King of Black Mist

The glass shattered, countless dust particles danced in the light, and breathing was heavy.

"Hiss~" The King Cobra leaned down and swam toward the window.

The 'Lord' turned his eyes to Yafelona and Phoebe: "Go and let me see your strength."

"Yes!" Yafelona said with a sullen face.

In front of the ‘Lord’, I was betrayed!

Just after receiving the reward, he was betrayed by his subordinates? inability!

She glanced at Phoebe, Don, Gaynor, and Cotey, and her mistress's weakness and sympathy were no longer in her eyes.

"Let's go." She said with a cold face and cold voice.

Gray Mist held a scythe and stared at the four people like a messenger of death, like a fierce ghost escorting prisoners into battle.

Phoebe swallowed, and Tang's whole body shivered. Gaynor and Cortey held each other tightly, squeezing each other's hands.

Following the King Cobra, the five people walked out of the hotel.

The 'Lord' also stood up and walked outside. When passing by Renaldo's bloodstain, he picked up his identity card.

"What a pity." Yang Qinglan said.

"Hmm." He looked at the identity card which had no features at all.

King Cobra's attack was too careless, and a good experimental subject was just gone.

fine--

Li Changzhou put away his identity card and continued walking.

——There are many more out there.

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It's not the superpower battle you imagined. There are gunshots everywhere, firelight splashing, and stray bullets flying.

Calvino and Hurd hid in the dark, did not go to the front line, did not meet, and communicated by phone.

"Reynardo failed." Calvino said solemnly.

"It doesn't matter." Hurd didn't take it to heart at all. "It's just a few more deaths. Yafelona must be killed tonight!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Hurd doesn't care how many people die, as long as there is a "gang initiation ceremony" and he can recruit as many subordinates who can work hard.

Calvino's "Torture" is far inferior to his counterpart in this regard.

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Rhoda hid in the alley, breathing heavily.

He is a member of the mafia. He only started practicing gun training a month ago. Today is his first actual combat.

Hearing the sound of his teammate's Browning pistol, he hurriedly leaned forward, fired two shots quickly, and then hurried back.

The enemy was the "Camorra" of Naples, but he had no idea where the enemy was or how many there were.

Out of bullets.

He took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and reloaded with trembling hands.

"Calm down, calm down, Rhoda! You're fine!" He comforted himself in a low voice while changing the bullets.

Holding the pistol tightly, he decided to see where the target was before shooting!

Everyone's bullets have special markings. As long as you are shot once, you will get 10,000 euros. If you kill one person, you will get 100,000 euros!

Rhoda slowly poked her head out and saw a small square in front of her. Between the black and white floor tiles, unknown trees were full of flowers. The bullets passed by and the flowers fell like rain.

The lights were dim, and the fire of the bullets was brighter than them.

Rhoda's eyes slowly scanned, trying to find the enemy.

"Hiss~"

The trembling of the hands and the beating of the drum stopped as if frozen.

Rhoda looked at the soles of his feet, and a thick shadow slowly rose from behind, covering him.

The moment he wanted to turn his head, his vision fell into darkness, and all light, color, and sound were completely extinguished.

A large amount of bright red blood spattered like a rainstorm to every corner around, staining the petals that were shot away by the bullets, making the night even more seductive.

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The battle only lasted five minutes. The opponent was outnumbered and well-hidden, but in front of King Cobra's highest-definition thermal imaging, the difficulty was equivalent to playing hide-and-seek in a classroom.

Several players were directly beaten into blood balloons by its 12 points of speed, 11 points of strength, and unexpected sneak attack.

Yaferona's gray mist was like a butcher walking into the chicken coop with a butcher's knife. When the sickle passed by, the remaining limbs and arms were broken, and the internal organs were washed away.

Any ordinary person with a gun (including some players) is like corn on the stalk in front of the gray fog, and they can break it off however they want.

Not without casualties.

Kotey and Don are dead.

Phoebe and Gaynor were able to survive only because they had no fighting ability and were not forced to fight by Yaferona.

Yaferona's gray mist lost six lines.

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"Cazzo di merda!"

Hurd cursed in a low voice and retreated under the cover of his men.

He never expected that so many people and so many guns could not kill Yafelona!

The player is strong, but when faced with a large number of guns, unless he has a skill like telekinesis shield, he can only pick up his butt and run away like a dog.

If you fail to dodge even once, you will either be seriously injured or die.

Yafelona's group of gray mist men are not afraid of bullets, of course he knows that, but Yafelona herself is no different from ordinary people, and he also knows this!

He failed, and now he has no choice but to escape. His instinct is to "join the gang", and he is no different from ordinary people.

"Hurd." Two figures suddenly walked out of the alley ahead and blocked the front.

Hurd's heart skipped a beat and his eyes narrowed.

"Calvino." He looked at the other person and licked his dry lips.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." Calvino has a strong figure, but his eyes are as sharp as a thin man's.

"Of course, but how about leaving here first?" Hurd's expression was calm, his eyes were calm and calm.

The men walked up to him silently, covering him.

Calvino glanced at these people.

"Ah!!" He screamed like his throat was being torn apart.

These people collapsed instantly. The veins near their temples were as thick as earthworms. They scratched their necks with their fingers, leaving bloody traces.

Within a second, several people's bodies were already wet with sweat.

Calvino looked away and looked at Hurd. Hurd subconsciously stepped back, and the men at his feet were still screaming.

One of them slammed his head against the steps, killing himself.

This was not the most terrifying thing. Seeing that he was dead, the other people actually showed expressions of relief and banged their heads against the steps.

Worried that they were not dead, these people used great strength. When the blood flowed down the steps, it washed away like rain.

"I heard," Calvino said, turning a blind eye to the horrors on the ground, "that as long as you are present in the 'gang initiation ceremony'. "

Hurd's face was sullen, he understood what Calvillo meant.

"Your purpose tonight is not Yafelona at all, but me, right?"

"Both of you are," Calvino couldn't restrain his expression and showed a proud smile, "but you are more important than her."

As long as Hurd is conquered, it is equivalent to him having a "gang initiation ceremony", coupled with his own "torture". Calvino doesn't know, who else can't be conquered by him?

Not the cardinal, not the nuns, not the pope!

"Hurd," Calvino breathed out a hot breath, barely able to pull back his emotions that were about to go berserk, "As long as you swear to me, you will always be the deputy chief and my most trusted family member."

".Yes, you will be my most trusted family member."

Looking at the smile that slowly appeared on Hurd's face, Calvino felt a chill in his heart for no reason. How did the other person's way of controlling his emotions look so similar to his own?

boom!

Calvino was suddenly subdued and his face pushed to the ground.

The one who took action was the most trusted subordinate, Gregory, who was following him.

Gregory, instinctive "steel" is not the steel of building materials, it is the steel of fascia like steel.

Great strength and not afraid of bullets.

"My goals are also you and Yaferona. What's more, you are also more important than Yaferona." Hurd laughed wildly.

"When did it happen?" Calvino asked tremblingly, with his eyes wide open, he could only see the dirt.

"Before the value game begins," Hurd came over and stepped on Calvino's ear with his leather shoes, "the oath is always valid."

He couldn't help laughing twice more: "Calvino, die, or swear to follow me, take your choice!"

There was a long silence.

Hurd did not rush. The more impatient he felt, the more patient he became. As long as there was "torture", not to mention the mafia, the whole of Italy, no, Europe would be his!

Calvino spoke slowly: "I swear."

"Very good!" Hurd's emotions exploded instantly, and his voice was trembling.

He took out the statue of the Virgin that had been prepared, placed it on Calvino's left hand, and cut Calvino's right hand with a dagger.

Because of the excitement, the dagger cut a little deeper, and the blade trembled slightly in the flesh.

He dropped the blood from his right hand on the statue of the Virgin.

"Calvino, are you willing to swear in blood in front of the saint that you will always abide by the gang rules and never betray the family?" As the ancient ceremony began, Hurd's mood calmed down incredibly.

"I hand out--"

The sound stopped suddenly.

"Huh? What's going on? Calvino!" Hurd was shocked and angry.

Gregory let go of Calvino and stepped aside. Hurd saw ten iron arrows emerging from the steps, piercing Calvino's body and being bent by Gregory's "steel bars."

The ID card slipped to the ground, and blood flowed from between Calvino's body and the steps, and soon mixed with the blood of Hurd's corpse.

"Who?!" Hurd was furious, his eyes red.

The lofty dream was about to come true, but was interrupted at the last moment!

Whoosh!

A strong wind came from the darkness.

Gregory stepped forward and stood in front of Hurd.

The whip-like object came closer, changed from whipping to binding, wrapped around Gregory's body, and lifted him up with his toes off the ground.

"Ah!!" Gregory roared, raising his arms and using all his strength.

There was no movement, just like a man pointing a machine gun at the sea, there was no movement.

"Pop!"

Accompanied by applause, several figures walked up the steps.

"I heard that Italian drama is very famous, and it is well-deserved." The leader was vague and spoke pure English.

Hurd glanced behind him, and saw several streaks of gray mist flying over the corpses of his men and coming up from there.

He was as cold as a bucket of ice water poured over his body.

"I, I can swear." His teeth chattered.

"No." The blurry figure put down his hand and put it behind his back, "I want your ID card."

Hurd's expression changed, subconsciously thinking that the other party was going to kill him.

"The 'Lord' is willing to give you a chance, and you haven't even taken out the identity card yet!" Hearing what Yafelona said, he realized that it turned out that the other party wanted to control him through the identity card.

Hurd did not hesitate, took out the ID card and handed it over.

With his own abilities, the other party will never hurt him, and his status will not be low in the future.

Yaferona took the identity card and handed it to Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou glanced at it, and Black Mist stretched out his 'hand', snatched away Renaldo's "flesh and blood thorn" and placed it on Hurd's identity card.

Hurd has been looking at the blurry figure in front of him uneasily, guessing the identity of the other party, and thinking about any opportunities to turn defeat into victory in the future.

Suddenly, as if his eyes were blurred, he caught a glimpse of another figure in the black mist standing beside the blurry figure.

The humanoid black mist is tall, more than 2 meters tall. The black mist is billowing and flowing at all times, but it always maintains its human shape.

"Ahhh."

Li Changzhou looked at Hurd who was mumbling in front of him and fell into deep thought. Are you stupid?

What's going on with this black mist? Can't you honestly restrain your power?

"Ah!!!" Hurd suddenly shouted.

Li Changzhou felt happy, this was the voice of sobriety.

"Ah! Ah!" Hurd took a step back and fell on the steps.

He rolled around and hid in a corner of the alley shivering.

With tears streaming down his face and his whole body trembling, the 1.8-meter mafioso huddled there like a bullied stray dog, looking at Li Changzhou with fear and despair in his eyes.

Li Changzhou thought for a while and ordered Yafelona: "Take him back, coax him with good food and drink, and see how he is in the morning."

"Yes." Yafelona glanced at Hurd from the corner of her eye.

Rather than being "tortured", he was more pitiable and more frightening at this time.

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