69novels Chapter 120
Chapter 120
Before suddenly jumping up, Spider was chased by the psychopaths of the black organization, ran a full circle around the city, and finally was forced to flee towards the more complicated mountainous terrain.
Only relying on the legs and the spider silk launcher to escape with difficulty, even to the point of exhaustion, it can't escape the chasing soldiers in the car. Spider can drag on for such a long time. It is all due to his own potential bursting out at the critical moment, but he has no intention of distinguishing which direction he is fleeing. , and how much distance has escaped in total.
Anyway, with strings behind him, gunfire bombarded him like he didn't want money, and he almost died.
The timing of the power's return—it wasn't perfect, but it was timely.
"Ha ha……"
The blond man with the spider tattoo in front of him laughed abruptly, stopped at the top of a snow-laden tree, raised his hand vigorously but roughly wiped off the red mottled mess on his face, turned his face to look down, his embarrassed figure It contrasted sharply with the cold shadow that suddenly gushed out from around him.
The street lamp stood tall in the snow, unable to suppress the messy and dark night. The lunatic at the head ignored the sniper whose car roof was about to be piled up into a snowman, and soared more vigorously on the mountain road, obviously seeing that the illusion was not applicable and only focused on escaping He was in a bad situation, excitedly trying to catch up, and ended up clean with the last blow.
Feeling the full power that was lost and regained, Spider was so moved that tears filled his eyes, and he smiled on his face.
After being persecuted by idiots till now, it's finally his turn to look back coldly with the eyes of overlooking the ants, and do it himself, one snow one shame!
All the vehicles chasing him rushed into the range covered by the illusion.
"Celebrate, you guys...at least thanks to the help of luck, you have lived so long."
The disheveled illusionist shook for a while seemingly tired, then changed the topic the next moment, and burst out a howl that could arouse the anger of both humans and gods: "Now I will tear your corpses into thousands of pieces...and make you worse off under the torment of nightmares." Die! Shameless bastard!!!"
"—?"
With the help of high beams, Brandy, the coaster god, sees Spider-Man going crazy.
His rationality was warmed up after being encouraged by Mr. Gin's cooling down. He was in the excitement of CPU overheating.
After all, if Spider-Man had the ability to fight back and kill them, he would have done it 800 years ago. It is even more impossible for him to risk his life, and he must avoid the kindness of innocent people running into the wilderness.
Brandy judged that this guy can't use too strong illusion now, maybe because of injury or some other reason after he finished playing last night.He doesn't care why, fair fuck, Spider-Man has to die tonight.
His judgment was basically correct, but he overlooked an important point that ordinary people can't think of, even Spider himself can't think of it: under the random operation of the mastermind behind the scenes like a game, the seal against the capable person can be locked or unlocked. No advance greeting.
Brandy still doesn't know that he will be involved in another life-and-death crisis so soon, and the support specially sent by Master Gin makes him feel very safe.
Although he had to hold the steering wheel with one hand and couldn't pinch the walkie-talkie to command the support personnel, Brandy had another way. He yelled through the air-leaking roof with great enthusiasm: "Glendronach! I'll hit! If you can't hit me, I'll break your braid!!!"
"..."
The acting agent who was temporarily using the identity of "Yuanjing" had dull eyes, holding his favorite gun tightly in the blizzard and snow, and did not assume the posture of indifference and sniping.
He transformed into a sniper god on the roller coaster, defeated himself and broke through the limit, but he still couldn't handle Brandy's driving skills that surpassed the limit of human beings...
No, what is really scary is not motion sickness, or the very likely car crash.
In the inexplicable calm of being indifferent to life and death, Zhu Fu Jingguang silently said to his elder brother, Fa Xiao, and close friends in the distance: I'm sorry, everyone, I can't make it through this calamity anyway.
He was closely surrounded by the crows who vowed to punish him, and there was no possibility of escape. When the terrorists flying in the sky were killed by the terrorists flying on the ground, the next person to be killed was to be found by Brandy after getting off the car. He who accepts himself.
'I'm sorry, Qianmu, I'd better pay you back the [-] million dollars in the next life, if we can meet again in the next life. '
Zhu Fu Jingguang's last words were very peaceful.
That's good, my brother and friends will not know that my younger brother/friend has been assimilated into a neuropathy by a neuropathy, and his decent image as a public security policeman can still be preserved...
... No, it's too early to give up.
Zhu Fujingguang remembered the promise he had made to his brother, that he would bring his friends back to his hometown as guests alive, and he was really unwilling to break the appointment just after taking the oath, he seemed to be able to struggle a little longer.
Zhu Fu Jingguang also got up under the encouragement of his friendship. He pretended not to hear Brandy's urging, and his main concern was whether there were bridges, holes and rivers along the way, so that he could look for opportunities, and pretended to be thrown out by Brandy to get out of the car. , stealthily disappearing in the dark, Qianmu can at least explain that he was washed away by the river when he goes back.
"The idiot of the black organization!!!"
"Glendronach!!!"
Spider and Brandy's growls collided, evenly matched in volume and emotion, but the latter never wanted to be backstabbed by the newcomer.
The rookie who fired a supernatural shot is thinking about how to run away, and is passively slowing down.
The members of the action team sent to cover were very tolerant of Brandy. When Spider was about to counterattack, they fired at the same time to prevent the enemy from hurting important snipers. Lose.
Brandy still didn't realize he was being stocked.
He laughed wildly in the rain of bullets on the bridge.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Go to hell and play your acrobatics!"
The thunderous gunshots broke the silence of the four fields, and the figure standing on the top of the tree was hit continuously by the flying bullets, and was riddled with holes in an instant.
Brandy slammed on the brakes for the first time of the night.
Unexpectedly, not because his wish was fulfilled, he was eager to get out of the car to admire the tattered corpses that fell to the ground.
Glimpsing the strangeness with sharp eyes, the man's excited and almost crazy expression froze, like a split personality, and switched to solemn and dignified without a pause.
—no body fell.
The bullet passed through as if it were a phantom, and the puffing sound of half of the body being pierced rapidly could not be heard, but there were some rippling lines on the killer's body surface.
In the next moment, the figure that should have been incomplete and tattered disappeared out of thin air, leaving only disturbing snow in the field of vision.
It's fantasy.
When they were unaware, they entered the envelope of illusion.
"... When the fuck is it again?!"
Astonishment flashed across Brandy's dark gray eyes.
On the premise that he is basically sure that Spider-Man's strength is limited, he also estimates the distance to Spider-Man, and keeps it at a distance of 120 meters. Even if Spider-Man's illusion is so powerful, it can extend up to 100 meters at most. The preparations are already cautious enough, can this still be a trick?
This bastard...beautiful and quietly becoming stronger behind his back? !
"Everyone retreat!"
Not caring about the reason why Spider-Man procrastinated until now, Brandy reacted extremely quickly, and immediately slammed the steering wheel, wanting to reverse the direction and drive back.
"It's late." An extremely cold voice said.
It is certainly not their prerogative to break through adversity and anger. The powerful force like a vast river surges in Spider's body, and it gathers into a vast ocean in less than a moment.
Centering on himself, who is hiding his figure, the surrounding area of 150 meters is covered with dark and cold cobwebs silently woven by spiders. Once self-righteous prey breaks in, there is no possibility of escape.
It's not what it used to be, and he won't make the mistake of last night.
Spiders used illusions in the past, all of which were woven by themselves of terrifying illusions, and applied to prey that could not distinguish between real and fake, and let them struggle in non-existent snake dens, under the abyss, and in purgatory.
The illusion is real enough to be fake, but it is not without flaws.
Whenever he encounters a crazy critic who has no fear of his carefully set plot, and the crazy critic drags everyone to their deaths... No matter how real the illusion is, it can't stand it.
After all, illusionists are still flesh and blood, and if they are unlucky, they will be killed if they hit a bomb.
But today's Spider has finally been able to break through the upper limit of its ability, and solve the loophole that the lunatics of the black organization may violently break the illusion from the root.
Speaking of which, it was his colleague, Snake who didn't know where he went at this time gave him a little inspiration.
That snake especially likes to burrow into people's dreams, dig out the deepest fears hidden in the heart of the person it's playing with, and drive people crazy with nightmares one after another.
Spider once complained about Snake's slightly similar to his own, but obviously worse gameplay, not so much because of his dissatisfaction with setting crashes, but more because of his regret that he couldn't copy the essence.
There is no need to regret it now, the upgraded version of the illusion not only expands the range, but can also become a [nightmare] that he can do without falling asleep as he wishes.
This is much more interesting than Snake's sneaky little tricks, where idiots will expose all their ugliness in a sober state under his aloof gaze, and die hard under the great unspeakable fear.
Just imagining the beginning, Spider already has a happy face and can't wait.
The killer who regained his composure snapped his fingers with an evil smile: "From now on, you will never be able to get rid of the nightmare."
--Snapped!
The eyes of everyone who failed to escape in time went dark, their consciousness was covered by the impeccable illusion, and the scene in front of them changed immediately.
The mountain road in the forest is not spacious, but it seems to be cut into several messy partitions suddenly.
"Uh--"
A member of the action team was suddenly strangled by the neck, dragged out of the car, and hung from a tree by the side of the road by a thick rope of unknown length. , struggling frantically.
The deepest fear in his heart is suffocation, so the hallucination materializes his fear and transmits completely real senses to the brain nerves. Even if he is not strangled in reality, he will suffocate to death soon.
"...It's on fire! There's fire!"
"Wait... Gulu Gulu..."
There was panic on the other side too.
Some people suddenly became paralyzed all over, and some people suddenly fell into the lake that appeared on the ground, and they couldn't float up...
There were countless more tricks than last night, and the elite members of the action team performed better. No one panicked like yesterday's trash, but the sense of mess was even worse.
Spider excels in crushing ordinary people with supernatural abilities, and is cunning and cunning in that he only attacks the heart.
Excluding very few special cases, as long as it is a human being, fear will arise.
The elites of the Black Organization are used to fighting in the sea of blood. They act resolutely and sternly, killing or being killed without blinking an eye, but even they have fear in their hearts, even Brandy, who is not afraid of death, is no exception.
This time, Brandy didn't have the chance to yell at his companions as trash.
He seemed to catch up with a furious expression, and in a blink of an eye, the man appeared from the inside of the car, his knees were on the ground, and the knees that hit the snow were numb and painful from the snow, but the metal touch on his forehead was even more painful. It was so cold that his blood froze in an instant, and his heart was completely cold.
"Gin... my lord!"
Brandy looked in shock at the silver-haired man who appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Even though he was fully prepared, under the influence of the intense ups and downs of his emotions, he forgot that he had fallen into a hallucination.
The shrunken and trembling pupils were gray and dull, and Brandy's blank face showed successively the unbelievable pain, the bewilderedness of being hit hard, and the resentment of wishing to kill a bastard who stood in front of him.
"Brandy, I hate bugs that stain wine the most." Master Gin's illusion said coldly, his left hand had already pressed the trigger.
"...Master Gin!"
Brandy's expression was even more desolate, his eyes glaring forward with the sight of death—however, all of this has nothing to do with Master Gin, and Beretta with his head pressed against his head.
"Rye—bah! Shuichi Akai is the undercover agent! You must kill him, my lord! He! This bastard is the fucking FBI!!!"
If it wasn't for being blocked by the muzzle of the gun, Brandy would have jumped up and killed Akai Shuichi with one bite.
That's right, right next to Lord Gin, a man with black hair and green eyes is carrying a sniper bag, looking up at the snowy sky at a cool 45-degree angle.
The stern face that single-handedly killed the operation team without leaving dark circles, was deeply embedded in Brandy's DNA three years ago, and occasionally met in the nightmare of madly cursing undercover agents.
On the surface, what Brandy fears the most is that he will be beaten as an undercover agent by Mr. Gin, and he will die with blood injustice.
In fact, what he is really afraid of is that his loyal self will be beaten as an undercover agent by Mr. Gin, but Mr. Gin does not know the undercover agent, and turns his back on the shameless and shameless real undercover agent!
Although this is something that is unlikely to happen until the end of the world.
But brandy has a psychological shadow.
His PTSD of Shuichi Akai has just improved slightly due to the appearance of the circus organization, but only "slightly".
"I'm not an undercover guy! You can't trust him just because he's too stealthy and more villainous than me, Master Gin!!!"
Brandy pierces the heart.
Master Gin who was infatuated with fear: "Stop talking nonsense Brandy, you are the undercover agent."
Akai Shuichi, who was transformed by fear, calmly conjured up a vegetable basket: "Master Gin, please allow me to leave first, I need to go home and cook."
Master Gin agreed without hesitation.
Just like that, Master Gin let the damned undercover go back, to be his Schrödinger's food who doesn't know if it's a man or a ghost.
Brandy faded in despair, and was sent away indifferently by the beloved Master Gin. His real body was cold, as if he had lost his breath.
——At this point, his part should be over.
Spider has been staring at Brandy, the key object of attention. He thought that with this guy's madness, the hallucinations he created should not only be earth-shattering, but at least distorted in a unique way. Stop breathing.
The result is this?
Noisy and crying like a bitter woman, and finally didn't even struggle, consciously got shot and died?
Spider was stunned, suddenly feeling dull.
If he had known this, he would never have let the chief criminal who tortured him feel so relaxed, and there are countless torture methods that are useless, which is really regrettable...
"Gin... my lord!!!"
Spider was startled suddenly: "What the hell?!"
Brandy's "corpse" is a fraud.
Relying on his strong resentment towards the FBI, and a little bit of grief for Mr. Gin's green eyes, this man resisted the soul erosion of the upgraded and enhanced illusion, crawled back from hell abruptly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pulled Live in Master Gin's windbreaker.
"Akai, Shuichi...are-undercover-undercover-"
boom!
The man was blasted to death a second time.
Spider just stared dumbfounded at him crawling back for the second time.
"Hateful...FBI..."
boom!
With blood on his face, Brandy howled stubbornly for the third time.
"Low-bottom-go-die!!!"
boom!
……
Spider: "...???"
It was too early to say that just now. It turns out that Crazy Critic is still waiting here. With his poor imagination, he can't think of such a development at all.
Probably, not an illusion.
Suppressing the inexplicable palpitations and looking around for a week, Spider was a little panicked.
He realized to his surprise that his previous knowledge of the Black Organization was still superficial.
It seems that it's not just the man in black at the head who is crazy, those hanged, burned, and flooded ones over there... Suddenly, a group of demons began to dance wildly.
The first man fired ten shots at the branch, as if Bibi was the first to break the branch, or he was the first to be hanged, and when the last bullet died, he shot and killed the others.
The second person jumped into the lake of the third person with his body covered in flames. The former punched the latter out of the lake, and the latter fell out of the water and fell back. The two began to fight each other in the lake for no reason. Draw guns and fight.
"..."
Spider: "Who are the black organizations recruiting? Are you sure they are people???"
No.
The illusion began to become unstable. If this continues, he will use the strongest illusion beyond the limit, and he will be smashed by this group of men in black with brain problems.
Without hesitation, Spider held several small knives between his fingers, and only saw coldness in his eyes.
Before the illusion was broken, he flew out the blade and pierced the throats of the prey. Only by destroying the enemy in this way could he be completely at ease.
however.
The first knife has not yet been pierced into the throat of the man who repeatedly cheated on the corpse.
Sweeping his gaze not far from Brandy, on the roadside on the left side of the middle, Spider's sight suddenly froze. At first he thought he had made a mistake, but he subconsciously took another look.
The conclusion is correct.
Everyone around was dancing wildly, and there were two people standing there awkwardly, as if they didn't know what to do, but they didn't dare to move.
Spider: "?"
Brandy, who was used to being revived after being suddenly killed, took the time to look aside: "Glendronach, what are you doing—there are two of them! How the hell are you still splitting?"
"........."
Zhu Fu Jingguang murmured to his brothers and friends far away, sorry, everyone, we still have to go first.
Well, yes, no kidding, this time it's really, really hopeless, right?
What would be his inner fear?
He couldn't be sure.
But what is certain is that the hallucinations brought about by the fear of others are all his own appearance.
Yuan Jing, who has been unlucky since he picked up the sniper rifle and is now a poor substitute, doesn't have to wait to jump into the river or get out of the car and take off his rain cap to reveal his true face, he will be publicly executed by hallucinations now.
Dai Da silently waited for his slow "fear" to appear.
He ended up waiting until Brandy died for the sixth time.
Just like that, a red-haired friend in a white trench coat appeared in front of him and looked at him quietly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned.
He spent a second in a daze, why was Qian Mu the "fear" that appeared?Afterwards, his attention was uncontrollably focused on the friend in front of him.
This "Qianmu", unlike the man who separated from him just a few hours ago, seems to be closer...to the other party's state three years ago.
His face and lips were pale and fragile, and his whole body was covered with a layer of morbid decadence. The original sharp edges and corners of his thin body seemed to be cut off, and he could only be pinched to the bone, and the brightest color on his body became dull. The unbreakable back is always straight.
Zhu Fu Jingguang had never seen Qian Mu in this state with his own eyes, and he couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture through the blurry screenshots of the surveillance video.
At this moment, he thought in a trance that he had returned to a few years ago, and saw the end of his friends that he knew nothing about at that time.
——Why do you feel that it is 【Curtain】?
Zhu Fu Jingguang faced his former friends face to face, his eyes under the red colored contact lenses were only blank.
He forgot whether he could say something, and also forgot how dangerous the situation he was in, but subconsciously recorded all the details of what he saw—even though it might be useless, he was still trying to remember.
The painting style here is too strange, it seems that it is still strongly protected by a magical barrier that prevents lunatics and terrorists from entering, and others who can only be silent cannot disturb them at all.
"..."
Brandy is shocked, this newcomer is awesome, everyone else is dying, but he splits himself and looks at him affectionately, how can he do this?
"..."
Spider is at a loss, always feeling that something is wrong.
The purpose of his illusion is to make the prey suffer from fear, and logically speaking, there will be no split of the same type and put it aside... What's the matter with the extra one that stares at "myself"?
The eyebrows twitched slightly, and Spider suddenly thought of a possibility.
With incomprehensible eyes, he examined the red-eyed sniper who used the poncho to block himself more tightly than Salamander—was the red-eyed man a disguise?The fear in his heart was actually this red-haired man who appeared alone?
Spider doesn't understand the twists and turns of this group of people. His focus is on relief, so the explanation is reasonable. It's not uncommon for people to be the object of fear, and his illusion is fine...
But the question is, where is [fear] manifested?
What else did this sniper with a brain problem do besides looking at the target of fear without blinking?
did nothing.
Spider also failed to see anything special about the red-haired man transformed by fear.
No matter how you look at it, you can only see a sick young man, or a sick young man who is dying, so weak that he is not even worthy of being the assassin's assassination target, because he can kill him with a slight hook of the finger.
The killer's patience passed quickly, ignoring unimportant problems, he resumed his plan to get rid of the trouble, the blade turned slightly between his index finger and middle finger, and he was about to throw it at Brandy.
"I'm leaving."
"?"
The hallucination of the red-haired man uttered the first sentence since he appeared, and Zhu Fu Jingguang, Brandy, and Spider simultaneously issued question marks.
The understanding of the three people is different, and two of them are very confused.
However, inexplicably, the premonition of crisis that was tempered at the edge of life and death suddenly came, and there seemed to be a rapid alarm bell in their ears——
Zhu Fu Jingguang, the only one who thought of something, changed his face greatly: "Could it be?!"
——The idiot newcomer finished speaking!Could it be what!
Brandy's abruptness was overwhelmed by the curiosity of the newcomers, and his despair was diluted. He grabbed Lord Gin's trousers, and wanted to reprimand the ignorant newcomers from a distance.
In the next second, he paid the price for his curiosity that he shouldn't have.
Spider was neither curious nor looked, but he paid a worse price.
In the dark snowy night, a group of dazzling lights suddenly flickered.
Bright red, dazzling and hot, as if exploding from the ground, the fireworks that melted the snow in an instant—
... This fucking metaphor is not wrong, are they really human-shaped fireworks? !
Zhu Fu Jingguang who was closest at the time of the incident, Brandy with a face full of "I don't believe it", and Spider with the most bewildered expression since tonight, are all members of the action team who were implicated... none of them escaped.
"Boom—bang!!!"
They were all swept by the huge heat wave, soared into the sky in an instant, turned into part of the fireworks, and flew in different directions.
When some people's eyes were staring and they were forced to take off, there were scenes of revolving doors in their minds that they didn't know how to complain.
Spider's expression was empty and numb.
The moment the human-shaped bomb exploded unexpectedly, his ability was cut again, as if someone was still pinching his watch from a long distance away, and specially timed him for just the right time.
The effect of illusion on real people is suppressed to the weakest, which means that those who were blown up simply flew out and did not feel the pain of being injured at the same time... Maybe how many bones would be broken when they landed?
Forget it, just break it.
——What kind of fucking ghosts and monsters are the organizations in black.
He was afraid.
After landing with a thud, Spider flew the closest and woke up the fastest. He propped up his broken body that was almost falling apart, moved to the nearest empty car with difficulty, and drove the car away.
The target of revenge was too far away, and he didn't have the physical and mental strength to find it. He just wanted to stay away from the group of men in black as soon as possible.
Especially the neurotic sniper, who was considered high-risk. He seriously suspected that this guy would also blow up. When the poncho was lifted, there were bombs underneath.
"G...d..."
Brandy thought during the revolving doors that he might be too old to keep up with the footsteps of the super rookies these days.
He fights for the dignity of the organization, and even bombing himself with the enemy and his teammates can only be regarded as a normal operation.
A truly awesome newcomer can also split into a haggard version of himself, let himself explode, and blow up everyone on the scene together with hallucinations.
It's too cruel.
Brandy asked himself that he couldn't.
He flew a little far, and when he landed, he hit an innocent tree, and was half buried by the snow, and he walked back with great difficulty, holding his injured left arm.
Brandy was about to fall.
But vaguely, he heard the sound of vehicles moving, and a spider with tenacious vitality seemed to want to escape.
A pinch of flame burst out of the gloomy eyes, like the tenacious fire of life.
Brandy gritted his teeth, abandoned his scrapped Porsche, and snatched the car of a support colleague. He would rather die than continue to chase.
It was only after chasing him for half a mountain that he realized that he seemed to have missed a pendant on the roof of the car.
Fortunately, the walkie-talkie was still on him. Brandy let go of the steering wheel, stepped on the gas pedal, smashed the damaged walkie-talkie back to normal, and contacted the newcomer whom he had sincerely approved. His tone was much more polite: "Glendronach, you Man—cough, where are you?"
"........."
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't go on a revolving door.
It stands to reason that he should have, and the faces of the most people flashed in a short period of time...
However, his friend—no, the hallucination suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, and the stimulation it brought him was too strong, and he hadn't recovered yet.
I deeply understand.
This, indeed, was the "fear" that he dared not face directly.
It was a hundred times more terrifying than a friend who seemed to have been tortured in a dream.
He flew up, his body was as light as a cloud, and a brief sentence of mental activity was transformed into a cry of grief, which was played in a loop in his mind.
'My - home - cat - exploded - again - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmm ! ! '
The scene that flew the farthest fell down.Don't ask him why there is only one Jing character left.
When he landed, he seemed to have knocked his head, and vaguely heard someone stop, and a familiar voice came to his side: "Zhu...wake up...Zhu Fujun! What happened?"
It's...one month...ah, it's Akai-kun.
"Akai-kun...I'm fine, I'm a little dizzy, I'll be fine slowly, but there is one thing, I may have to...please..."
Jing tried his best to hand out the walkie-talkie, and then slowly untied the poncho, took off the voice changer around his neck, and stuffed it into the hands of the ally who came from the sky.
Just at this time, the voice of "senior" came from the intercom.
He looked at Zhu Fujun's red colored contact lenses, and then at the voice changer in his hand.
Akai Shuichi, who just turned back to look for Conan and the others, pondered for a while, as if he understood something: "..."
Yuan Qianmu, his ill-fated good brother, is in danger again under the oppression of the organization.
Zhu Fujun paid a lot, and he "sacrificed" first, and now, it's his turn to stand on top.
The communication was on, and the two allies who had sworn men's vows could only express their inner thoughts with their eyes and clasped hands.
Akai Shuichi solemnly nodded.
Jing Xin smiled.
So, Hideo Akai took off the voice changer dedicated to Subaru Okiya and replaced it with a hotter brother version: "I'll be there soon."
"Very well, you don't have to come here, just cover me from a distance."
Brandy is quite at ease.
The newcomer was blasted by "myself", and even his tone became confident and calm, and he made rapid progress, not bad, he was not bombed in vain.
The second agent, Akai Shuichi, successfully went online, followed closely behind Brandy and Spider, and approached the second home of the main line on the mountain, and the main characters were about to meet.
……
However, time has to go back to before.
inside the train.
"We only have five minutes of game time."
Having said that, Qian Mu paused for a moment, as if he wanted to sigh, but in the end he just shook his head helplessly.
"I changed my mind, let's end it earlier, I have to pick up a wounded man with a broken head... Sigh, it's really exhausting."