At the party, watching William drive away in a hurry, many beauties in black and white with different skin colors faintly heard the content of his phone call in the room, and they all praised him.
"Look, Mr. William just likes dogs and mice, and he is nosy. He is really a hero."
"You're right, Feili, this should be called chivalrous and courageous."
"You also said it wrong, Kerr. In Chinese, it should be called 'anxious for public good and good for justice'."
All the beauties looked at each other's backs as they left gracefully, and they were all crazy.
William drove the car himself. Not long after he drove onto the viaduct around the city, he saw a figure stepping on a flying sword through the bulletproof glass window of the driver's seat. With a "swish", he flew eastward from the direction of Xiake A's farm villa. .
With his strength, he could naturally see who that person was. He slowly slowed down his driving speed and then turned around.
"He is indeed a hero who is eager for justice," William praised, then whistled and dialed his home phone through the car phone, "I'll be back soon, sweethearts, the party will go on as usual."
William had just been out for less than ten minutes and was about to turn around and return to the warm villa.
At this moment, the western suburbs of San Francisco on the west coast of the United States.
His uncle David Robert was shivering with a group of companions in the cold sea breeze.
Although it was already summer, the sea breeze roared and a large cold wave suddenly rolled in from the west, which suddenly dropped the temperature to near zero. The unprepared SBI agents at the bottom, all of whom were not very strong, had to endure the freezing cold. , stick to the defensive line.
"Damn it, Jim, does your crystal prediction mean that during this battle, William will come, and then successfully summon an angel, and then gather the power of the rice people's minds to reverse the current situation in one fell swoop?" David stared intently. Looking at the sea, at the same time, he said to a middle-aged black man next to him.
Black Jim showed his white teeth and smiled affectionately: "Crystal told me so."
Robert said with a wry smile: "I think your crystal must be deceiving you. William will not come, and that kid will definitely continue to hold the party at home."
Black Jim continued: "No, the picture displayed by the crystal has a premise, that is, you die."
Robert was stunned when he heard this, and then said with certainty: "Then your crystal must be wrong."
While the two were talking, they suddenly stopped talking at the same time, and saw movement on the beach on the coast.
Large tracts of blood-red seaweed gradually emerged from the water, covering the entire beach and making people's scalp numb.
They began to flock towards the deserted port.
"With so many seaweed monsters, it's time for the navy to dispatch bombers." Robert murmured to himself.
Black Jim shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."
Within dozens of minutes later, they saw the Oriental Lighthouse descending from the sky. He was radiating light. Wrong, he was full of sword energy. He swept away the blood-red seaweed demons and then walked away. It's like doing a trivial overtime job.
Robert stared blankly, and then said thoughtfully: "Now I can understand why William is not willing to come here. It seems that he is indeed a smart and talented businessman who knows how to work efficiently through division of labor. Maybe I That’s the one you missed.”
When he was in a daze, his companion Jim suddenly stabbed him in the chest with a backhand.
Robert looked in disbelief, covering his chest and said: "Jim, why do you want to kill me? We have been cooperating for more than ten years!!"
Jim shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I want the big wheel that represents the future to get back on the right track. You should have died a long time ago. I just don't know why, but you didn't die in the past two times. This is what I saw from the future picture. As far as you can see, the last place where you should die..."
"Fuck your big wheel of the future," Robert cursed, clutching his chest and stumbling away.
For some reason, other SBI colleagues just looked at this scene coldly. No one came to help, but no one stopped them either.
Robert escaped from the SBI-defended coast and felt himself trapped in a huge whirlpool.
Could it be that the secret of his private help to the Alliance of Justice and Order to investigate the upper echelons of the United States has been leaked
Those officials bribed the SBI officials. Did they order Jim to assassinate him
Or does Jim know more and that as long as he kills himself, the future will be on the right track
If that's the case, there is only one reason. Can his own death really stimulate William's transformation like the Batman plot in the movie
Thinking of this, Robert, who was leaning against a roadside fence, stopped trying to call the ambulance.
Jim's knife was not fatal. It seemed that the friendship of old friends for many years made him stop his hand in the end. However, if he did not call an ambulance in time, he would bleed to death.
He slowly staggered to a secluded forest where no one could detect him in time, and then dialed the overseas phone number.
"William, I'm going to die..."
After he dialed the phone, he said this directly, and then hung up the phone.
Because he flew up... and the phone fell down.
A somewhat familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Friend, it looks like you are in serious need of treatment."
More than ten minutes later, Robert, who was bleeding profusely and in a daze, felt like he was in a brightly lit villa.
Then he heard a voice, "Thank you, hero, for rescuing my uncle David. Please keep this check."
"It's okay. I have always been eager to do justice. This is just a matter of convenience."
Then he passed out.
At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Robert woke up and found that the wound under his chest and ribs had disappeared without a trace, just like the knife Jim stabbed yesterday, it had never happened at all.
Just when he was wondering, his nephew, William, appeared in front of his bed with a smile.
"Uncle, it seems that you are in a very dangerous situation. When you were unconscious, I asked two retired criminal investigation experts from China to take a look. It should be an acquaintance who committed the crime, and he succeeded with one knife without you taking any precautions. If not That guy wasn’t well versed in human anatomy and you were really dead.”
Robert didn't care about anything else. He just looked at William with sharp eyes and said, "Don't talk about this yet. I just want to ask you, what will you do if I really die?"
William frowned suddenly and said thoughtfully: "I heard that there is a ghost king Bodhisattva in China. If a good person dies, he can reincarnate his ghost into a butterfly.
"I would like to ask you about your will in advance now. Uncle, what kind of butterfly do you like? California's Papillion butterfly or Florida's spotted butterfly? Then I can pay to customize it for you."
When Robert heard this, he fell down.
"Uncle, uncle, do you still need treatment? But the cost of treatment with the dragon secret method is too high. I'd better ask a local doctor to give you a bottle of water..." William asked eagerly.
Robert fell on the bed and turned a deaf ear.
There was only one thought swirling in his mind, that he was born in sorrow and died in happiness, which was true.
…
Knight A's farm villa.
Fang Ning was working overtime, concentrating on the "Dream Cultivation Method", pondering every word.
The system uncle was counting the extra money he got from his quick trip outside.
"The experience value is 300 million points, and now there are 6.8 billion experience points. The legend level has increased a bit, now 11 points. Income... "
At this point, the system uncle suddenly stopped.
Fang Ning listened with open ears, and he wondered: "How much is the income?"
The system uncle asked doubtfully: "Have you made any money? Where can you see it? Look at you, you are half-hearted in working overtime. This is only the first day. If your dream cultivation method makes no progress within a week, you will continue to work overtime."
Fang Ning ignored this second move and continued to work overtime to study the technique.
He carefully read the "Method of Distraction" in Zhan Mo Leitian's unique magic skill "The Art of Illusion Body". This mysterious skill was indeed profound and profound.
Suddenly he said: "Uncle, can you give me some experience and deduce the perfect modern simplified version?"
System: "Can't."
Fang Ning was speechless: "I am doing business."
The system said: "That is a technique of evil heretics. It can lead people to be possessed. I cannot deduce a perfect version of it. That would violate my chivalrous principles."
Fang Ning didn't believe it: "You must be fooling me. I think this skill can be driven by any kind of magic power. It's the same thing as a gun. It doesn't have any evil attributes. Good people can use it." Use it to do good, and evil people can use it to do evil.”
System: "Nie Renkuang thought the same way back then..."
Fang Ning wondered: "How do you know? Anderson's report didn't include those things."
System: "Oh, it was what Lei Tian muttered to himself when he was playing the game just now. Think back then, if he hadn't been young and passionate and always liked to listen to that 'attack' suggestion, maybe he wouldn't be possessed by the devil, and he wouldn't be now. It’s really not challenging to hold it in here’…”
Fang Ning thought for a while, and it was really like this. The "Method of Distraction" in "The Art of Illusion Body", as a kind of mystical art, can divide one's own consciousness into three consciousness bodies, one radical and one neutral. , a conservative.
Lei Tian named them "attack", "defense" and "escape".
This "attack" consciousness, as the name suggests, wants to solve everything by fighting means, and has always adhered to the principle of "no difficulty, even if it creates difficulties".
It's best at turning small troubles into big ones.
Things that can be solved with just one meal, in its mouth, must be solved with a beating.
Things that can be solved with a beating, in its mouth, can only be solved by turning into a "massive killing".
When Lei Tian was a Nie Ren Kuang, he was fond of fighting and was a martial arts fanatic.
After getting this magic skill, he thought that it didn't look like an evil skill... and it could also solve the problem of his IQ plummeting after he went crazy, so he practiced it decisively and never recovered from it.
Fang Ning thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, you are right. I didn't dare to practice this kind of schizophrenia method in the first place. It seems that I still have the foresight, so I will take the dross and discard the essence. ”
The system was surprised and said: "I don't understand."
Fang Ning rolled his eyes: "You will understand when the results are achieved."