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Chapter 1986 Pigeon

The barrier was broken, and players from the East District naturally swarmed in. However, just when they were about to cut the two dead men into pieces, the masked boy's body turned into a loose shadow and disappeared before it even hit the ground.

It was similar to Xu Huo's side. Probably due to the influence of the light and the obstruction of the defensive barrier, the people outside actually saw the white light passing through the throat. They seemed to stagger. They did not actually see clearly what happened. However,

When the barrier completely disappeared, the person who was supposed to be dead disappeared out of thin air, even more completely than the masked boy.

But regardless of whether they really died or escaped, the East End players present were unable to pursue them and could only stay to clean up the mess.

At this point, the battle had to come to an end due to the strong interference of players from outside the area.

The players in the East District suffered heavy losses, and although the rebels also lost some people, they were happier than anyone else when they saw the players in the East District bleeding, so they withdrew quickly. At this time, they took the tickets and left, and no one could stop them.

Recovering a life under the protection of props, Xu Huo and the masked boy fled in the direction of the Agor headquarters building, but no East District player caught up with them. The two changed directions from time to time, and occasionally bumped into each other in the process, so they just met each other.

, do not interfere with each other until it is truly safe.

Not far from Agor's headquarters, Xu Huo and the masked boy stood on the roof of a building each. The two adjacent buildings were only a hundred meters apart. After a moment of silence, the masked boy spoke first, "I have laid out the situation.

I didn’t expect it to be an advantage for you, how about half for each person?”

Xu Huo smiled and said, "To show my respect, I have left more than half of my people with you. Whoever made you unlucky can't be regarded as me cutting off your hair."

"I'm not a stingy person," the masked boy waved his hand, "It's your ability to cut off beards, it doesn't matter... Then what are you doing here? Do you have a grudge against the East End players?"

"I don't have any hatred, I prefer to be a messenger of justice." Xu Huo said seriously.

The masked boy was silent for a moment, and then said: "Is there something wrong with your brain? Why don't you go see a psychotherapist?"

"Why did you come here?" Xu Huo asked.

"Of course it's to blow up the building," the masked boy said very frankly: "If the East District player dares to chase and kill him, I'll blow up his lair first."

Xu Huo gave a thumbs up and said abruptly: "Are you from the Holy Sword Club?"

As he spoke, he drew a dial shape in the air, and focused on drawing the hands inside into the shape of a sword.

The momentum around the masked boy immediately changed, and his whole body was like a bow that was fully stretched, as if it was about to leave the string at any moment.

"You should also be looking for white blood." Xu Huo ignored his nervousness and murderous intention and continued: "But according to the clues I know, white blood may not be a drug that promotes the secondary development of the player's brain. The resistance army's

You can see their attitude, they don’t even pay attention to the potion, which means the potion may be fake."

The masked boy began to pace slowly on the roof of the building, "So what, it's normal for the potion to be defective. The fact that Agor Company dares to bet its own future shows that the benefits of this potion outweigh the disadvantages."

"Not necessarily." Xu Huo looked at him, "There is an A-level player in Agor who has evolved into a super spirit. Why do you think they need a craniotomy?"

If the medicine is really that effective, wouldn’t it be enough to directly inject or take it?

"Are you saying that the changes in the players in the East District are due to the surgery?" The masked boy knew a lot, "Do you believe in cutting off the brain?"

"Whether it's cutting off the brain or putting something else in the brain, having this step shows that white blood is not the most important step. It may be useful, but it depends on whose hands it is." Xu Huo stopped following him in circles.

, said directly: "Have you heard of Zheng Yuci?"

The masked boy didn't answer, but he was obviously familiar with the name.

"You can go meet him and he will understand."

"But be careful, this is a higher risk than taking on high-level players from the Eastern District."

After saying that, Xu Huo left from the roof.

At this time, the several attacks that occurred in the East District have basically come to an end. He does not know the other results, but judging from the messages sent by Qiaoqiao and others who have never been directly involved, what happened tonight is that some East District players

Some of the games used to lure the rebels were attacked by the rebels on their own initiative. At this point, everyone can see it. Whether it is the East Area players or the rebels, both sides are very aware of their opponents' tricks and are deceiving each other.

Act in order to achieve your own goals.

In any case, with the continuous attacks in the past few days, the atmosphere in the East District has become completely tense. From then on until dawn, there is almost no one on the streets.

During this period, players in the outer areas also made some efforts to clear the level, such as trying to catch the pigeons or find the whereabouts of the pigeons. However, because there were too many people from the resistance, there were no people acting in the name of "pigeons".

A few, and ultimately nothing.

There is no way, who allows the resistance players to hide directly in the station.

Xu Huo had previously placed trait tracking on Black Hood, so after dawn, he followed the trait's guidance to a school.

The school was not closed, and students were already coming to class one after another at this time. On the street where pedestrians were constantly flowing, Xu Huo came to a breakfast shop, went in and found a seat to sit down.

There were a lot of people in the breakfast shop, so there were already several people where he was sitting, and opposite him was a gentle man wearing glasses.

"What do you want?" the clerk came over and asked.

Xu Huo pointed at the man opposite him and said, "Same."

The people next to him should be the man's colleagues. Seeing Xu Huo staring at the man, someone asked: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I'm a psychotherapist. I see that this friend's life has not been going well recently, and I want to give him some relief." Xu Huo said with a smile, "But I'm definitely not as good as the psychotherapist who entered Agor, no.

I know if this friend is willing to consult. It’s free.”

Several people thought he was someone who had just started working, so they took the initiative to come up and express their willingness to consult. However, because the class time was coming soon, they had to go to class, so they left an appointment.

The breakfast shop, which was crowded with people, seemed to be forgotten after the other teachers left. Only Xu Huo and the man with glasses sat across from each other.

"What do you want from me?" the man asked.

"I've said hello before, and we met last night. I came here specifically to see you today. What else can I do?" Xu Huo said calmly: "Just cleared the customs. The apparent leader of the resistance army, Pigeon." ()


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