A New Character Every Month

"You... it's you!"

The hell hunter raised his head and looked at Alec with fierce and remorseful eyes.

"You talk too much."

With a smile on Alec's face, he raised his right hand and exposed his palm.

I saw a piece of paper the size of half a palm clinging to his palm, on which was written a crooked name in black dye, which was the real name of Hell Hunter.

If you look closely, you can also find that the color of the nail on his index finger is completely different from other nails, it is slightly blackened, and the tip part is no different from black charcoal.

In fact, the reason why Alec said so much just now was to write the name of the hell hunter on the small piece of paper in the death note in his palm, and delay it until it took effect.

"Do you think this will work for me?"

The hell hunter's face showed a hideous look: "I will not die, my body is the body of a demon, even if a big hole is punched in my heart, I will not die."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the hell three-headed dog not far away, and ordered: "Kill him!"

"Wang!!!"

At the same time that the three-headed hellhound heard the order, it jumped up and rushed towards Alec, and then opened its three huge mouths, revealing its hard and sharp fangs.

It seemed that he wanted to bite off Alec in one bite, chew it, and even swallow it into his stomach.

When Alec heard the words of the hell hunter and saw the three-headed hell dog rushing towards him, he immediately turned pale with fright.

According to the Hell Hunter, the heart paralysis that comes with the Death Note may not be able to kill him, plus he still has the strength to speak and even give orders to the summoned beast.

brush!

Just when the sharp fangs of the three-headed hellhound were about to touch Alec, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

All that remains is a foul-smelling breath.

"Success."

Alec's stiff body relaxed at this moment, and he slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

Looking back, just now, the hell hunter who bluntly said that he is the body of a demon, has no weakness, and will not die, now has his eyes wide open, staring at this side, with no expression in his eyes.

After sitting for more than ten seconds, Alec got up on hands and feet.

"Now is not the time to rest."

He glanced at the mess around him, and was about to take a step forward.

Snapped!

In an instant, Alec's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white liquid spilled all over the ground.

Immediately, his body fell limply to the ground.

"What a show!"

Lin Zian, who witnessed all this with his own eyes from above, felt a constant sense of joy in his heart.

"This is probably the performance of the villain dying from talking too much."

He looked down at the hell hunter in leather, then at the headless Alec, and the sniper rifle and sniper on a tall building not far away, and said with a smile: "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is on the ground." back."

soon.

A team of heavily armed special police came below, blocked the road section, and began to clean up the mess.

It was also at this time that Lin Zian snapped his fingers and took back the Death Note that Alec was carrying in his arms, including the pieces of paper that he tore off from it and hid on his body, as well as several Small pieces of paper.

Although keep the Death Note, maybe you will find more interesting things.

However, if a tool such as the Death Note falls into the hands of a high-level hegemonic country, it is likely to become a nuclear weapon that cannot be triggered, causing it to lose its most fundamental role, and it will affect Lin Zian's mission progress.

Still, it’s okay to leave a small gift.

Lin Zian's body rose rapidly, staring at the colorful things below, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

half an hour.

Not far away, on a law enforcement vehicle on the side of the road.

"A bunch of filthy, stinking garbage, trash, bastards... sooner or later, sooner or later..."

There was only Detective De Lun in the car. He sat in the co-pilot and looked at the blocked street in the distance, his face full of resentment.

One step, one last step, before he could seize the culprit responsible for the deaths of thousands of the citizens of the United States and usher in a bright and smooth future.

But just half an hour ago, his position as team leader was dismissed and he became an ordinary detective, and he could no longer participate in this case.

And the existence of taking his position and snatching away the fruit of victory that is unprepared is the only mutant team in the Bureau of Investigation—the Z-Men.

When he thought of them arrogantly taking out a certificate, unreasonably dropping his position, and taking away the achievements that were about to be obtained, he became furious, wishing to kill all those mutants with his own hands.

But in the end, when the director also agreed with the result, Deren could only choose to accept his fate.

After all, he is just an ordinary person.

puff!

Suddenly, De Lun's eyes darkened, as if something fell on his face.

He took it and saw that it was a piece of old thin paper.

"I can't clean up those mutant bastards, can't I also clean up a piece of paper?!"

De Lun was furious, and he grabbed the corner of the paper with both hands, and when he was about to tear it off, he stopped suddenly.

Through the light in the car, one could faintly see words on the back of the paper.

He turned over the paper, looked at the back, and found that dozens of names were densely written on it.

Judging from its traces, it seems that it was written not long ago.

"Is this..."

Deren's eyes flickered slightly, and his heart was full of excitement, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

If this piece of paper is really what he thought in his heart, then maybe...

"Deren!"

At this time, the old detective walked over from a distance with two hamburger packages.

Deren immediately folded the paper a few times, and then prepared to put it in his jacket pocket.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly opened his pants and put them in, then sat and waited as if nothing had happened.

"this is yours."

The old detective opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and handed Deren a hamburger set meal.

"Thank you."

Deren took the set meal, lowered his head slightly, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and tried not to show his emotions on his face.

If that piece of paper is really from the Death Note, even if the Z-Men handed in the full copy, this page can save him some losses.

But if he is discovered by the old detective before handing it over, then the credit may have to be shared a lot, and he doesn't want to.

"The taste of this store is not bad."

The veteran agent took a sip of his carb-laden sparkling drink, took another bite of his burger, and turned to see Dren with his head down, thinking he was still grieving over the case being snatched from him.

So after he swallowed the food in his mouth, he persuaded Neng, "De Lun, if you want to open it up, it's nothing."

"what?"

Deren broke out of his contemplation and looked at the old detective puzzledly: "What?"

The old detective repeated what he said just now, and said: "As long as you are still in this system, there will only be more and more such things in the future. Instead of thinking about these sad things, we should think about something happy. There is a nice bar that is nice to relax in...”

While eating the hamburger, the old detective danced and talked, showing a wretched smile from time to time.

Deren kept nodding in agreement, but he didn't pay attention to the words of relaxation. He couldn't wait to go back and test the authenticity of the paper.

Chapter 310 Four Chaoying Eleven Players

The house with two bedrooms and one living room, the doors and windows are locked.

Deren turned off all the electrical appliances and lights in the house, then walked into the master bedroom, closed and locked the door.

Immediately, he scanned everything in the master bedroom vigilantly.

After confirming that the windows were closed tightly and the curtains were drawn, he began to check every place and every corner of the room.

This kind of meticulousness is even more serious and focused than when he searched the scene of the crime when he first became an agent.

Half an hour later, he finally stopped, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his head from maintaining tension for a long time.

"Safety!"

Deren took out the folded paper from his trousers, unfolded it and laid it flat on the bed.

Looking at the densely packed names on it, he couldn't help but think of the news he got from the chief a few hours ago when he was about to leave after eating the hamburger set meal.

The Z-Men successfully killed Alec, the murderer who caused thousands of deaths, but did not find any traces of the Death Note on him or nearby, even including the escape path and hiding place of Alec, and nothing was gained. .

I only know from the list in Alec's laptop that he must have killed him.

But since they couldn't find the most critical Death Note, and because they had overstepped their authority in this operation, everyone would be happy if they got something, but if they didn't get anything or if they got too little, they would also suffer backlash, or double the backlash.

So in this case, not only did the Z-Men not do any good, but they also added a lot of trouble.

"I told you to rob my case, now I know I regret it!"

As soon as he heard the news, Deren showed uncontrollable happiness.

As for now, after focusing on the unexpected paper, although he didn't smile anymore, his mood has improved a lot.

Although he felt that the paper was probably torn from the Death Note, it was also possible that it was just an ordinary piece of paper.

Before confirming it clearly, he didn't dare to hand in this piece of paper casually, lest he would not only fail to gain any benefits, but also cause a joke, which is not a simple matter of embarrassment.

"Detect handwriting first? Or..."