Rocot: Reborn

Roccod stared at Elvira's wild eyes in the photo, like a dormant cheetah, dangerous and charming. He licked his lips, and his deep laughter echoed in the empty room, "Playing with fire? Playing with fire is what I'm best at, old man, you wait and see."

Three days later, Roccod disguised himself as a wealthy businessman and sneaked into the black market auction. In the noisy venue, all kinds of rare treasures dazzled people, but he had no interest in them. He had only one goal - Elvira and her "masterpiece".

"Hey, did you hear? The finale of tonight is the good stuff brought by the daughter of Night Owl!"

"Night Owl? Is he the madman who turned the Alliance's intelligence system upside down?"

"That's right! I heard that what she brought was something scarier than the 'Puppet Heart', which can control people's consciousness. Tsk tsk, if it falls into the hands of the bad guys..."

The voices of the people around him were heard by Rokod, which made him more excited. He found a corner with a wide view and sat down, patiently waiting for the prey to appear.

Finally, in the eager anticipation of everyone, Avella, wearing a black evening dress and the iconic silver mask, walked elegantly onto the auction stage. Under the spotlight, her exquisite figure was fully revealed, and the sound of her high heels hitting the ground seemed to strike everyone's heart.

"Good evening, everyone. Welcome to the Black Market Auction." Elvira's voice was cold and pleasant, but it carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. "I believe everyone is looking forward to tonight's final auction item. I won't waste your time. Please take a look--"

As she finished her words, the black curtain behind her slowly opened, revealing a huge metal cage. Inside the cage, a naked man curled up in a corner, his eyes empty, like a puppet without a soul.

"Is this... a human?" The crowd exclaimed.

"Yes, he is the item for tonight's auction." A cruel arc appeared on Elvira's lips. "A perfect weapon that has been modified and will absolutely obey your orders, whether it is killing people, arson, or..."

She paused deliberately, and glanced at the people in the audience, "He can do anything to please the master."

There was an uproar in the crowd, and greedy gleams appeared in many people's eyes.

"Of course, he has a special function--" Elvira snapped her fingers, and the man in the cage slowly stood up, mechanically walked to the edge of the cage, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his own neck.

"It's an absolute self-destruct program. With just one command, it will completely disappear without leaving a trace." Elvira's voice was cold and ruthless, as if she was introducing an ordinary product. "How about it, everyone? Are you interested?"

The crowd was completely silent, and everyone was shocked by Elvira's ruthless methods. Roccod sat in the corner, looking at the dazzling woman on the stage, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"This woman is quite interesting..." He muttered to himself, "It seems that this trip was not in vain."

"This woman is so cruel!" A sturdy man with a face full of flesh sitting next to Roccod couldn't help but say, with a hint of fear in his tone, "The daughter of 'Night Owl' is really as famous as her reputation. Her methods are... wow..."

Roccod smiled contemptuously and did not respond. 'Night Owl'? He was just a poor creature eliminated by the times. How much trouble could his daughter cause? What he was interested in was the "masterpiece" in Elvira's hand that could control people's hearts. That was the key to his comeback.

"One million star coins!" A sharp voice broke the silence in the meeting room.

Locot frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a short, fat man with a greasy face holding a sign with a lewd smile on his face, which made people want to beat him up.

"Two million!" Another voice rang out, this time from a woman dressed in flashy clothes, with heavy makeup and jewels, as if she was afraid that others would not know that she was rich.

"Five million!" The short and fat man seemed to be arguing with the woman and raised the price without hesitation.

"Ten million!" The woman was not to be outdone and doubled the amount.

"Oh, a bunch of idiots." Roccod watched this farce coldly, sneering in his heart. These people only saw the power of the "perfect weapon", but did not know how terrible the risk was hidden behind it. How could the power to control people's hearts be so easy to control?

"Fifty million." At this moment, a deep voice sounded, instantly drowning out everyone else's voice.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a louder noise broke out. 50 million star coins, this was already a sky-high price. Who on earth would be willing to spend so much money on a "toy"?

Roccod couldn't help but sit up straight, his eyes scanning the direction where the sound came from sharply.

A man wearing a black cloak and a silver mask slowly stood up. He was tall and straight, and exuded a powerful aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Is it him?!" Roccod's pupils shrank slightly, and a storm of shock surged in his heart. This man was actually...

Before he could figure it out, the man spoke again, his voice icy cold: "50 million, who else wants to snatch it from me?"

The venue was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and stretched their necks to see the true face of this mysterious man.

"Fifty million. Anyone else want to snatch it from me?" The man spoke again. His voice was low and magnetic, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Who is this guy? So arrogant!" The burly man sitting next to Roccod couldn't help but mutter, "Five million to buy a piece of junk, is he crazy?"

Rocot ignored him and just stared at the man, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

"What on earth does this guy want to do?" Roccod thought to himself. He always felt that this man's appearance was too abrupt. Moreover, he seemed to have seen this man somewhere, but he couldn't remember where for a moment.

"Fifty million at a time!" Elvira's voice broke the silence in the venue. She was obviously intimidated by the man's aura, but as an experienced auctioneer, she quickly adjusted her mood and continued to preside over the auction.

"Fifty million twice!" Elvira's voice sounded again, but still no one bid.

"Fifty million three times! Deal!" As the gavel in Elvira's hand fell heavily, the mysterious man became the new owner of the "perfect weapon".

Without any hesitation, the man stood up from his seat and walked straight towards the auction table.

"Wait!" At this moment, a discordant's voice suddenly sounded, and a short, fat man with a beer belly squeezed out of the crowd, pointed at the mysterious man, and shouted, "I suspect this guy is here to make trouble! He can't afford so much money!"

The short and fat man's words immediately caused a commotion among the people around him, and many people nodded in agreement.

"That's right. Looking at the way he's dressed, he doesn't look like a rich man!"

"Maybe they were sent by some small gang, hoping to take advantage of the situation!"

"Ms. Elvira, you have to be careful!"

Listening to the discussions around him, the short and fat man became even more complacent. He pointed at the mysterious man's nose and cursed, "You little bastard, I advise you to get out of here! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

The mysterious man stopped, turned around slowly, and glanced coldly at the short and fat man.

"Are you talking to me?" The man's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

"Of course I'm talking to you! What, you still want to fight..." Before the short and fat man could finish his words, he was grabbed by the neck by the other man and lifted up.

"You are worthy enough to talk to me?" A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and he exerted a little force with his five fingers.

"Cough cough..." The short and fat man suddenly felt difficulty breathing, his face turned purple, and he tried desperately to pry the man's hands apart with his hands, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, it was of no use at all.

"Stop!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Roccod's heart moved, and he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a tall and heroic woman wearing a black tights, standing outside the crowd, looking at this side coldly.

"Black Widow!" The crowd around suddenly became agitated and stepped back to make way for the woman.

Black Widow? Roccod's heart was moved. Could this woman be...