The Great Demon King

Chapter 25
If it wasn't for the fear of revealing its identity in front of Qian Song, Yuan Devourer would have already swallowed the councilor and his car into its stomach.

If it wasn't for the cat being too scary, Councilor Hobbio would have jumped out of the car, and would have breathed a sigh of relief at Qian Song.

Horbio pulled the reverse gear in a panic, backed up a few meters, and then galloped around Qiansong.

Qian Song's chest felt slightly hot, he narrowed his eyes, and switched to the perspective of the Eye of the Ancient God.

From the perspective of the eyes of the ancient gods, the car and the surrounding buildings do not exist, but the man in the car does exist, but unlike the passers-by around him, there is a thick "line" on his body, Linked to unknown place.

This "line" looks like a chain no matter how you look at it.

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After driving a few kilometers, the hair on the back of Councilor Hobbio's neck was still standing on end, and he felt that the cat was still staring at him.

This feeling is like a timid person who is afraid to go to the bathroom after watching a horror movie, because he always feels that a ghost claw will protrude from the toilet.

The hospital was coming soon, and Hobbio shuddered with fear, subconsciously thinking that he was safe.

He parked the car in the hospital's parking lot, and he unbuckled his seat belt. At this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong out of the corner of his eye—why was there someone sitting in the co-pilot?When did this person arrive?
"Hello, Mr. Congressman." The stranger trimmed his nails with a small tweezer. His nails were long and sharp, and even shone coldly under the dim light of the underground parking lot.

This is not a human palm.

As if to let Hobio see his face clearly, the stranger leaned forward slightly, his head and face slowly poking out from the shadows.

Councilor Hobbio is going crazy, really, since he woke up this morning, he felt that he must have run into something evil—dreaming about evil spirits, driving and almost bumping into an orange cat with more fierce eyes than Satan, and at this moment, The devil really appeared before my eyes!

The person in front of me, oh no, this creature has a human-like face, black hair rolled up, blood red skin, long and pointed ears, green pupils, except that there is no pair of curved horns, how does this guy look? They are all exactly the same as the devil in the legend.

Hobio didn't want to ask the other party such silly questions about how he got into his car anymore. What can't a devil like him do?

"You... hello." Hobio replied tremblingly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Councilor." The Red Devil showed a gentle smile, although in Hobio's eyes his smile was more terrifying than a grinning lion: "I came to you because I need your help with a small matter."

"What...?" Hobbio stammered.

As if by magic, the Red Devil suddenly had a cigarette in his hand, and said, "Let me borrow a fire first."

Hobio took out the lighter from his pocket and pressed it several times tremblingly before it lit.

When his lighter got close to the Red Devil's cigarette, the light blue flame suddenly turned orange red.

"Yo, your soul is quite filthy." The Red Devil took a puff, the cigarette was lit, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "It seems that you should have been targeted."

Hobio didn't understand the first sentence, but he understood the second sentence, and hurriedly asked, "Who...who is following me?"

"Why should I tell you?" The Red Devil smiled leisurely, "You can do me a small favor first, and maybe I'll consider telling you after it's done."

If you can survive to that time, of course, this is what the Red Devil has in mind.

"What do you mean?" Hobbio asked.

"It's very simple. The bill you submitted yesterday is revoked," said the Red Devil.

"What proposal... um? Could it be that you are a mutant?" Hobio is worthy of being an old politician who has been around for so many years. Even in deep fear, he still has enough IQ.

Because of his position, he had read some files about mutants, and indeed some mutants were scary with strange shapes.

At this time, it is not the mutants who ask him to revoke the proposal to centralize the custody of mutant babies, but who else?
The Red Devil took a long drag of the cigarette, and then blew it into Hobio's face: "You are very smart, Mr. Congressman."

"Cough...cough..." Hobio coughed violently from the second-hand smoke: "This...Mr. Playing house, you don’t just hand over if you want, and withdraw if you want.”

That will affect his credibility and political career, of course, this is also the heart.

"Don't refuse so quickly, you have to think carefully." The Red Devil suddenly laughed again: "Also, put away your cleverness, don't waste your efforts, your mobile phone has no signal."

Hobio's left hand trembled. It turned out that when he was talking just now, his left hand had been making small movements in the pocket of his clothes—calling for help.

Of course he didn't call the police, he was not brain-dead, and he knew that to deal with such mutants, the ordinary police would pay them for nothing, and he called Jin Bing.

Although the mutants were strong, there were not a few mutants who died in Jin Bin's hands.

"Is this your personal behavior, or is it an organized and planned action?" Hobio is still trying to delay the time. If his mobile phone is offline for more than 10 minutes, Jin Bing's technical team will know. After all, he For Jinhe, there is still a high utilization value.

"If you acted personally, then I advise you to leave now. Crouching tiger, hidden dragon in New York has offended people who shouldn't be offended. You may not see the sun of tomorrow." Fear comes from the unknown. After the person is a mutant instead of a real hell demon, he suddenly became less afraid: "If you were instructed by someone, then I also advise you to go back and ask your master to check carefully, who am I working for? , weigh yourself, whether you can bear the anger of that adult."

The red devil narrowed his eyes. He hated others threatening him the most. He sneered and said, "Oh, I heard that pigs squeal the loudest before they die. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

After finishing speaking, his bloody palm lightly patted Hobio's shoulder, and with a whoosh, both of them disappeared into the car.

About 1 minute later, Hobio came out from the corner of the parking lot. His steps were a bit rough at first, twisting and twisting like a model walking a catwalk, but he quickly became steady. After a dozen steps, he walked It has become exactly the same as before.

Opening the car door, "Hobio" got into the driver's cab, and picked up the mobile phone that had just dropped on the seat. The signal was full.

Facing the rearview mirror, he straightened his tie and smiled strangely. He started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

　Do me a favor and cast a vote
　　
　
(End of this chapter)