A New Character Every Month

Pittman quickly raised his hands, palms out in a gesture of innocence, and said, "I didn't do anything, they have nothing to do with me."

Two people who wanted to hit him died strangely one after another. Even though he obviously didn't do anything, he couldn't help but doubt whether he really had some mysterious power in him.

But now, he didn't want to have anything to do with this matter, otherwise, once the death of these two prison tyrants was blamed on him, he might never even think about going out in his life.

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the prisoners not far away.

Only someone shouted: "There is also a person who died here, the devil has shown his power!"

Before other people could react, such disturbances occurred several times in various parts of the cafeteria.

"I have a hunch."

The lunatic prisoner suddenly climbed onto the dining table, raised his hands over his shoulders, and said in a dazed voice, "This cafeteria has become a place cursed by the devil, and all of us will die one by one, without exception!"

"Run!"

I don't know who opened the mouth first, all the prisoners didn't care about eating and started moving.

They scrambled to rush out of the cafeteria, even ignoring the guards who were holding sticks, and they also turned a blind eye to the guards standing upstairs who pointed guns at them through the guardrail.

And Pittman was also in a daze for a few seconds, then rushed out following the crowd in horror.

If the deaths of the two first made him wonder if he had something to do with it, but then the deaths of several people were not only far away from him, but he couldn't even see them, and what the crazy prisoner said, he couldn't help it. not afraid.

Soon, panic spread throughout Prison No. 13.

In addition, this situation has also appeared in many prisons in the United States.

Although most of the prisons in the United States are privately contracted, most of the prisons where serious criminals live are under the control of the government, and the dead are also concentrated in them. The news spread quickly.

However, compared with the officials of the United States, there is a group that receives the news before them, and that is the media.

Soon, a temporary news replaced the original program.

After the host in suits and leather ties greeted all the doubtful viewers outside the screen, he went straight to the main line and said the topic: "We have received a piece of unfortunate news that prisoners died of heart attacks in dozens of prisons in our country one after another. The incident of paralysis, it has been about an hour since the first incident, the death toll is about 870, and the death toll is still increasing at an average rate of [-] people per minute..."

"We have reason to believe that their deaths were not accidental, just like the previous major deaths, this is the power of the god of death..."

"The authority from the god of death has fallen into the hands of a new agent, and he is telling us with the lives of these people that his existence..."

Whoa!

In a bright conference room, the TV screen flickers and then turns off.

Beside the conference table, a woman with red lips wearing a red tights, a red cloak, and long red hair put down the remote control.

"A new agent has appeared, what do you think?"

Her eyes swept over the calm, dignified, worried, or smiling faces around her, and finally landed on the face of the blond long-haired man in the pure white priest's uniform sitting in the first seat.

Afterwards, the others also looked at the long-haired man one by one, with different expressions in their eyes, but respect was maintained on their faces.

Seeing this, the long-haired man smiled and said softly: "We are a team, and we can speak out any ideas we have, without asking for my opinion."

If there are outsiders here, they can recognize at a glance that the eight people in the conference room are the official members of the Chaoying 11.

The long-haired man is the strongest among the 11 superheroes, and also the strongest in the world-Son of God.

The other seven people are the Red Queen who controls the flames, the Hurricane Lord who controls the hurricane, the Ice Man who dances with the ice, the undead knight who can't even take his life from hell, and three other new members.

Since then, the famous 11-member Chaoying team has been assembled.

As for why there are only 11 members of Chaoying, but now there are only [-] members, that is because the team has lost [-] members during this year.

Among them, there are six old members and five new members.

Frequent addition of new members, and new members who are not strong enough, will not do any good except to ruin the brand of the Chaoying 11 players.

So as early as two months ago, the Premier League 11 players were not adding new players.

Chapter 320

"This was a premeditated massacre."

Seeing that no one spoke, the undead knight had no choice but to say: "The new agent is more cautious than the agents we met in the past. I am afraid it will be difficult to find him through subtle traces. We can only check whether the server storing prison-related information has been blocked. The traces of the invasion, and other words, we can only wait for the agent to make a mistake."

The Hurricane Master sighed and said pessimistically: "Since the last agent died in front of us, there has been no new agent for a month. From the data point of view, this is not reasonable."

"I have reason to believe that the new agent started the massacre after he was ready."

"It's hard, hard to wait for him to make a mistake!"

Over the past year, the reason why the Chaoying team has been able to find the agent who holds the authority of the god of death many times is that each time the opponent made a mistake and showed traces, either on the Internet or in reality, so they discovered and seized the clues.

Then the Joint Investigation Bureau used a lot of manpower and material resources to find it.

But if there are no clues, then I'm afraid we can only resign ourselves to fate.

The Red Queen knocked on the table and said coldly: "We have to find a way when we are in trouble. Eleven of our companions died at the hands of the agent, and more of the agent died at our hands."

"Furthermore, according to the comparison of the previous data, it seems that the agent needs a certain amount of accumulation to kill our mutants, either time or life. If we let it go, it may not be long before it is our turn..."

Among the eight people in the conference room, except Shenzi, the other seven spoke one after another.

But until half an hour later, no one could come up with an effective solution.

Iceman leaned lazily against the backrest, rather than discussing a question that had no answer at all, he would rather go to sleep.

"The time seems to have come."

He muttered to himself, looked at the time, and found that in less than an hour, a naked party in his big villa would start.

Originally planned the time, this time is absolutely free.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of a new agent made him come back for this boring meeting.

But looking at the scene in front of me, I don't know how long it will be until the end of the meeting.

When everyone was expressing their thoughts, Shenzi suddenly interrupted: "Ice Man, what do you do?"

Immediately, the eyes of the other six people also turned to Iceman.

They had already noticed his laxity, and even more than half of them thought this meeting was extremely boring, but for various reasons, they had to continue.

Iceman was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Shenzi asked such a question, but he still said quickly: "I have a very important meeting in an hour."

Shenzi nodded slightly: "Well, since you have something to do, go first."

Iceman was overjoyed, but he still pretended to ask: "This is not good, will it affect the meeting?"

Shenzi smiled and said: "Don't worry, today's meeting itself does not require a result, just to see if we can come up with a good solution."

Iceman stood up with a smile on his face: "Then I'm leaving, if there is any important matter in the future, please let me know, thank you!"

The Red Queen gave him a cold look, eyes full of disdain.

Iceman didn't care, the joy of regaining the lost party already filled his heart, and even made him ignore the slightly abnormal expression on Shenzi's face.

Just when he arrived at the door and was about to open it.

Shenzi suddenly said: "By the way, you just said that you have an important meeting in an hour, right?"

Frostman turned his head, nodded and said, "Yes, the time for this meeting was set three months ago."

Shenzi stared at Iceman's eyes, and his speech gradually slowed down: "Do you know the fate of cheating on me?"

Seeing this scene, Iceman's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he forced a smile and said: "Of course I know, I can guarantee that there is no lie in what I said."

If he could do it all over again, he would never lie.

But now, he doesn't dare to say that it was all a lie just now, he can only make mistakes.

"God said..."

Suddenly, the voice of the Son of God sounded from behind: "The Throat of Ice is in my hands!"

Hearing the voice, the Ice Man just felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart when he realized that the world was spinning in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, what appeared in front of him was no longer the thick metal gate, but the son of God with one hand clutching his neck.

The huge force coming from his throat made him unable to breathe, and his face turned red.

Wisps of extremely cold air spread from his body surface to the surroundings.

Accompanied by the appearance of cold air, a thin layer of frost formed on the surrounding several meters of floor and tabletop, and a thick chill could be faintly felt.

As a result, the temperature in the conference room dropped a lot.

But within the range of several meters, only the Son of God was the same.

When the cold air drifted to his body, it seemed to be isolated by an invisible protective clothing, unable to touch his skin, let alone exert its influence.

"Don't think I don't know what you're going to do."

The Son of God changed his gentleness just now, and his face was full of ferocious smiles: "I hate people who cheat me the most, followed by people who are lazy, and you have both."

The death knight frowned when he saw this scene, but he didn't speak, and he didn't step forward to stop him.

The other three old people and three newcomers seemed to be used to it, and turned their heads as if they hadn't seen this incident.

Iceman resisted the feeling of suffocation, and said with difficulty: "I... can't..."

Shenzi put a little force on the hand that was stuck on Bingxia's neck, and said with a sneer, "How many times has the group helped you deal with it in the past few years? Every day you think about drinking and playing with women, why don't you die?"

A clatter.

Iceman opened and blinked his eyes and found himself back in his seat.

If it weren't for the pain from his neck, he might suspect that the scene just now was just an illusion.

Shenzi clapped his palms and showed a bright smile: "Where did you just say? Let's continue!"

After this scene, no one dared to be distracted anymore. No matter what they thought in their hearts, on the surface they were actively participating in discussions and looking for solutions.

Shenzi watched with a smile on his face, but there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

If you want to find a new agent, unless there is another mutant like the Hell Hunter, you can only rely on that old thing...

Sudden.

Shenzi's face changed, and he turned his head to look at the French window beside him.