Inside a purpose-built hotel room in South Africa.
"Stupid!!" Garen slapped his bald head flying.
The bald body rolled and flew several meters, knocking over several tables and chairs. He only dared to half lie on the ground, not daring to get up. He didn't dare to wipe the blood from his head.
"Thinking that you are strong enough to be an enemy to everyone, a simple matter becomes so troublesome because of your arrogance and arrogance!" Garen's expression was cold.
The bald head lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.
The rest of the Nighthawk members also lowered their heads and did not dare to move. The room was silent, except for the sound of their hearts beating violently. These members were dripping with sweat, and their muscles were still twitching unconsciously from time to time. Some of their lips were bitten off and bleeding, but they didn't dare to move at all.
"You can't even do this well, a bunch of trash!" Gallon was angry. Although he didn't teach these elites too much, but no matter what, they were the elites of the mercenary world. It is the top elite among the elite. And now he was made so miserable by a guy without extraordinary power.
It was a slap in the face for him.
But the punishment is also punished, what should be done is still to be done.
"List out the list of forces involved in the interception and give me a copy."
After leaving a word, he left the room with his hands behind his back.
"Now it's not just about lucky stone bells."
Garen moved his fists. It had been a long time since he had really done anything, and he didn't know if he was unfamiliar with his skills.
He returned to his hotel room and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night view of the entire city of Nonodia.
Countless red and yellow lights converge into rivers of light, outlining the shape of street traffic. From a distance, a huge red light circle is slowly flowing in the center, which is the flow of countless cars.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Garen gently took off the re-made black leather gloves, revealing his white hands that were so white and perfect that they were shockingly perfect.
White and delicate, as if carved from jade, there is no trace of blemish on the palm and forearm, not even pores, only a flawless spot. Under the light of the yellow wall lamp, it shows a strange and magical attraction.
All the brown and yellow items in the hotel room, wall coverings, sofa, big bed, wall lamps, tables and chairs, and even the chandelier on the ceiling, all seem to be printed with a layer of white light at this moment.
It was the weird luster that emanated from the hands.
"The killing hand." Garen carefully felt the physical and mental changes caused by the operation of the magic kung fu.
He didn't resist, but just integrated into it. He was trying to fully grasp the essence of controlling the magic art, and the premise of fully grasping the control was to integrate first. He could feel that his spirit was changing little by little under the influence of the magic art. But as long as he wants to, he can also perform reverse recovery, but he does not reject this kind of change.
He has already discovered that the secret martial arts of the forty-two demon kings seems to be the complete opposite of the secret martial arts of life.
If it is said that the secret martial arts of life is based on the practitioner, and it changes itself into a new secret martial arts that matches the practitioner's body and mind, then this is the secret martial arts adapting to the human body.
Then the magic kung fu and secret martial arts is to let the human body adapt to the secret martial arts, and let it change little by little into the most suitable physique and mind for practicing magic kung fu.
The two are completely opposite, but both are the two directions of Mi Wu's evolution.
Unlike ordinary secret martial arts, ordinary secret martial arts do not have this kind of changeability at all, if it is not suitable, it is not suitable, and then forget it.
Compared with ordinary secret martial arts, the advantage and power of magic kung fu is that it is very practical and the threshold is not high.
As long as people's physiques are not too different, they can be transformed by magic skills, and then practice to gain a certain strength.
But this kind of strength will make people lose their minds and completely become slaves to magic arts, completely lose their minds and become killing machines for people with weak hearts.
Therefore, Mogong is not only the easiest secret martial arts to get started, but also the most dangerous and terrifying secret martial arts. No one can help this kind of change of mind, and only rely on the deepest persistence and thoughts of the practitioners themselves to ensure that they will not get lost.
This is an extremely dangerous secret weapon.
Garen defined the Killing Hand in his mind.
He was vaguely exploring the essence of magic skills during his integration. This completely different path is a great supplement and expansion of his martial arts.
"Lucky Stone Clock, I hope you can give me a little surprise."
He looked at the night scene of the South African city below, and his mind gradually sank into the operation of Miwu.
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In a star hotel in the same city
Several young people dressed like ordinary company employees on the street gathered together and were playing cards. There are piles of red, green and green banknotes piled on the table, which are thrown around from time to time.
Under the deliberately dim yellow light, a man in a gray suit wearing glasses was smoking a cigarette, wisps of smoke floating upwards.
"How is it?" he whispered in a strange, awkward French.
"How about what?"
"It's hard to disable Nighthawk, and go to one of the biggest enemies, so we have to reap some benefits, right? We also lost manpower." Glasses said lightly with a cigarette in his mouth.
"The man in black's Leibo is not here, you need to talk to him directly." The OL in black dress on the opposite side replied casually.
"How long have our two families been waiting here? Ten days? I think it should be, why is it still the same, nothing has changed." A strong black man next to his eyes said impatiently.
"Isn't this waiting for news? What's the rush? Whether it's Leiber or Koenna, if you want to find out the secret, you have to go here. Our people are scattered everywhere, and the clues can't be covered up." The OL girl replied .
"As long as Vincent hasn't left, we can keep an eye on their movements. Leiber must have given them the goods." The black man said in a low voice.
Boom!
Suddenly the door was slammed open from the outside.
A burly white man walked in.
"I think we might be in trouble."
He glanced at the few people looking at him.
Someone threw the cards on the table.
"Trouble? Even the strongest Nighthawk in this area has been dealt with by us, so what's the trouble?" The black man leaned back on the leather chair and turned a few times.
"Unfortunately, I'm talking about Nighthawk." The white man replied in a low voice.
Immediately, the atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down. Although they still managed to maintain a smile on their faces, their eyes suddenly became deeply vigilant.
"The latest news I just got is that the real boss of Nighthawk is here." The white man said word by word.
"Really. Boss?" Glasses covered the cards in his hand on the table. For some reason, when the few people in the room heard the news, they all felt a little bit chilly all over their bodies.
"If I remember correctly, the Nighthawks should be the strongest mercenary group in South Africa, right? Their boss has always been bald, the guy known as the African Eagle." The glasses pushed the glasses, "Now you suddenly ran in , tell us he has a real boss? The boss behind the scenes? Will you better tell you're kidding, really."
The knuckles of his hand holding the cards were faintly white, but he didn't realize it.
Under Leiber's lure design and cooperation, several of their organizations paid a heavy price and finally disabled Nighthawk, and even blinded the bald head in one eye.
Nighthawk has lost almost half of its manpower, and its strength has been greatly damaged. It has fallen from the throne of the top mercenary group in Africa. The mercenary group, their former enemy, will never let go of such a golden opportunity. It is certain to take advantage of the fire and add insult to injury.
It can be said that from the moment the Nighthawks were disabled, they were in an extremely weak state, and such a state of timing was fatal in the mercenary world.
But now, someone rushed in and told them that Nighthawk still had a boss, a boss, and that was their real background.
"This is really funny, isn't it Cassie? The Nighthawks are the most powerful mercenary army in Africa. Who is qualified to be their boss? This is simply the most ridiculous joke of this century!"
He didn't notice it himself, his hands began to tremble unconsciously, his face became paler and paler, and even his voice trembled slightly.
He laughed, trying to water down the joke.
But no one in the room laughed.
Only his own laughter echoed, and the laughter became smaller and smaller until he couldn't laugh anymore.
"I think we may be in big trouble" the black skirt OL whispered.
"We must work together to find out the details of each other!" the black man said in a low voice.
"My channel can't find out his details." The strong white man walked into the door and slammed the door behind his back.
"Everyone work together."
"Well, work together."
Several people took out their mobile phones or handheld computers one after another, and everyone moved quickly and agilely.
But he pressed the wrong button on the glasses a few times. He felt his fingers were slippery and could hardly press the button. He looked up at the others. The OL's movements are the most normal, but the fine beads of sweat on her forehead betray her.
The black man looked relaxed and calm on the surface, but his right leg was shaking unconsciously and quickly.
"Yes!!" The black man suddenly shouted.
"Find out?!" "Say it!"
The rest of the people immediately stared at him hurriedly.
"No, no, I mean there is a way!" The black man whispered.
"any solution?"
"Look for Vincent, join hands! We are not the only one who killed Nighthawk. Even if he is from that world, he wouldn't dare to deal with so many forces at the same time, right?" the black man whispered.
Each of them understands that in that world, those who can generally come forward to control the world's forces will not be ordinary characters, not ordinary characters in that world. Such an existence is not something they can resist.
"Vincent itself doesn't have much power, but it is said that there is an existence in that world behind it. A powerful existence."
"I found it." Suddenly the OL girl said, her face suddenly relaxed.
"It's okay, that person doesn't exist in that world. He's just a martial artist, an ordinary human being."
Hoo. Hoo.
Suddenly, there was a relaxed exhalation sound in the whole room.
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(end of this chapter)