In a luxurious place.
A middle-aged man, with narrow eyes, big nose and thick lips, looks a little ugly, but around him, there are seven or eight young girls who are extremely beautiful, wearing light veils, charming and moving.
"Uh huh..." The middle-aged man was riding on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, ignoring her painful struggle, and wantonly playing with her.
suddenly-
On the ground behind, a man in black slowly rose, quietly, like a ghost, standing behind everyone, the middle-aged man and others did not notice.
The man in black looked indifferently at the lewd scene in front of him, flicked his fingers, and struck the middle-aged man silently with a burst of energy, directly hitting the back of his head. Since the energy was compressed so weak, he didn't respond to it. Air causes drive.
The middle-aged man was still teasing, but he didn't notice.
Pooh!
A blood hole was suddenly drilled out of the back of his head. The middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly, and then his neck tilted and he fell on the little girl. Looking at the middle-aged man who died suddenly, one of the women turned her head to look around vigilantly, but saw nothing...
Ye Chen jumped into the metal plate as soon as he finished the blow, sank down, and rushed to other places.
"Next, Wang Lei!" Ye Chen's eyes were cold.
"Wang Lei, the commander of the military department, opened a shop in private, selling pickled human meat, relying on the power of the military position, secretly colluded with many shops, and opened a 'beast arena'! The so-called beast arena is to arrest people. The returned monsters are put together to be eaten alive, to be watched by those mentally twisted people, and to get paid."
"It should be killed!"
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In a scholarly and elegant house surrounded by piles of books, a gentle and elegant man is sitting in the study, holding a Langhao brush and practicing calligraphy. This person is Wang Lei!
No one would have imagined that a person with such a humble appearance would actually do such a thing behind his back.
Wang Lei was originally a scholar. Every time after hunting, he would look for a few good books to read, and then practice calligraphy. Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" was his favorite in his life. He imitated it many times, but it was always in vain. god.
"Today, it's time to bring out that batch of cured meat." Wang Lei thought to himself, and slowly put down the Langhao brush, and was about to get up, when suddenly, a man in black rose slowly from the metal ground in front of him, invisible Face, only two cold stars can be seen.
"Who are you?" Wang Lei was taken aback, but he didn't panic too much, but said calmly.
The man in black glanced at him indifferently, his figure flied towards him, flicked his fingers repeatedly, several Qi swords shot out, and shot straight at Wang Lei's head, when Qi Jin sprang out from the left and right, he raised his fist and hit Wang Lei's front .
Wang Lei was about to escape.
Pooh!
The air sword on the left hit his head, and rushed in, like a whale swimming in water, devouring all the life energy in his body, and turned into an old man's corpse in a blink of an eye. After possessing the talent of devouring, Ye The speed at which Chen absorbs the Qi of life has become extremely fast!
Ye Chen made a random move, and the energy rushed into his body, growing a little stronger.
He glanced at the pen and ink on the table, his heart moved, he walked to the table and picked up the Langhao pen, pondered for a while, and quickly wrote a series of words, the pen was so strong that it pierced the back of the paper, and he felt like a knife, light and sword were rushing towards his face just by looking at it .
This string of words is the crime of Wang Lei, and the crimes of the rest of the others. It can be described in one sentence, and the person who left the name: Death!
Ye Chen picked one up casually, threw it on Wang Lei's body, and then quickly came to the metal plate and sank into it. There was nothing in the room except Wang Lei's dead body, even the one used by Ye Chen. The Langhao pen was wiped clean of fingerprints...
"Next, Wang Fei!"
"die!"
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This night, the sky above the city of Atlantis was still gray and white, and the streets were bustling with people hurrying, chatting, drinking and eating.
After the second day.
Ye Chen rose from the metal plate of the box, took off the black cloth, changed the black clothes, put on the gold and black leather armor, ordered some food and wine to the boss, and ate quietly. After eating, After taking a nap in the box, after a night of fighting, his mental strength was a little tired.
While he was sleeping, there was a commotion outside!
Wu Hao is dead!
The leader of this glorious guild was killed overnight! The condition of his death was extremely miserable. If it hadn't been for expert appraisal, he might not have recognized that dry, wrinkled corpse as the peerless Wu Hao!
The most frightening thing is that on Wu Hao's body, there are two words written in blood: Death!
The doors and windows were not damaged, and the guards outside did not see anyone entering, but Wu Hao died!
The entire Brilliant Guild was shaken, and all high-level officials were shocked and dumbfounded.
The first thought in my mind was... my antidote! !
These people had to go to the place where Wu Hao lived, searched around, and fell into chaos.
Just before this wave of sensation disappeared, another shocking event followed. The chairman of the famous hotel also died! In addition, Wang Lei, the commander of the army, is also dead!
In addition to these people, there are also many generals, leaders of small guilds, owners of entertainment venues and other big figures in various places who have died tragically. I have seen how they died. Some generals had heavy guards outside, but they didn't hear any movement at all. When they found out, the generals inside had died for a long time.
This night, it seemed as if a mysterious devil suddenly came to this world!
Said it was the devil... However, what everyone found strange was that there was a blank sheet of paper on the bodies of these dead people, which clearly explained the crimes of these people, and every single one of them was enough to arouse the anger of the crowd!
The news spread quickly, causing a sensation like a magnitude 10 earthquake in the city, and countless people talked about it.
"This murderer calls himself the God of Death? Is it really the God of Death?"
"How could there be a god in this world, it must be someone who played a prank."
"Then why do these dead people die inexplicably?"
"It must be a strong man who disguised himself and killed without anyone noticing!"
"How is it possible, which of these dead is not a strong man? There are bodyguards and personal guards around them, how could it be too late to ask for help after death? Moreover, how did that person avoid these people's personal guards and sneak in?"
"In just one night, so many people died, it's unbelievable! Just killing people, this night is not enough time!"
In the Commander-in-Chief residence.
Murong De looked solemn, looked at a tape recorder in front of him, and asked the young man beside him: "Is this what the god of death said?"
The young man nodded and said, "Well, this is the only clue left by the god of death. I found it from a deceased person's house."
The word "Reaper" became famous in the whole city overnight, and they were very concerned about this.
Murong De pressed the play button, and a deep and erratic voice sounded: "Anyone who does anything harmful to mankind will end up like these people! I will come to harvest your lives at any time..." There was no trace of emotion in the voice.
The recording ends here.
Murong De frowned, pondered for a while, and said to the young man: "This person calls himself 'Reaper', and he is probably a hidden strong man, who is always lurking in the base city. He has not done anything that endangers mankind, and there is no need to issue a warrant."
The young man nodded, and said: "I invited some detectives to observe the scene, but I found out why there was no trace left, and the traces of the fight were not serious. It can be seen that the dead were fatal with one move! Moreover, suddenly there were more people in the room out of thin air. A string of footprints, but when the footprints reached a certain place, they suddenly disappeared, as if they had evaporated out of thin air!"
The air became a little chilly.
Murong De's palm trembled slightly, but it was quickly covered up. He nodded slightly, his eyes were a little solemn. Based on his experience, he naturally knew how terrifying a fatal move is. These dead are all super powerful, and most of them have superman mode , but were all killed! However, Superman mode can't do anything to the opponent!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of another person... Ye Chen, the God of Killing!
He was silent for a while, and said: "Has anyone seen the whereabouts of that 'Reaper', dressed?"
The young man shook his head and said, "No, everyone who has seen the god of death is dead. I suspect that this person is probably that Ye Chen!"
Murong De nodded, then sighed, and said: "I hope it's the same person, otherwise there will be another terrifying person in the world. According to the surveillance spies, Ye Chen was in a hotel room and hadn't left for 24 hours. , can you ask if this Ye Chen is still inside?"
The young man nodded and dialed the communicator. This communicator is almost the same as Ye Chen's, but its function is much worse. It belongs to the second-generation communicator. In the sea and remote places, the signal cannot be accepted. Some senior personnel have wear.
"Hello? Did you see Ye Chen come out?" The young man asked the communicator, which couldn't make video calls.
"No." A middle-aged voice whispered.
"Go and see, is he still in the room?" the young man ordered.
"En!" The middle-aged voice nodded, walked into the hotel, handed the medal to the hotel owner, whispered a few words in his ear, the owner's expression changed slightly, he hesitated for a while, then nodded, and walked to Ye Chen with the food In front of him, he slowly scratched the veil on the wooden window of the box, and saw Ye Chen lying in the box sleeping.
Seeing that he didn't find himself, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, turned around carefully and backed out. He didn't see him. After he left, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, and there was an incomprehensible light in his eyes...
"Then Ye Chen is sleeping in the private room." The middle-aged voice said through the communicator.
The young man frowned, nodded and said, "Understood."