staring at him closely.

"No, no, we failed. I'm just a captive, your captive." Dalang's expression was flustered, and he waved his hands again and again: "I don't want to die, I won't run, you ask, I will be old Answer it honestly."

"You are such a fool, do your little friends know?" Gregya interrupted suddenly. Although few others present showed expressions that truly understood this sentence, and the atmosphere was a bit cold, however, Zhao Huo knew that this sentence actually came from an ironic joke that was very popular in the Central Duchy.

Dalang showed a dazed expression and said: "I am not a fool at all. Everyone has already said that if you fail, you can surrender. You won't kill the prisoners of war, won't you? I'm just an accomplice, too. Didn’t really bring you any actual harm, can it be considered an attempted murder? The law is not enough to sentence the death penalty. Everyone says that the cyberball is a very reasonable international organization. Isn't it?"

"I can talk." Gregya whispered to the prosthetic body Gao Chuan privately, "If I were to pronounce the sentence, he would definitely give him a taste of what it is like to have a comminuted fracture of the whole body." Although her voice was low, But on the open plains. But it was enough to be carried by the wind to Da Lang's ears. Dalang's face was a little pale and said, "You can't do that, I didn't really hurt you."

"It really looks like a second stunner." The driver pressed the cap and said to the fire escape: "They're here." Three seconds later, he knew who they were referring to. Rolling sand dust appeared in the field of vision, and it was soon clear that it was raised by an old-looking off-road vehicle. The direction where the off-road vehicle appeared was exactly where Shihuo and Gaochuan and his group planned to go.

The torchlight man finally arrived.

The off-road vehicle slowly parked beside the wreckage of the escaped car. There is no meaning to show off the car's skills, the main person of the visitor seems to be inclined to a calm character. Under the gaze of the fire escape group, Jacques, Kura and K got out of the car one after another. Jacques’ eyes paused on the burned-out car wreck, and then they fell on the fire escape and others one by one, and then watched again. With a glance at Tatrang, his expression didn't change much. Dalang seemed to be a little scared too, and he originally wanted to run to Jacques. But he hesitated for a few moments on the spot, but no more practical action was taken.

"I am Jacques, who can represent the light of the torch. I am very sorry for the reckless actions of these people. I should have stopped them, but. These people are not completely under my control." Jacques approached the fire and went straight. Regarding the person in charge of the Internet ball, he said with the same calm tone: "If you plan to put that man to death to vent your anger, it will have no effect on us, but. As a fellow player, I still beg you to let it go. Past this poor and stupid guy."

"Can one sentence leave what happened to us?" The sight of the fire crossed Jacques's shoulders. Even if he didn't turn his head, Jacques could understand what he was looking at-the car that was completely destroyed." There is no doubt that this was a premeditated and malicious attack. They wanted to kill us. We did not die. It was not because they released the water. Normally, attempted murder can only be punishable by imprisonment, but, Now here, no one is a good citizen." He turned his gaze back, staring at Jacques, and said: "Even if you can come here earlier, is there any excuse now? A momentary negligence?"

"It is because we were late that you killed the attacker, didn't you?" Jacques did not waver at all, and his tone did not fluctuate. "You have killed the people who really wanted to kill you. The man left is just an idiot accomplice who doesn't know the situation."

"Fools also have the responsibility of fools, but that's just a small matter." He stared at Jacques, and said: "Now there is a big issue, I want to get your answer. As the initiator of the conference, Cyberball is absolutely not allowed to do anything else. The destruction of people and organizations, your torchlight, is it for or against?"

"This is not a good place to talk, and the timing is not right." Jacques was silent for a moment, intending to say something, but he was immediately interrupted by the escape, and he emphasized again: "I need an answer now, yes. Or against?"

"Such toughness is not a good attitude to discuss." Jacques rubbed his fingers, but still did not answer positively. His suggestion is that anyone who understands the world can understand it, and the escape is no exception, but the escape is not intended. Leave this strong rhythm.

"I'm not discussing things, you know, Jacques." The fire escape said, "I think you are a smart person, so you shouldn't have come in person. No, you shouldn't even have anything to do with these people. , It’s better for us to kill the last remaining Mr. Darang."

"That's really a shame." Jacques' attitude finally became sharp, "Although these people are stupid, but they are still our good friends after all. What they plan to do, we don't want to bother , But, if I can, I don’t plan to let them all die here."

"It's so nice." The fire slammed his forehead against Jacques' forehead, like a bull in a gladiator. For a moment, his body burst out with a strong sense of oppression, as if relying on his aura to make this one half short. The tall man was mentally overwhelming and roared: "Who cares! Even if they sell you their ass, it doesn't matter to me! Now it's your torchlight and our cyberball question! Answer me , For or against!?"

Jacques stood up to the fire, and also lowered his voice. Saying word by word: "The Torchlight never accepts questions from any person or organization."

"Very good." The arrogance of the fire disappeared suddenly, as if it had never appeared before. He took a half step back, took out a huge and heavy pistol, and pointed it at Jacques' forehead. He moves very fast. But it was not beyond the norm, enough to make the threatened person react, but Jacques did not make any action, even Kura and K behind him wanted to do something, but he raised his hand to stop it.

"I bet you can't shoot." Jacques said calmly, keeping his eyes on the fire.

"Why?" Huo said.

"You are too slow to fire your gun." Jacques said, "I know you and go off fire. Just like many people do, we have also paid attention to you for a long time. If you decide something, it won't Bluffing."

"Do you think I'm bluffing?" Zuohuo asked with a calm expression, his fingers gently pressed the trigger, and the machine made a clicking sound, which seemed particularly dignified in the atmosphere that seemed to be blank at this time. Clear.

"You can try. You just need to press down a little bit." Jacques's voice was flat, "The bullet will go through my head. I won't hide. I don't think it is because of the fire. The gun will really go off fire."

"Huh!" Huo Huo gave a cold snort. This sound gave people a feeling of trigger jumping, but the real trigger was jumping. It was one tenth of a second after this sound.

The hammer fell, the primer ignited, and the bullets roared out from the long barrel. These movements converged into a heart-stopping gunshot.

Boom——

But. The first to avoid was not Jacques who had been pointed at by the gun before, nor was he the first to scream, but the k behind him. In the retina screen of the prosthesis Gao Chuan, the muzzle of the misfire fluttered slightly. Originally, the beating of this magnitude was more like a phenomenon of normal recoil and was not enough to turn the bullet. However, the shot that was shot was indeed abnormal. After turning a big bend in front of Jacques, he walked back into a straight trajectory and hit the Asian man with silver curly hair.

This is a ballistic and misfire weapon that violates normal physics. In addition to its size and might, it does not make people feel mysterious. Therefore, this ballistic that violates normal physics is not a misfire. The manifestation of its own mystery. On the retina screen of the prosthetic Gao Chuan, all the small movements of everyone on the spot before and after this moment were captured. The driver with the peaked cap used an inconspicuous movement and drew a circle with his index finger, which can be connected with the abnormal ballistics. In addition, the cold girl behind Jacques showed pale white crystals on the body, and the silver on the other side. Although the expressions of the curly-haired Asian gradually piled up into a look of horror, the other details of the body were all summed up with an answer-he was not panicked at all. The only thing who didn't really do anything was Jacques himself, who faced the muzzle. He was really confident that he would not be hit as he did before.

The shooting of the fire escape did not produce any results. This was decided the moment he fired the shot. Seeing that the silver curly-haired man took a few steps backwards like a clown, he fell to the ground as if dangerously and avoided the bullet. He knew very well that it was not a coincidence at all, so he deliberately made this embarrassment. Men are as ridiculous as a monkey.

It's really boring. Jacques was right, the escape was just a bluff, even though he actually shot.

k got up from the ground slightly embarrassed, patted his **** with a lingering expression on his face, and shouted: "He shot~ IndoMTL.com~ He really shot!" However, no one paid any attention. He, his performance, gave people a kind of self-entertainment, to cover up the embarrassment. However, in the retinal screen of the prosthetic body Gao Chuan, his body data has always been in a normal state of calm range, but there is no better cover up by the man named Dalang—if that Dalang’s previous performance, really It’s acting.

Still at the hot and smoking muzzle, still pointing at Jacques. Jacques took out his wallet from his pocket without a hassle. Except for a euro into the muzzle, he said calmly: "I hope you will lose. The shot was fired, and my judgment went wrong, but the result is still the same, isn’t it?"

The fire escaped and slowly retracted the pistol, took the euro and stuffed it into his pocket, and his tone calmed down again: "It's a pity."

"Anyway, you are a guest from afar, please let us do the friendship of a landlord. How about having dinner with us tonight?" Jacques said calmly.

"What can be delicious in such a remote place?" Fire escape said: "Come to us, and, when it comes to the friendship of landlords, we are the landlords."

"But, I think there will be some uneasiness in your place tonight." Jacques said, "Or, each one has his own home?" (To be continued...)