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Chapter 692 The lackey of power (Da Zhang asks for a monthly ticket)
The wide and long hearse parked in front of the narrow gate.

A young staff member in the uniform of the funeral parlor jumped out of the car, glanced at the crowd guarding the door, and at the well-packed bloody corpse in front of them,
"This one?"

He looked at the people in front of him, glanced at the iron mask on the corpse, paused for a moment, and asked, "Do you need a cosmetology service?"

Both Ishia and Si Enji were taken aback when they asked this question.

Ishia's eyes fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.

She has never seen Nighthawk's real appearance, but Nighthawk claimed that he was disfigured by a disaster when he was a child, so he had to wear this mask.

After a brief hesitation, she slowly stretched out her hand and lifted the mask.

A ferocious face, almost unrecognizable by facial features, appeared in front of her.

Even the well-informed Isia was slightly taken aback when she saw this face.

"It seems to have been attacked by some kind of strange beast or monster." Si Enji at the side observed the wounds covering his whole face, "These are the tiny bite wounds that healed and grew. appearance."

monster······
Ishia was stunned for a moment. At this moment, she suddenly understood why Nighthawk had always been so firm, why she was so persistent in investigating the pollution monster and trying to solve the pollution monster.

Then, she suddenly remembered that Nighthawk never seemed to mention her relatives.

Even after his death, no relatives came to look for his remains.

Perhaps, in that "disaster" that forced him to wear an iron mask for the rest of his life, what he lost was not only his own appearance.

He may already be alone.

Isia paused for a moment, then looked up at the funeral home staff who were also a little surprised, "What level can this make up?"

The young staff member was taken aback, he wanted to subconsciously refuse, because this was beyond the scope of funeral makeup.

And at this moment, his eyes swept over Nighthawk's blood-stained clothes and the iron mask in Isia's hand again, and finally, after thinking for a moment, he said, "I know a very powerful mortician, maybe I can ask She helps, but it's a bit of a hassle to find her, and she charges a lot."

"Can you restore the appearance he should have?"

Ishia thought for a moment, then asked slowly.

"It should be possible...but I haven't tried this kind..."

The staff glanced at the mask, then at Nighthawk's cheek, and replied slowly.

"I will pay for your working hours and makeup." Isia sighed and put the mask back on. "Please do your best."

"There's no need for the working hour fee," the staff member shook his head, "but the funeral fee for her is probably indispensable."

Hearing this, Ishiya was taken aback for a moment, and then she suddenly realized that the staff member in front of her seemed to be looking too much at the iron mask, and she asked softly, "Do you know this iron mask?"

"do not know,"

The staff shook his head, "However, there is a legend about the 'Iron Mask Hero' in a few blocks near us. It is said that he often saves people from monsters, and often helps poor people. Once I went back to my hometown, my mother once said that she also Saved by this Iron Mask hero."

"I see."

Ishia understood.

The Pollution Cleanup Department will usually sign a non-disclosure agreement with the people attacked by the pollution monsters, otherwise it will not sell them the breath spray, but this does not completely restrict the information. Spread the presence of tainted monsters.

In this regard, the pollution cleanup department mostly turned a blind eye.

The pollution monsters in San Jon City are so dense that there may be many people in this city who have been favored by Nighthawks.

While Isia was thinking briefly, the staff of the funeral home had already sent Nighthawk's body to the car.

She watched the taillights of the car disappear into the night, and sighed softly, "He has saved many people, but in the end he can only end up like this."

"When people walk, they don't leave traces,"

Hearing this, Si Enji was silent for a moment, then continued, "Like a fire lit at night, it may be blown out quickly by the wind, but there are always people who have been illuminated by it."

The silent night wind blew over the road, as if blowing over the swaying firelight in the city, the two were speechless for a moment.

"How to arrange next?"

After a long time, Ishia straightened up and looked at Si Enji, "Where is old Mr. Xito going? Isn't he coming?"

He Ao only sent her a message, but did not give her exact words.

Then when Isia arrived, Si Enji blocked all her words with the information about the Nighthawk. Until now, she was slightly relieved and showed doubts.

"He went to a banquet," Si Enji looked at her and said slowly, "People from the Pollution Cleanup Department should be looking for you everywhere now. The southern city is chaotic, and this place is remote, so it's safe for now."

Speaking of this, he paused, raised his wristband to operate it, and the garage door next to him slowly opened, "I would like to trouble you to take care of Jia Qian."

"Where are you going?"

Ishia was a little puzzled.

"Go to the mayor's mansion and visit the old man."

Sienji replied quickly.

"Are you going to the mayor?"

Isia was slightly taken aback. Although she had only come to San Jon City not long ago, she still knew some 'common sense' of San Jon City. "The lackey of the Kaijet Group?"

"No, he's not loyal to anyone,"

Si Enji looked at the off-road vehicle that drove out of the garage automatically, and seemed to recall something from the past, "He is just a lackey of power."

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The sharp sword sound shook He Ao's eardrums.

A soft sword that almost completely blended into the night was pulled out from under the table by Driss suddenly, the sword moved and cut towards He Ao's neck.

And with the sound of the soft sword swaying in the wind, the sharp aura on Driss's body, as if coming out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, also pressed towards He Ao head-on.

This battle-tested old man who was a mercenary when he was young did not hesitate to make a move.

One second the two were still chatting and laughing, like old friends for many years, and the next second they met with swords and swords, directly attacking the vital points.

Driss's move was extremely fast, without any hesitation, and it was extremely powerful. There was a shallow sonic boom when the tip of the soft sword rippled, but the sound of the sonic boom was not synchronized with the blade, but It is closely behind the body of the sword.

Even though he knew in his heart that He Ao was only a C-level, Driss didn't have any strength in this move, and went all out to hit He Ao.

The ordinary C-level could not even capture the movement of Dries' sword, and his head was already in a different place.

Clang——

And almost at the moment when Driss drew out the sword, He Ao activated the super memory, raised his hand suddenly, and the handle of the butterfly knife that had not been unfolded hit the soft blade, making a crisp impact sound.

But He Ao didn't stop because of this, but let the handle of the knife scrape the blade, and leaned back, allowing Dries' blade to pass through the top of his face.

At the same time, his other hand held the crank handle of the crutch, and the silver crutch was lifted up suddenly, and he stabbed upwards, piercing the throat of the staff member who was holding the sharp awl in the hand beside him, who was about to attack him from top to bottom.

The two went back and forth, but in the blink of an eye
The blade of the soft sword crossed He Ao's body, and He Ao also blocked Dries' attack, and neither side was injured.

Only the staff who sneaked up on the side were stabbed to death.

He Ao pulled down and pulled out the crutch. With the splash of blood, he sat up straight again, "Old brother, your subordinates seem to be a little too anxious."

Even though Driss went all out just now, he was probing more than attacking, He Ao was successful in one move, and if he didn't succeed, try He Ao's quality.

Regardless of success or failure, this is not the time for Driss's subordinates to sneak attack, because it is easy for He Ao to seize the opportunity to fight back.

Even if this staff member has already entered C-level for the first time, his strength should not be underestimated.

"His actions were not in my plan,"

Driss's horizontal sword was in front of him, and he swung it slightly. In fact, he had the upper hand in the temptation just now. He Ao failed to directly block his attack, but tried to dispel it and dodged it.

Originally, this was a tactical victory, which would help him accumulate a starting momentum in the next battle, but the sudden death of this 'teammate' completely reversed the positions of the two sides, making He Ao, who was originally at a disadvantage, lose his momentum. Because of bloodshed, he became a latecomer.

Judging from Driss' performance, it seems that he did not expect that this pig teammate would come up with a "sneak attack" at this time.

The C-level staff member probably listened to the conversation between the two, and thought that Ho Ao was a C-level staff member, so he specially came to Dries to help and ask for credit.

It's just that he was too busy to help, and he dragged his legs by the way.

Dries may have a sneak attack plan, but it is obviously not now.

"I heard that after the Nighthawk incident, there were too many C-level damages in the Pollution Cleanup Department, so there is no C-level in San Jon City. I thought there were really no C-levels. I didn't expect you, old brother, to hide a lot."

He Ao didn't answer Dries' words, but instead smiled.

The splattered blood intertwined with the rippling red wine on the table.

"Elite C-level is indeed gone, but some crooked melons and rotten dates relying on pollution monsters,"

Dries glanced at the corpses on the ground with a calm expression, "I still have quite a few."

Then he raised his hand slightly, the blade of the sword went up, and then suddenly went down a little, the terrifying force reached the tip of the sword through his wrist, and the slender soft sword suddenly bent, coming towards He Ao's neck.

He Ao has no doubt that this sword will pierce his neck in an instant.

In fact, he had used this move against the blood wolf before, it was his "point sword" to kill the blood wolf, but he was using a cane at that time, while Dries was using a soft sword at the moment.

Strictly speaking, the greater the range that the soft sword can be bent and changed, the more unexpected the effect will be, and it is the weapon that can best exert the power of "point sword".

One of the dangers of pointing a sword is that it is difficult to predict, 'pointing up and down', the reality is uncertain, once a misjudgment is made, it will be a dead end, and a high-level battle is only a moment, and a late judgment is also a dead end.

Fortunately, He Ao is also a person who is good at using such moves, so he judged Driss' goal almost the moment Driss made a move.

So he immediately raised the butterfly knife in his hand, and following his movements, the butterfly knife spread its wings, revealing the sharp blade, just in time to hold the soft sword that was approaching.

There was no evasion or leverage in this move, and with the sound of the two weapons colliding, He Ao's hands froze, and cracks spread out on the floor under his feet instantly.

When He Ao came up just now, he discovered that the floor of the Pollution Cleaning Department's rooftop seemed to be specially reinforced to prevent someone from falling from the sky to break through the defense.

Even an ordinary C-level would need all its strength to destroy such a hard floor.

But it was only the impact left after He Ao mobilized the energy in his body with the help of punching to dissolve part of the power, still leaving cracks on the hard floor.

Of course, He Ao took the attack of Driss this time, because he had the idea of ​​testing Dries' strength.

And he got the result he wanted.

Driss is very strong. His current strength is about one-third stronger than that under the addition of He Ao's boxing technique and super memory.

Converted into physical fitness, Dries has at least 3300 basic physical fitness.

"Ishia actually gave you this knife."

Driss drew his sword and turned around. He looked at the butterfly knife in He Ao's hand and sighed with a smile, "I guessed at that time that her grandfather was building a special 'magic weapon', but he didn't want to sell it to me. Forged this soft sword for me, and you can get this 'divine weapon', it seems that Ishia really likes you."

At this moment, the two are actually not fully fighting, but are testing each other's strength.

Both of them had a judgment on the fighting power of the other.

Overall, How is weaker.

After all, the basic strength displayed by Dries is much higher than He Ao's peak strength.

What's more, that kind of peak strength, He Ao can only last ten seconds, he can only seek a quick victory, and only has the chance of a quick victory.

In the information left by Nighthawk, there are actually some investigations by Nighthawk about Dries' strength.

Nighthawk suspects that Driss's talent sequence may be 'Talent Sequence 169: Retribution Knight', which is a talent sequence whose name is very fighting.

Nighthawk didn't find the ability to punish knights, but he found the pre-c-level talent sequence 'Talent Sequence 97: Priest' for punishment knights.

Judging from the names of these two talent sequences, 'Retribution Knight' may have the ability to communicate with gods.

This means that Driss may still be in a state of further borrowing the power of the gods.

Judging from Nighthawk's information and the sporadic information collected by Eve, Driss has almost never been defeated. He has experienced many brutal battles, but he finally came out.

He even went deep into the wilderness and fought with B-level beasts.

This kind of powerful power can be seen from the fact that he almost lost in seconds with one move, Ye Ying, who has learned to fight for generations and is also a "martial arts practitioner".

He Ao received the moves just now, even if his actions were a moment later, or even if he changed to an ordinary C-level, he would have been dead on the spot.

However, Driss actually affirmed He Ao's strength, otherwise he wouldn't be able to draw his sword and use a weapon suddenly.

"It's not liking, it's trust."

He Ao glanced at the bookshelf behind Dries, he got up slowly, inserted the butterfly knife into the crutch, and then he turned the crank, and a delicate spear appeared in his hand.

He is very aware of the gap in strength between himself and Driss, this is the strongest enemy he has 'one-on-one' so far, but he is not afraid.

Martial artist, live to die.

"Old brother, I haven't seen such a courageous hero like you for a long time, it's a pity we are all old,"

Driss also stood up slightly. He swung the soft sword in his hand and stared at He Ao. The oppressive feeling of walking out of the mountain of corpses and the bloody sea came back again.
"I'll put a bouquet of the best flowers on your grave."

　A little Calvin, let me smooth it out

　
(End of this chapter)