I'm not a theatre god

When the man in the round hat on the side saw this, the anger in his eyes gradually rose.

He grabbed Chen Ling's body from the air with both hands, and then forcibly twisted it back. He even smashed three walls with force and nailed it into a giant pillar!

At this moment, Chen Ling was already a bloody mess. Having lost one shoulder, he had no strength to resist for the time being. After all, even the gun originally held in his palm had been scratched to pieces... His other hand seemed to be pressed by a mountain, and his fingertips were all broken. Difficult to lift.

Chen Ling's blood-stained eyes looked at the flip phone on the ground. A countdown on the screen was beating continuously:

——00:00:32

——00:00:31

——……

The last thirty seconds... Seeing this, Chen Ling's heart suddenly became anxious.

According to the current posture, he can't dodge the third shot... Although he doesn't know the specific rank of these two people, they are undoubtedly much higher than himself, and the cooperation between the two is extremely close. With his current situation, Escape is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

On the signal tower in the distance, the woman in leather locked Chen Ling through the sniper scope, her eyes narrowed slightly...

"This time... you can't escape."

Click——!

As a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, the picture in the sniper scope suddenly went white. In a trance, a ghostly face seemed to be attached to the sniper scope, looking eerie and strange.

The leather-clad woman exclaimed, and was so frightened that she took a few steps back, her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

What the hell is that? ?

The woman in leather clothes calmed down for a moment, regained her composure, and put her eyes back on the sniper scope in confusion... This time, the grimace did not appear.

Is it an illusion?

The woman in leather clothes hesitated for a moment, then put her fingertips on the trigger again. At this time, the field had locked onto Chen Ling who was nailed to the stone pillar...

She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger again!

boom--! !

The next moment, her gun barrel exploded!

In the horrified gaze of the leather-clad woman, the fragments of the exploded gun barrel scratched her cheek. She was shaken to the center of the signal tower by the blast of air, and her vision suddenly went dark.

She sat there blankly, and it took her a few seconds to come back to her senses...

The gun exploded? ?

"How is this possible...how is this possible??" The woman muttered to herself, as if she had lost her soul.

A gust of breeze blew over the top of the signal tower, blowing the fragments of the exploded gun barrel away, as if an invisible hand brushed past her side and disappeared without a trace...

at the same time.

In the shopping mall, the man in the round hat glanced in the direction of the sniper rifle, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

"What on earth is that guy waiting for?"

He snorted coldly and simply stopped waiting for the third shot to appear. Instead, he walked straight towards Chen Ling who was nailed to the stone pillar.

He raised his palm, as if he had pinched something in the air. The next moment, Chen Ling, who was pinned down, suddenly raised his remaining hand and grabbed his own neck, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death. !

Chen Ling's blood surged rapidly, blood spurted out continuously from his broken arm and chest, and his breathing was tightly controlled by his palms!

A steady stream of illusions flooded Chen Ling's mind, constantly stripping him of his sanity. It was like hundreds of years of life had passed in just three seconds. The chaotic thoughts gave him a splitting headache!

Click——!

A second bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Under the pale sky, a figure was walking from the edge of the broken glass curtain wall... It was a figure wearing a black and red theatrical robe. The ferocious mask flashing in the lightning seemed to be able to steal people's soul. He was holding a bell in one hand, One hand carries an unknown flag and jumps into the curtain wall with a pace that seems to be jumping but not jumping;

Seeing this scene, the man in the round hat suddenly froze, as if he remembered something, his eyes full of shock:

"[Nuo]? Are you..."

As the grim-faced figure raised the flag in his hand and waved it hard, two thunderbolts crashed down the clouds, penetrating the curtain wall like a "ten", and where the two met was the man in the round hat!

boom--! !

This sudden "ten" lightning strike caused the figure of the man in the round hat to turn black. Before he could make any move, a crisp bell rang.

The terrifying repulsive force swept directly across the floor, popping it out of the commercial building like a cannonball. After smashing a curtain wall, it fell directly into the dark neighborhood...

——00:00:05

——00:00:04

——……

The countdown on the phone screen jumped silently, and Chen Ling, who was nailed to the stone pillar, raised her eyes with difficulty...

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the ferocious face was illuminated for a moment, standing silently in front of him like a messenger from the underworld.

"You are..." Chen Ling said hoarsely.

"Are you the 'Ghost Rider'? I didn't expect that you are also a dramatist..." A familiar man's voice came from under the mask. It was the person who had talked to him on the phone not long ago.

But then, he seemed to notice something, and his voice suddenly became extremely surprised!

"No, your way of acting...is also twisted?"

Click——!

The roaring thunder sounded in Chen Ling's ears, and as the countdown on the phone screen reached zero, lines of characters floated up from the void!

[The numbering time limit has expired]

[Reading Interrupt]

Chen Ling's consciousness suddenly sank!

…

Gray world.

The rails, flashing with mysterious runes, silently crawled on the dark earth, like a winding and slender dragon.

At this moment, next to a certain section of railway track, a figure was sitting bored among the rocks, holding his head with one hand, looking up from time to time at the stone figure of the old monk who was in trance opposite.

"Eleven hours... No, it should be almost twelve hours, why haven't you woken up yet?"

Jian Changsheng, who had been sitting in the Gray Realm for twelve hours, was extremely depressed at this moment. He stood up from the ground cursing, wishing he could grab Chen Ling's clothes and wake him up.

"I'm so bored... I'm really bored to death."

"I'm hungry, thirsty, want to sleep but dare not... You dog-hearted, you're so happy!" Jian Changsheng looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no disaster approaching, he cursed more and more fiercely.

He turned around in the rocks out of boredom, and finally seemed to think of something, lowered his head to pick up a pool of black stone powder, then glanced at Chen Ling who was still sleeping, and walked towards him with ill intentions...

Jian Changsheng used his fingertips to pick up a touch of stone powder, and painted it on Chen Ling's face little by little, like a cat, and like a fox, it looked as ugly as it could be... But the corners of the "culprit"'s mouth kept rising.

Just when Jian Changsheng was about to draw a * on his forehead, a USB flash drive suddenly popped out from the ground in front of Chen Ling!

Jian Changsheng was stunned. Before he could react, Chen Ling, who was close to him, suddenly opened his eyes and sprayed a mouthful of turbid blood on Jian Changsheng's face like a fountain! !

Bang Bang --! !

Two balls of blood mist exploded from Chen Ling at the same time. He rolled his eyes and fell directly into Jian Changsheng's arms...

At the same time, a scream of shock and anger sounded above the gray world:

"Not... again?!!"