Black Peacock is a person with a strong desire to survive, and he always puts his own safety first. From the fact that he has mastered the art of virtual transformation, it can be seen how much he fears death.
He was a core member of the sect, and there was no superior-subordinate relationship with other core members. Including the elusive leader, they were all equals. There were not many constraints on the core members joining the sect, so Black Peacock surrendered instantly without any pressure.
Although no core member of the sect had been captured by other forces since its founding, he didn't mind being the first one. In comparison, life was definitely more important.
On the relatively intact gray-white floor, Black Peacock knelt on his knees, raised his hands, and surrendered. And because he had no pressure or calculation in his heart, his eyes were inexplicably clear and frank. He clearly told everyone that he just wanted to surrender.
There won't be any fancy drama of mutual destruction.
His eyes gradually scanned the surroundings. A total of six figures stood in the square, like tall towers. The farthest ones were more than ten meters away, and the closest ones were right behind him. They formed an unsolvable encirclement.
Several powerful auras mixed together, and the air was oppressive and heavy.
Black Peacock glanced at the few people and took a deep breath.
"Understood… "
He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the chest. He was completely defenseless, and the force burst out, directly injuring his heart and lungs.
With a wow, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. The corners of his mouth were scarlet, and the Black Peacock was extremely weak at this moment.
He coughed violently three times and looked at Kaxiu and others again.
"Is this okay? Can I stand up?"
Looking at the Black Peacock's inexplicably sincere face, the six people looked into each other's eyes, and the boiling aura in their bodies gradually died down.
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The fighting subsided a few hours later, at seven in the evening.
The slightly hot air during the day settled down and gradually became cooler. The azure blue sky turned dark, like a huge curtain. Hanging above it were thick clouds, bright and twinkling stars, and a white moon emitting a soft glow.
The starlight and moonlight mixed together, with a cool silver color. Like a veil, it gently brushed the cheeks of passers-by with the evening breeze. The moonlight was clear and peaceful, and my heart was silent.
The bustling nightlife of Kula City has begun, with roads in the main urban area extending in all directions, busy streets and bustling crowds.
The neon lights at night are colorful, like colorful ribbons.
Only the entire street where the Tulip Antique Exhibition was located was dark, without any lights, and full of death.
This place has been blocked by the black agency, and all the indigenous people or guests staying in the hotel have been relocated. The streets and alleys are surrounded by yellow cordons, and a large number of armed police officers from the city police station are cooperating to prohibit people from entering.
Across the street from the Tulip Antiques Exhibition, there is a four-story building. Police officers in black and blue uniforms are busy nearby, some of them holding notebooks and pens, seemingly recording the damage to the building and the street as required.
There were two or three police cars nearby with lights flashing on top.
"The impact point was on the third floor wall facing the street. A hole was broken in the masonry. It must have been an object with great inertia and very high speed. 12345... Eight walls were broken in succession. It came out from the other side of the building and went straight through it."
On the third floor of the building, a police officer's shocking voice was heard.
There were also people speaking on the street behind the building.
"The point of impact was in this big pit, creating a hole with a diameter of four meters and a depth of two meters. The force of the impact must have been very strong. The ground within a diameter of fifteen meters sank, and the stone slabs of most of the street were shattered. The prop was... a steamroller?"
"The roller's structure is twisted, and the metal frame and axle surface have marks from being hit by fists. Judging from the number, location, and shape of the dents, they should have been left by a fight between two people..."
"… "
On the street, a blue and black striped police car wobbled over, its wheels stumbling on the uneven ground.
After a while, we drove to the vicinity of the building and stopped.
A slightly plump middle-aged policeman opened the car door and walked over while wiping the sweat from his forehead. The police officers on both sides greeted him: "Hello, Deputy Commissioner Edwin... Hello, Chief..."
Edwin nodded and made his way to the back of the building.
He approached several police officers who were recording the scene in notebooks, and saw the leader of the special operations team talking to his subordinates not far away. He walked quickly with his short legs.
"Charlie."
"Hello, sir."
The two looked at each other and then walked to a secluded corner.
Edwin whispered, "What happened today and the situation in the blocked area must not be disclosed to anyone else by any member of the special operations team. This includes family members and colleagues at the police station."
"Do you understand?"
The usually gentle deputy director's tone suddenly became stern.
"Understood. All members of our special operations team have signed a confidentiality agreement and will not disclose the contents of the operation to the outside world."
Charlie nodded seriously. In addition to dealing with terrorist attacks and serial murders, their special operations team occasionally cooperated with the black agency to do some cleanup work. When it came to extraordinary events, the members were naturally very tight-lipped.
"Well, I know you signed a confidentiality agreement. But this time is different. In the past, if the content was leaked, the leaker would at most be warned and fired. This time, if the content is leaked, the leaker will be handed over to the black agency for handling. Do you understand?"
Edwin's tone grew more severe as he continued.
"This time, the special operations team's action records and incident analysis will be recorded in a Class A secret file, which is extremely confidential."
“A-level!”
Charlie Tong's eyes shrank. He had been the leader of the special operations team for ten years, and most of the extraordinary events he encountered were "E" level. As for "D" level events, he had only encountered three of them. Since the establishment of the Kula City Extraordinary Event File, there have only been two dangerous "C" level events, not even "B" level.
And now, what he was dealing with was actually an "A" level incident. Charlie couldn't help but feel his throat tighten and inexplicably felt pressured.
He took a deep breath of the cool air and nodded emphatically: "Sir, I will remind all members of the action team again and again. The action file will be completed and handed in on the spot..."
"Well, after recording here, you guys go to the circular square where the damage is the most serious and continue recording. The Tulip Antique Exhibition Hall and a dozen buildings on both sides have been affected..."
"It should be soon. I just checked. Um... it's all been razed to the ground. Be careful not to trip over the rubble."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Edwin patted Charlie on the shoulder.
"No..." Charlie was about to speak when a scream suddenly came from the darkness of the surrounding alley, followed by a muffled sound.
In the thick shadows, a black-haired strong man in tight shorts walked out. His right hand was dragging a figure like a dead dog. Judging from the long smooth hair and graceful figure, it was a woman. The tip of his shoe dragged on the ground without making any sound.
It looks like a lifeless corpse.
"who!"
Charlie blurted out nervously, and was about to pull his right hand towards his waist, but was suddenly caught by Edwin halfway.
"Mr. Feng Liusi, are there people from other forces spying on us? If you need any help, please let us know."
His tone was sincere and his attitude seemed very humble. In contrast to his apparent modesty and politeness, Edwin held Charlie's wrist tightly, and the joints seemed to have turned white due to the force.
"It's okay, just some curious ants. Just do your job, I'm leaving."
The black-haired burly man replied indifferently.
He dragged the woman away and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
It was not until half a minute after Feng Luis left that Edwin breathed a sigh of relief and released his hand that was holding Charlie's wrist. He turned his head and glanced at Charlie, who was a little confused.
"This Mr. Feng Liusi is a distinguished guest of the agency. The big shot of the Black Agency, Mr. Amos, whom we met this afternoon, also maintained a respectful attitude in front of Mr. Feng Liusi." Edward took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "I came earlier than you today. Two hours ago, I saw Mr. Feng Liusi catch a snooper with my own eyes. The snooper resisted fiercely and knocked down two or three walls in succession."
"Mr. Feng Lius was a little impatient. I saw with my own eyes that he used a finger, just like this, to gently touch the man's forehead..." Edwin repeated the action with fear in his eyes.
"Then what…"
Charlie's throat moved after his forehead was tapped.
"Then, the man broke apart. It started with the skin, like a spider web. The flesh fell off piece by piece as if it had been stewed. Without the muscles, the internal organs and blood vessels could no longer hold on, and they all fell out. In the end, only a human skeleton was left, glossy white. Just thinking about it makes me shudder..."
Edwin made a face as if he were about to retch.
Charlie touched his cheek hurriedly, as if he was afraid that his skin would suddenly fall off.
There was an inexplicable hint of fear in his eyes.
Edwin saw Charlie's panicked expression, but he felt relieved and happy. Disgusting things need to be shared with others, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to keep them in your heart.
As for whether the nausea would spread to Charlie, that was none of Edwin's business. He was much better anyway.
Putting the sweat-soaked handkerchief into his pocket, Edwin turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned his head as if he had remembered something.
"Oh, by the way. Don't go into the back room of the Tulip Antique Exhibition for now. Mr. Amos and the others are resting in the back room."
"Oh, I see." Charlie nodded dazedly.
On the other side, in the back hall of the antique exhibition, the lights were very bright.
In the middle of the living room, there were two bodies lying. One was torn into pieces, and the other looked like a puddle of mud. They were each covered with two plastic sheets that looked like shrouds.
In the distance, a blond figure sat on a brown leather sofa. He took a sip of hot tea and put it back on the coffee table.
In the afternoon, Kaxiu did three main things. First, he checked the bodies of the two, second, he discussed with Yunquanquan about the ancient relics and antiques and related information of the Tulip Antique Exhibition, and third, he briefly interrogated the inexplicably cooperative Black Peacock.
The first thing was the bodies of Jialuo Luo and Lian. Needless to say, Lian's resonance had been drained. Jialuo Luo, as a core member of the Gate Organization, possessed fragments of the Gate. Kaxiu tried to manipulate the induction, but was unable to make any effective impact.
The second thing is the literal meaning. Most of the antiques that Kaxiu and others obtained came from an elderly collector in Mingshan City. After he died, his grandson entrusted part of his antique collection to the antique exhibition for auction.
The third thing is the relevant information revealed by Black Peacock.
For some reasons, Black Peacock is very secretive about some aspects and will never reveal them even if he is beaten to death, and he will not explain the reasons.
But in other aspects, he always responded.
Among them is the purpose of the sect this time, the devil's book in myth and legend, a book that brings bad luck and curse to people. It records evil forbidden techniques and a map of ruins.
It also has the ability to refine and transform blood, revealing the information in the blood. It can extract a portion of the original owner's personality, memory fragments, desires, and even skills, secret techniques, and combat experience. This blood can be infused into anyone's body.
The side effect is that you have to bear the bad luck of being cursed.
It should be noted that this ability, which sounds very tempting, is only applicable to low- and middle-level extraordinary people. At the level of fighters like Kaxiu, the complexity of the secret techniques is actually a fatal weakness. What they pursue is the pure spirit and spirit, and the practice of one path. If they swallow the refined blood, it will pollute their own spirit and spirit.
It's not worth it.
Only monsters like Dead Blood don't care.
The ability of the Book of the Devil is very suitable for quickly training a group of combat-capable subordinates, rather than assisting the strong in their practice.
You can tell by hearing the exact same effect.
The so-called Devil's Book of the Gate Organization is actually the Kupan Magic Box that the Blood Spirit Society wants to get. Inside the indestructible magic box is the Devil's Book, the thing that really works.
Kashu asked Black Peacock how to open the Kupan Box.
But Black Peacock was clueless. He was not lying. It was the leader of the Gate Organization who knew how to open the magic box. Black Peacock and others were only responsible for fighting for the Kupan Magic Box, not for opening it.
This made Kaxiu a little disappointed.
After hearing the information about the Devil's Book from Black Peacock, he was more interested in the contents of the book than its ability to refine blood. There must be something very important recorded in it, which is related to the dark age that he had vaguely sensed through various side information since he went back several times.
On the sofa, Kaxiu was thinking while playing with the palm-sized Kupan Magic Box in his hand. Suddenly, he felt that the place where his fingers touched was a little uneven, and he stopped moving immediately.
Gently turn the magic box over.
In the sunlight, the surface of the box remains flat and smooth.
But when Kaxiu changed the angle, he found that a purple pattern was gradually emerging in the center of the bottom of the box.
It can only be seen by facing the light at a certain angle.
Kaxiu glanced at the details and gradually frowned.
"Hmm? Why does it look a bit like the Wisdom Rune?"