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Chapter 683 The Reflection of the Winding Hill
Hearing this sentence, He Ao slightly clenched the crutch in his hand, his old face showed no expression, he just calmly stared at the 'shadow cutter' in front of him,
"You think my child has something to do with 'Nighthawk'?"

"Old sir, it seems that your child has a lot of things that you haven't told you,"

The filmmaker stared at He Ao and said with a smile, "Your son has always been in contact with the Pollution Cleanup Department. According to people in the same block as him, several of them once encountered a pollution monster near Mork Street and were killed by Nighthawk Saved."

Innocents attacked by tainted monsters bond with Nighthawk for saving their lives.

He Ao's thoughts went over what the film cutter said, and continued, "Many people in this city should have been saved by Nighthawk."

Just arresting people near Mork Street must be because these people who were arrested have special places.

"The answer is very simple, old sir, I believe you have guessed it,"

The film cutter looked at He Ao with a smile on his face. He seemed to be happy to answer He Ao's doubts.
"After studying the pollution monster, Nighthawk inevitably got some pollution aura on his body. After he was injured by the investigation team, he couldn't run too far, but we followed the aura to look for it, but we pounced on him. empty, so someone must have been nearby to save him at the time.

"Then we arrested all the people who might have been in contact with or smelled of pollution, and your son happened to be one of them."

"Nighthawk was seriously injured?"

He Ao suddenly asked.

"Of course, he was attacked by people from the investigation team, if it wasn't for his extraordinary strength,"

The film cutter laughed teasingly, "He died that night."

This doesn't match the documents of the Pollution Cleanup Department. No, it's not completely inconsistent. The Pollution Cleanup Department's documents only say that the investigation team went to arrest Nighthawk, and then skipped directly to the next stage where Nighthawk attacked the investigation team. Injured the investigation team.

He Ao carefully reviewed all the documents he had read.

Sure enough, the document never mentioned who was 'first mover'.

Those documents didn't lie, they just didn't tell the full truth.

Of course, what the filmmaker said may not be entirely true. He may also have judged that He Ao and the Pollution Cleanup Department cooperated, so as to provoke the relationship between He Ao and the Pollution Cleanup Department.

"You provided the method for Nighthawk to feed the pollution monster?"

Howard continued to ask.

"of course."

The shadow cutter said with a smile, his voice was rough, but coupled with his fair and somewhat feminine face, his smile had a viper-like charm.

"You provided him with a way to raise pollution monsters, and instead reported him to the Pollution Cleanup Department for raising pollution monsters?"

He Ao narrowed his eyes slightly, "He should be able to easily identify this trap, so what did you tell him? Tell him to raise and study pollution monsters by himself even at the risk of being traced by the Pollution Cleanup Department."

"Old gentleman, don't you want to know how your son died?"

The shadow cutter tilted his head, and the ponytail on his head swung past the light on the glass behind him, "You keep asking other questions, are you afraid to face the truth that has happened?"

He Ao's hand slightly clenched the silver crutch.

"Then I'm going to talk to you about it,"

The film cutter grinned and stared at He Ao, "Your son and his wife are very stubborn, saying that they don't know anything from the beginning to the end, but the pollution on them is the most 'fresh' of all, which proves that they People who had only come into contact with a certain pollution monster shortly before being caught, or had in-depth contact with the pollution monster.

"And if they come into contact with pollution monsters, of course they can't still stand in front of me alive."

The film cutter laughed, "I have to say, old man, your education is very good. Your son refused to sell Nighthawk until the end. My subordinates spent a month trying all the tortures they could think of. , but in the end nothing came out.

"certainly,"

He frowned, "Actually, we didn't place much hope on him, because we had found the trace of Nighthawk long ago, and we had a complete plan to kill Nighthawk, we tortured him, just wanted to I just know how hard his mouth can be."

"So when the month of torture was over and we told him Nighthawk was dead,"

The film cutter's eyes widened. He looked at He Ao's old face and laughed loudly, "His expression is so funny."

He raised his hand and introduced,

"Marveled at his fortitude, I gave him and his wife a chance, near the ruins of a rotunda-like building.

"I dropped the two of them and a tainted monster into the ruins and told them,"

There was a cruel smile on his pretty face, "As long as they can avoid the attack of this pollution monster and escape from the ruins of this circular building, I will let them go home.

"And guess what?

"There are two husband and wife, one uses himself as a bait to lure the monster to go around in circles to delay the time, and the other frantically explores the entire building, and really let them find a narrow exit.

"It was their next operation that surprised me. Two hungry people who had been tortured for a month actually used their strong will to lure the monster to knock down a concrete pillar, and before the concrete pillar fell completely At the last moment, he got into the exit and used the fallen pillar to block the monster's path.

"The wisdom and strength of human beings in a desperate situation is really amazing. Even such a humble life, two ordinary people without any power, can make such an operation,"

He applauded slowly, "Then I am amazed at them, and I drove a truck and killed them the moment they walked out of the exit."

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Although I really want to let them go, who told me that the order I received was not to leave anyone alive?"

"Finished?"

He Ao looked at him calmly, "You spend so much time answering my questions and explaining the ins and outs to me, is it because you are waiting for your people to come up to support you? Guess why they didn't come up?"

The shadow cutter's expression changed. He turned his head and looked behind him. Outside the glass window behind him, drones for air-to-air combat were floating in the air, shooting at the floors below.

At this time, his wristband also vibrated, and a panicked voice came, "Minister, it's the FBI and the Pollution Cleanup Department. Their people, we're being held back."

The shadow cutter looked back at He Ao, this time, he didn't speak any more, he directly raised his hand and shot a bone needle at He Ao, and then jumped towards the far left side of the room.

An emergency catapult was installed there to get him out of here immediately.

The current situation is beyond his control, and he cannot stay for long.

But He Ao's movements were faster than him. He Ao seemed to have anticipated his movements and took a step forward. When he shot out the bone needles, he had already left the spot and flew towards the place where he jumped.

He saw a white-haired figure appearing in front of him almost exactly, the silver crutch was raised high,

"Are you noble?"

boom--

Accompanied by the violent slap of steel on his face, the muscles on the shadow-cutting man's face rippled like ripples of water, blood splashed out of his mouth, and even his body flew to the right go.

On the other side, He Ao's right hand has been opened, and the butterfly knife in his hand stretches out, revealing a sharp blade, which cuts along the neck of the shadow cutter.

The shadow cutter adjusted his body abruptly in the air, avoiding the fatal blow. At this moment, He Ao also changed his move suddenly, turning the butterfly knife from downward to upward, and then slashed downward violently.

The blade reflecting the cold light easily cut through the brand new sleeves, fair skin, bright red muscles, and hard bones embedded in the muscles.

As the film cutter gradually turned into a shocked expression, he easily cut off his forearm.

Blood splashed in the air, staining the pure white collar of Ho Aoli's side shirt red.

boom--

The shadow cutter's figure flew backwards, collapsing the wine cabinet on the right side of the hall, the clattering wine bottle shattered, blood and scattered red wine covered the ground.

The severed forearm was splashed aside along with a few blood-stained teeth.

"You hit me in the face?"

The shadow cutter stood up staggeringly from the scattered fragments of the wine bottle.

His mouth was covered with blood, and a few teeth fell out. The left side of his face was completely swollen, and he couldn't see his usual delicate appearance.

"You are well-groomed, fair-skinned, beautiful-looking, with long hair and well-maintained,"

He Ao slowly opened the opening of his jacket, then threw the formal jacket and the bag on his back to the side, and hung it on the coat rack at the door, "It seems like a person who attaches great importance to appearance and dress. man, so,"

He tidied up the blood-stained white shirt that had been exposed by taking off his formal suit, pushed aside the tip of the bottom of the cane, and stuck the blade of the butterfly knife on the exposed depression.

Then he held the crank handle of the crutch, flicked it lightly, and the silver metal gun body suddenly popped out.

Holding guns in both hands, he blocked the path to the left of the room, watched the film cutter calmly, and answered the question about the film cutter's slap in the face just now,
"I did it on purpose."

"Damn you, old man!"

The Shadow Cutter climbed up from the ground, wriggling granulation sprouted from his severed arm, and quickly turned into twisted tentacles, tangled together to form a tentacle arm.

A terrifying sense of oppression instantly filled every inch of the hall.

The strength of the shadow cutter is not weak, and with the power of the pollution monster, it has far exceeded the C-level limit.

The blow just now had a lot of luck factors in it.

As early as when the film cutter was talking, He Ao noticed that the film cutter's eyes occasionally looked to the left, so he judged that there was probably something important on the left side.

Then he activated Super Memory, performed countless simulation calculations, and finally determined the most likely course of action for this shadow cutter.

Because he 'anticipated' the film cutter's movements in advance, and covered the crutches and butterfly knife with consciousness in advance, he did not make any mistakes during the whole battle, so he had such a perfect strike.

There is more than one energy gathering point on the film cutter, but they are not the distributed network structure like He Ao saw before, but a 'master-slave structure'.

That is, a core energy gathering point is composed of multiple secondary energy gathering points.

There are a total of seven secondary energy collection points on the body of the shadow cut man. From the analysis of the energy flow in his body, as long as the number of secondary energy collection points is sufficient, then even if the core energy collection points are smashed, the energy of the body can still be maintained.

So to kill him, at least most of the secondary energy collection points and core energy collection points must be destroyed.

The forearm that He Ao cut off just now, and the shattered tooth actually each have a secondary energy gathering point of the Shadow Cutter.

That blow to Howl destroyed two of his secondary energy collection points.

But at this moment, as Taiyingren gradually stands up, in the vision of divine consciousness, the destroyed secondary energy gathering point in Taiyingren's body is slowly 'rebuilding' at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This kind of energy structure seems to endow the energy circuit in Taiying's body with a strong recovery ability, which also means that He Ao doesn't have much time.

He Ao held the spear in his hand and stared ahead.

In the next second, a phantom appeared in front of him.

The arm of the Shadow Cutter's tentacles was raised high, the tentacles on it squirmed and twisted, gathered into a pair of huge fleshy scissors, and picked it towards He Ao's neck.

He Ao raised the spear, covered it with spiritual consciousness, stepped back half a step, and then pressed down suddenly, the body of the gun hit the fleshy scissors, all the strength of the whole body was gathered together, and he pushed hard, stopping the shadow cutter's attack offensive.

Then he took advantage of the opportunity to spin the gun, and stabbed the shadow cutter's neck along the scissors.

At this moment, a chill suddenly climbed up his back. With a thought, he suddenly drew back the spear and took a few steps back.

A phantom pair of scissors cut across the position where He Ao was standing just now.

"Old thing, you found it?"

The shadow cutter took a sharp step forward, swinging the flesh scissors to cut at his neck.

He Ao raised his head and glanced behind the shadow-cutting man. On the back of this human being fused with a monster, there was a huge distorted shadow that seemed to be pieced together by countless shadows.

At this moment, this shadow is also holding an imaginary huge scissors in its hand, and it keeps waving towards He Ao.

Every time the scissors approached, He Ao could feel a trembling from the soul.

These scissors can hurt the soul.

"Is this your talent sequence ability?"

When He Ao dodged an attack from the shadow scissors, the body of the gun swung and pressed down on the following flesh and blood scissors. He squatted halfway, gathered his strength in one place, and thrust the shadow cutter back with a lunge. go back.

At the same time, he glanced at the stitched shadow behind the shadow cutter.

Having fought so many monsters, the Shadowcutter had the best stitched shadow he had ever seen.

"Talent Sequence 107: Tailor."

The shadow cutter grinned, and when He Ao was attracted by his words, he raised his hand, and several bone needles flew out of his palm.

Howe leaned back, dodging the spicules with a quick backflip.

The sharp bone needles directly shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows not far from him, and the howling cold wind poured in along the opening.

Without any hesitation, the film cutter attacked He Ao one after another.

He Ao turned around to avoid the shadow scissors attacking in the air, and then raised the spear, as if the tail of an ox was upside down, and stabbed the spear downwards, stabbing the silhouette man's side.

The shadow cutter hastily raised his other hand, and flesh and blood gushed out from his arm, forming new scissors, which blocked He Ao's stab.

Even with fleshy scissors to extend the attack distance, the attack distance of He Ao holding a long spear is slightly longer than that of the silhouette man.

At this moment, the spacious hall environment is just suitable for the use of long weapons.

He Ao slammed forward, concentrating all his strength on his arms, and raised the body of the gun violently, slashing the shadow cutter's calf.

And at this time, the flesh and blood scissors of the shadow cutter also touched He Ao's waist, and the sharp bone blade jumped out of the scissors in an instant, cutting open the white shirt, cutting the skin of the waist, and drawing a wound. Blood soaked along the bone blade.

Immediately afterwards, the other side of the scissors also closed, ready to cut He Ao's body.

He Ao kicked his legs back and dodged the blow.

The film cutter also took half a step back.

The two briefly distanced themselves.

Both He Ao's waist and the cutout man's leg were deeply injured, but He Ao's blow just now destroyed a secondary energy gathering point on the cutout man's leg.

"Old man, your steps are weak, your body strength is vain and unreal, every attack has a short burst, it must be with the help of some kind of strange burst technique, you can burst for a moment, but can you continue to burst?"

The shadow cutter stared at He Ao. He raised the fleshy scissors in both hands, and glanced at the ceiling above He Ao's head, "You are not far from death."

"I was already half buried in the ground," He Ao raised his spear and stared at him, "but obviously, you are ahead of me."

Without hesitation, he shot out.

His speed is extremely fast, and the tip of the spear flies like a lotus flower.

The shadow cutter had to turn sideways to block back, and at the same time manipulated the shadow scissors behind him to stab He Ao's soul.

He Ao also had to pull back to dodge, and at the same time as he dodged, the two flesh scissors of the silhouette man recovered from the suppression.

He suddenly stretched out a pair of scissors, trying to clamp He Ao's gun body, and at the same time leaned forward, suddenly burst out with a force far beyond that just now, and lifted the other scissors to stab He Ao's heart.

This move was too fast, and it was too late for He Ao to dodge completely, so he could only turn sideways, and at the same time, one hand slipped to the bottom of the gun body.

puff--

The sharp scissors pierced He Ao's left shoulder.

At this moment, He Ao's hand holding the bottom of the gun handle suddenly turned, and the long spear was instantly retracted into a short spear. At such a close distance, the shadow cutter had no time to dodge, so He Ao directly raised the short spear, and stabbed into it. It touched the shadow cutter's stomach, and slid along the way, drawing a huge bloody mouth.

The shadow cutter paused, and before he had time to happily hit He Ao, he felt the pain in his abdomen.

He jerked back, preventing Hoo's spear from going any further.

At the same time, He Ao turned the bottom of the gun again, the short gun turned into a long gun, and pointed towards the shadow cutter's throat.

There were bursts of severe pain from the wound on his shoulder, but his face remained unchanged.

The blow to the abdomen just now had already destroyed the fourth secondary energy gathering point of the Shadow Cutter.

The energy circuit in his body was already a little unstable.

"You lunatic."

The shadow cutter blocked He Ao's gunshots, and stepped back abruptly again, widening the distance between him and He Ao.

He has already understood at this moment that He Ao's way to make up for his weak combat power is to exchange injuries for injuries.

If this continues, he will definitely be replaced by this old thing to die here.

He looked up at the ceiling, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and a few bone needles popped out, shattering the key structure of the ceiling.

In an instant, the entire ceiling fell directly.

He Ao didn't expect this at all, he raised the gun suddenly, with the point of the gun pointing up, and directly smashed the ceiling that fell towards him.

At this moment, several bone needles passed through the falling ceiling and hit his waist and legs.

Blood splattered.

He paused, as if he lost his strength in an instant, and fell forward, barely supporting his body with the body of the gun.

At the same time, a special attraction came from above his head.

He raised his head and looked at the top of his head, where a huge painting was revealed where the ceiling was originally covered.

The painting is composed of countless twisted lines, as if it is painting random ripples, and it seems to be painting some kind of winding hills.

In that instant, countless chaotic ravings exploded in He Ao's mind.

A huge attraction seemed to pinch his soul, trying to pull his soul out of his body.

"Old things, some things can't be seen, you know?"

With a smile on the corner of the shadow cutter's mouth, he raised the scissors and walked towards He Ao from behind, "Do you feel that your brain is filled with chaotic voices and you can't move your body? You just can't use thousands of tricks now."

He raised the scissors and approached He Ao step by step, "Before you are completely torn into a monster by pollution, I will send you for the last time. Don't worry, it will be soon and it will not hurt. I will cut your body at most." into broken pieces, like your dead son..."

In the next second, the sharp gun blade pierced his heart instantly, pierced from his back, and the hard gun body pierced his body.

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(End of this chapter)