Ark Games [Unlimited]

In the dark alley, Mo Jiahe was quietly crouching on the big tree, and the cordon set up by the police was nearby.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the alley shrouded in silver moon.

Mo Jiahe held his breath and turned on the mimic stealth to the maximum. There was no difference in the color of the whole person and the leaves. Even the light spots revealed by the scattered branches were simulated on the skin.

Could that person be a head-down master?

Mo Jiahe stared closely at the man in black, and found that his traveling route happened to be 6002.

The man in black stayed near the cordon for a while, and then began to pace back and forth, looking a little anxious, and this reaction made Mo Jiahe feel confident that this man was probably the target.

There is no monitoring equipment in the alley, and there are fewer vehicles at night, and there is only the sound of wind blowing leaves around.

The man in black finally couldn't bear the silent atmosphere, moved away from the fence, and walked to the door.

He opened his robe, several streaks of black smoke entered the crack of the door, acting as his eyes.

"My magic tool..."

Sure enough, it was the head-subduing master. The moment he saw the scene inside the room, he staggered twice.

The human organs, various magic tools and props inside, as well as the altar he had used since he was a child, were all seized by the police. The stronghold accumulated for 60 years was completely cleaned up. This loss cannot be measured in money.

"Damn it! Hate it! When did I, Azannan, suffer such shame and humiliation!"

The lowering master shook his sleeves violently, "No, I have to inform the Qiming Church."

At this moment, the wind flapped the corner of his robe.

Azannan trembled in shock, and the black mist rose up from his body to resist the attack automatically. After the sound of "敪", he realized that there were people around.

Mo Jiahe turned the scimitar and went straight towards his neck, but it was offset by the black mist. She gritted her teeth, turned around and cut off the head again.

"Who is it?" Azannan couldn't see the figure at all, he could only see the silver light flashing across his eyes like a stream of fire.

The black mist actually existed with its own consciousness. After realizing that someone around was attacking its master, it enveloped Azannan's entire body, making it impossible for the enemy to invade.

Mo Jiahe hissed, possessed by the Dream Envoy's traits, and with a strange force, the blade was stuck in the black mist, and the burning mist evaporated, and she seemed to hear the ear-piercing screams of countless women.

"It turned out that they were all innocent souls."

As soon as the blade was retracted, Azannan's black robe instantly split a big hole, and the cold night wind poured into the body of the head-subduing master, which made him know that the other party must have come from a bad way.

But all his cat ghosts were dead, Gumantong was also killed, and all available means were in the stronghold, and they were completely destroyed.

Apart from the body-protecting ghost, he really has no other means to resist the attack.

But now, even the body-protecting ghost has been burned dry.

The time limit of mimicry invisibility gradually faded. In Azannan's eyes, the light in a space in front of him suddenly distorted, and a figure slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be a woman!

The woman was not tall, and her body didn't look strong, and she had an arm wrapped in bandages.Her appearance is also very ordinary, but there is an astonishing ferocity in those bright eyes!

Just looking at this look, Azannan felt that he had to run away.

Tremblingly, he took out a shiny bead from his pocket, and just about to throw it on the ground and smash it into pieces, he was hit by a short arrow in his right hand.

Mo Jiahe looked up, and it was Zhao Jinfeng who made the move.

The narwhal thorn bow transformed into a hand crossbow form, interrupting Azannan's movement with one shot, and Mo Jiahe saw the bead being released, and immediately used the compound eye skill to securely copy it in his hand.

"What?" Mo Jiahe spread out his palm, and found that it was not round, but angular, but the light emitted made people think it was a bead.

Seeing that the beads were taken away, Master Jiang was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.

And Zhao Jinfeng didn't give him another chance to use his methods, and shot another arrow, which pierced Azannan's calf mercilessly, nailing him to the ground.

Jumping down from the high platform, Zhao Jinfeng quickly stepped forward and tied a few bundles with belts, completely controlling Azannan.

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

Azannan's strength is very weak, and he has no way to compete with Zhao Jinfeng.

"Brother Zhao, do you see what this is?"

Mo Jiahe stretched out his hand.

"Star?"

"Give me back my badge!" Azannan turned his head in a moment of shock, and revealed something he shouldn't have said in a panic. After he realized it, he immediately closed his mouth, not even cursing.

"Badge..." Zhao Jinfeng took the badge and found that it had eight corners in total, shaped like an octagonal star, and extremely transparent.

"I finally know what it looks like." Mo Jiahe pinched his chin, "It looks like big stuff."

"?" Zhao Jinfeng looked confused.

"The aniseed aniseed pepper."

"..." Zhao Jinfeng looked down, and it was indeed very similar.

"Xiao Zhao!" Meng Yan's voice came from a distance, and it was the team members who rushed over.

As soon as Meng Yan entered the alley, he saw the old man in black robe who was tied up on the ground and lay dead.

"Caught?"

"Yeah." Mo Jiahe nodded, "I also found a strange thing, and the head-down master seems to be using it to escape."

Zhao Jinfeng handed the octagonal star to Meng Yan.

"Go back and let the system identify it." He directly put the stars into the package.

Ivan squatted next to the head-subduing master, pulled off his hood, and found that he was an octogenarian old man, but his eyes were not cloudy at all, on the contrary, they were sinister and creepy.

"It's you bastard who wants to kill us!"

Ivan really wanted to kick him hard, but facing a 80-[-]-year-old man, he couldn't get off his feet and could only stare at him angrily.

However, Meng Yan was different. He walked to Azannan's leg, looked at the calf pierced by the arrow, and suddenly smiled.

He pulled out the arrow without changing his face, and the excited old man let out a miserable cry of pain.

There was a very obvious blood hole left on Azannan's leg, and blood gushed out from the wound, forming a pool of blood under his body.

"Ruishen, come here."

Meng Yan hooked his fingers and called people to his side.

"From now on, I ask, you answer. Don't try to lie to me, and don't say any nonsense."

Meng Yan narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Bah!" The lowering master spat hard.

However, before he could yell out, a severe pain that humans cannot bear swept across his body. In contrast, even the wound on his leg was only bitten by a mosquito.

"Ahhhhhh!" The old man had never experienced such torture, and in a trance, he even felt the feelings of the person who was swallowed by him.

"I'm not that patient, talk."

"Nan! Azan Nan!"

"Where are the twenty women you kidnapped from Moonlight Village?"

"Central Technology Building!"

"Who is your benefactor, and why did you do such a thing?"

"..." Azannan gritted his teeth tightly, bearing the pain abruptly, and refused to speak out.

"I'll know it even if you don't tell me, Sompa Shan, right?!"

Azannan's eyes widened instantly.

How did they know, no, don’t expose Sompashan, it’s not to protect the privacy of customers, but Sompashan donated three buildings for the Qiming Church, just look it up and you’ll find out, Moreover, there are many church objects in Sompashan's home.

suffered.

"One last question." Meng Yan said maliciously, "Are you a member of Qiming Church?"

In an instant, Azannan seemed to have suffered a cardiac arrest, and all the blood on his face disappeared.

"Okay, I know everything I need to know."

Meng Yan stood up, hugged his shoulders and said coldly, "I finally caught you. The scenes we imagined can be realized one by one."

"For Manshu, you have to break one arm, and for Mo Jiahe, you have to break another arm." The captain of the Nightmare team, in the eyes of Azannan, is really the most terrifying nightmare. You've been hurt a lot."

"I'm a very fair person." Meng Yan said, "And I'm also responsible for my players."

"So... Mo Jiahe, cut off his two arms, sliced ​​open his stomach, and bled him."

Mo Jiahe took the order, picked up the Frost Wheel Scimitar, and showed a cruel smile.

"Don't! Don't!" Azannan trembled with fright, and the loss of strength after the severe pain made him unable to escape at all.

Under the silver blade, a foul smell emanated from him, and he was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

The girl kicked the Head Lowering Master.

"Captain Meng, I'm dizzy." Mo Jiahe put the knife away.

"I can't help but be scared." Meng Yan snorted coldly, "Apeng, call the Masters Association and ask them to come and recruit them."

A Peng nodded again and again, he thought Meng Yan was telling the truth just now.

"Aren't you going back with revenge?" Zhao Jinfeng asked.

"Do you want to help Manshu?" Meng Yan asked him seriously, "If you want, you can do whatever you want."

"Forget it." Lin Manshu stopped, "There is no need to dirty hands for this kind of person. The Mage Association will teach him for us. There are many Azan in black whose business and reputation have been affected there. We are bad."

"I think so too." Meng Yan said.

Zhao Jinfeng glared at the comatose Head Subduer, and then retracted the narwhal thorn bow, "Fortunately for him."

"Let's go, catch Song Phrashan quickly before we start to scare the snake." Meng Yan planned the next action, "The victory of the main line is in sight."

Everyone nodded in unison.

Life has been threatened for so many days, and now that the biggest problem of the head-down master has been solved, everyone is more relaxed than ever.

"The masters gave us the addresses of the three suspects, so what are you waiting for?" Meng Yan got on the bike and took the knockoff motorcycle out of Harley's posture.

Everyone followed closely behind, only Ruishen remained by the side of the head-down master.

"What are you doing?" Meng Yan called him, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Ruishen nodded and returned to the line, sitting in the back seat of his boyfriend's car.

And under the moonlight, Azannan's wound seemed to have a drop of silvery blood fused into it.