"Oh? This is really good news..." Lucifer, who looked about 23 or 24 years old, did not look back and concentrated on playing the game. The guards who came to inform him of freedom did not dare to make any moves and could only wait.
Let him finish the game.
This wait lasted for about twenty minutes.
Finally, Lucifer won the victory, closed the game with satisfaction, and then slowly turned around.
That's a face that you can never forget once you take one look at it.
His forehead is broad and full, his nose bridge is high and upright, his eyes are slender, and his gaze is as bright as lightning. What is particularly impressive is the long and narrow birthmark on his right cheek that looks like a black wing, paired with his cynical smile.
, a head of hair that is as charming as gold, and the whole person is full of a kind of enchantment.
"I remember, when you came to notify me last time, you said you wanted me to do something for you," Lucifer crossed his legs and smiled: "I think I should know what it is now.
Bar?"
"Yes, Mr. Lucifer," guard Snow said respectfully, "Please come with me."
"Oh, I understand. It seems like today is a good day. Maybe I should celebrate when I get out." Lucifer laughed and stood up. His stature is taller than the average person, about 1.85 meters.
, especially the shoulders are much broader than ordinary people, and there is no sense of thinness at all like a otaku who stays here all day long.
"Mr. Lucifer is free, so of course we have to celebrate." Snow said flatteringly: "I wonder if Mr. Lucifer has any good suggestions, and can you give me some advice?"
"Don't bet on football lately." Lucifer said calmly: "You know I always hate that stuff."
"Okay...ok!"
After bringing Lucifer to Horace's office, the guard took out his cell phone and dialed without saying a word: "Hey, Harris, listen, Lucifer clearly said not to bet on football, he hates that stuff! The most recent paragraph
Don’t bet on time no matter what ball it is, you heard me!”
"Oh my God!" the person on the phone exclaimed: "Today is Chivas Regal VS Mosco. I was just about to pay 50,000 yuan! Brother, Chivas Regal is sure to win, are you going to give up?"
"Nonsense, don't you listen to what Lucifer said!" the guard said anxiously: "Have you forgotten the last time? If you bet, you will definitely lose your pants!"
"Okay...ok!"
…
"Ah, hello, Mr. Lucifer." As soon as Horace saw Lucifer Vincent Iverson entering the room, he immediately stepped forward to hug him and said with a smile, "I felt wronged by Mr. Lucifer who stayed there for a while.
Time. I’m really sorry.”
"It's easy to say." After the hug, Lucifer found a seat by himself very familiarly, took the drink, opened it, took a sip, and said with a smile: "A salary of five million a year, and the best computer and Internet for me to play.
I’m quite satisfied with the game.”
"Yes, yes, yes." Facing Lucifer, Horace could only accompany him cautiously, and said: "We invite Mr. Lucifer to come out today. Our target is one person." He said and took out a photo of Hong Dali.
Come, point to the photo and say: "That's this person. His name is Hong Dali, a very talented young man who has recently emerged from the Kingdom of Heaven. He is a prodigal son who has mastered quite advanced technology. In order to avoid the threat he may pose to our United States in the future.
, so we need you to take action, Mr. Lucifer, and we will give you his specific information later," Horace said here, and said in a deep voice: "Kill him!"
Lucifer took the photo strangely, looked at Hong Dali, who was smiling brightly and happily, and murmured: "This person looks pretty good, okay, then it will depend on my mood. Well, yours
It means you want me to go to heaven, right?"
"Yes," Horace nodded and said, "All the procedures have been completed for you. You have a day off today and will set off tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay." Lucifer shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Heaven is a mysterious country. I like this."
…
American Professional Football League.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today's showdown is Chivas Regal VS Mosco!" On the field, the commentator was shouting at the top of his lungs: "Great God, Chivas Regal is the most powerful team in the United States.
What kind of blow will the Mosco team face? Three to one? Four to one? Or even five to one?"
"Brother, what kind of accident will happen this time?" Harris asked Snow beside him in a low voice: "No matter how upset this game is, it's just a win or a draw for the Moscow team, right?"
"I don't know, but you just need to know that we don't bet a dime on this game." Snow touched his chin: "What Lucifer said is definitely not wrong. Look.
Well, I’m also very curious now about what will happen.”
"Ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin," the commentator shouted: "Let's enjoy this wonderful game! Of course, maybe this game just needs to watch the Chivas Regal team perform."
Harris took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and then took out another and threw it at Snow.
The two of them lit up their cigarettes and puffed out smoke.
Soon the game started, and Chivas was indeed a strong team that the commentator was optimistic about. The whole first half was almost in front of the Mosgo team's goal, and they took turns to attack crazily. The Mosco team was struggling to hold on, and there was no room for counterattack.
.
Looking at such a scene, Harris choked on the cigarette and coughed violently. With such a fierce offensive, today's football will really be upset? This is unlikely, right?
"This...this..." Harris' eyes almost popped out of his head: "Is this really no problem?!"
"Should...should be..." Snow was also stunned: "Why is this Chivas Regal team so scary today?! They weren't like this before. Could it be that Lucifer didn't get it right this time?"
Soon, the first half ended, and although the score was still 0-0, everyone could see that the Mosco team was only relying on its last breath to support itself. I believe that it won't be long before they collapse, and then
The army was defeated like a mountain.
At the beginning of the second half, Chivas Regal was still bombarding wildly. The commentator spat all over the floor. It seemed that the Mosco team had no defensive power. The audience was shouting at the top of their lungs, and their voices were overwhelmingly supportive of Chivas Regal.
"This...could there be any accident?" Harris asked curiously.
"It should...it should be, right?" Even Snow was a little unsure at this time.
Then, as if to confirm what the two of them said, an accident finally occurred...
"The great Chivas Regal has really not let anyone down..." The commentator just said this, and suddenly his neck seemed to be strangled, and he stopped abruptly. After a short silence, there was a scream that broke through the sky: "My
God--!!!!"
This was not a goal scored by the Chicago team. Just when the audience was wondering what was going on, gunshots suddenly rang out!
“Thud, tug, tug—!!!”
Or the sound of machine guns!
At this moment, the commentator's microphone was snatched away, and a gloomy and terrifying voice sounded: "Ah, dear audience friends, hello, my name is clown. Of course, I am not a clown who performs acrobatics.
The job is very simple - killing is my major and robbery is my hobby. You'd better stay still, otherwise I won't be responsible for anything that happens, hahahaha!"
"This...this..." Snow and Harris were dumbfounded: "This is okay?!"
The whole stadium was silent at first, and then there was a shocking scream: "Ah——!!!!"
The clown's men raised their machine guns and fired another round, and the whole scene finally fell silent.
"Well, I'm very sorry for frightening everyone," the clown smiled and snapped his fingers: "Then next, I announce that the game is stopped and everyone had better hand over their money. If you cooperate well, I will
I will consider killing fewer people..."
…
The U.S. News broadcast that afternoon: "At the match between Chivas Regal and Moscoe, the match was unexpectedly terminated due to the involvement of the terrorist organization cadre 'Joker'. It is reported that all the cash from the audience was robbed during this match."
In addition, the gambling money is in complete chaos, and the police are currently involved in the investigation..."
…
In the magical city of Tianhai, in Kazuma Shiraishi's secret house.
"Master Qian, how much popularity do you have left on the Spirit Sword side?" Bai Shi and Ma were lying on the bed, their eyes dull. He had always claimed that he had no plans. But this time, he was really hurt, and he was hurt.
Very thorough.
On the previous novel website, it can be said that he made a small mistake and underestimated the hatred of the people of heaven for the Japanese.
In this online game battle, it can be said that Shiraishi and Kazuma did not make any mistakes. He did everything perfectly, but despite this, after a few days, all the previous efforts were in vain. The total added up
Nearly 500 million in funds have just evaporated. Completely evaporated. This game, Spirit Sword, will not be able to make a penny back in the future.
"Mr. Shi, the current popularity of Spirit Sword is only..." Qian Youjin's voice was helpless and disappointed: "There are only about 50,000 left... Many servers now don't even have a single figure. One hundred and eighty servers
Ah, it’s so empty…”
"Haha, this time, we lost completely..." Shiraishi Kazuma waved his hands gently: "You go out first, I will lie down for a while and think about it..."
"Okay, Mr. Shi," Qian Youjin whispered, "You should have a good rest first and don't think too much."
After Qian Youjin left, Baishi and Ma looked at the ceiling with dull eyes and murmured: "Hong Dali... Hong Dali... you are indeed a terrible person. Your incredible luck has given you
This gives you great confidence, but it’s a pity that you are not from our country of Japan. Since we can’t get it, we can only – completely destroy you!”
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, installed the encrypted signal device, and then dialed an extremely complicated number...
