However, when the eight captains joined forces to deal with Zhang Xianguang and handed over the ghost paintings to A Hong, they calmed down the turmoil.
foreign.
A conspiracy is brewing.
Due to the time difference, when it is daytime for the next day in China, it is still late at night in an ordinary foreign city.
The city seemed particularly quiet under the dark night, with not a single noisy sound to be heard. Except for some homeless vagrants or some drunken gangsters, there was basically no sign of anyone on the streets.
But in this silent city, under a streetlight on a certain street corner, a person suddenly appeared here at this moment, his shadow stretched by the streetlight.
The lights flickered, and you could see that this man with a foreign face would look at the watch on his wrist from time to time, as if to confirm the time, and at the same time look around, as if he was wondering why it was the agreed time and the agreed time.
No one showed up.
now.
The foreign man, who had waited for another half minute but was still nowhere to be found, seemed a little impatient and turned around, preparing to leave.
But at this moment.
"Mr. Kevin, is it necessary to leave in such a hurry?"
A sound echoed nearby, making it impossible to distinguish the source of the sound, lingering around like a ghost.
"Um?"
Just when the man named Kevin focused his eyes, trying to find the owner of the voice.
A foreign man dressed like a missionary suddenly appeared. He walked slowly, and his deathly gray face was illuminated by the light, which seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding air.
"Are you... a missionary?"
Kevin looked at this person who shouldn't be here, and when he revealed his identity, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
"Why are you here? Isn't it the landlord who agreed to meet with me?"
Kevin suppressed the anxiety in his heart, kept his face calm, and asked.
The missionary, who looked as numb as a dead man, sighed at this moment: "Mr. Kevin, the landlord doesn't plan to come this time. He is very angry because of your deception."
"cheat?"
Kevin, who secretly thought that something was wrong in his heart, moved slightly, but still kept a calm tone: "What did I lie to him about?"
"It's already come to this, Mr. Kevin, aren't you still going to tell the truth?"
The missionary slowly raised his head and looked at Kevin with a pair of dead gray eyes, as if he was staring at him at this moment. The language also changed from English to Chinese, and his tone revealed a serious tone: "I should still
That’s the right way to call you, Captain of Daluo City, Mr. Zhang Xuan.”
moment.
Kevin, or Zhang Falcon, who was disguising his identity, changed his expression.
Having been accurately named, he knew very well that this was definitely not a so-called temptation, but that he had been exposed.
Without a trace of hesitation, a strange heartbeat sounded, and Zhang Falcon's figure suddenly disappeared in front of the missionary.
The screen changes.
In an alley full of graffiti.
The dim lights flickered at this moment, as if disturbed by some mysterious force. The mice foraging next to the trash can seemed to have noticed something terrible and fled away, quickly getting into the sewer.
At the end of the alley is a dead end. At this moment, in this place shrouded in darkness, Zhang Xuan, who has taken off his disguise and torn off a layer of weird skin, finally reveals his original appearance, has a gloomy face, and looks at this road that leads to him very solemnly.
Trapped alley.
He wanted to leave, but there was a strange disturbance in the ghost realm, and then he appeared in this place.
Zhang Xuan, who didn't know how he was forcibly brought here, knew very well that this must be the method of one of the other party's ghost masters.
"Get out of here."
Zhang Falcon, who no longer pretended to be disguised and returned to his original appearance, also underwent great changes.
A golden hoop appeared on his head, and the slim-fitting suit he originally wore had mutated into a red and yellow loose cassock. At this moment, an extremely thick and long hoop appeared on his back, as tall as a person.
stick.
Soon, Zhang Falcon, who showed his true appearance, did not stay too long in this weird alley. He stepped on the water on the ground and walked quickly out of the alley.
"Mr. Zhang, don't leave in a hurry. I sincerely hope you can stay and explain why you want to investigate us? Why do you want to kill our members? Don't you have any trust in us as friends?
Huh? This is a dangerous time, and those of us who are capable should cooperate. The most important thing now is survival, isn't it?"
Suddenly, the missionary's voice sounded again, echoing in the sky like a ghost.
But Zhang Xun didn't answer, and his pace quickened at this moment, trying to leave here as soon as possible.
Although he didn't know how he was exposed, he knew very well that since the other party already knew his true identity and what he had done, the purpose of the other party this time was definitely not to negotiate politely.
It was a dangerous siege.
Zhang Xuan walked very fast, and his hurried footsteps revealed a kind of extreme nervousness.
However, when Zhang Xuan walked halfway, he suddenly stopped again.
The alley leading outside disappeared, as if it had been blocked by some external force.
at the same time.
The distance of this seemingly short alley seemed to have been stretched infinitely, and there was no end in sight, only the bottomless darkness in the distance.
But on such an endless road, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared, as if trying to block Zhang Falcon's path.
It was an old man wearing an old European-style dress. His face was wrinkled and covered with age spots. His whole body exuded the air of decay and death, like a corpse dug out of a grave. Moreover, the black dress on his body was also in tatters.
, like a burial object.
"It looks like we are going to fight to the end."
Zhang Xuan, who knew that it would not be easy to leave, looked gloomy and shouted: "Hypocrisy."
He looked around and said coldly: "You people are worthy of being friends with me and talking about cooperation? You are a group of rotten, degenerate people. The supernatural has eroded your brains. In my opinion, you are just wearing human skins."
It’s just a ghost, the word crazy cannot describe your king’s organization. In order to satisfy your selfish desires and interests, you actually plan to implement the Ark plan. Everyone in your organization deserves to die.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he was talking, he kept staring at the strange wrinkled old lady in front of him.
Maybe the person in front of me was not that old originally, but something happened to make him look so old.
If the appearance of this old lady was equal to her true age, then Zhang Falcon felt that he would definitely not be able to escape and would be killed instantly.
"Since you know this plan, you should join us."
At this time, the missionary's voice sounded again.
"Join you? You can also say this? You have lost your humanity. If I join you, I might as well choose the ghost resurrection."
Zhang Xun refused outright, not even willing to make a compromise with Snake.
The missionary sighed: "That's such a pity. The plan has not been implemented yet. Since you refuse to join us, we can only choose to kill you. In case you leak important information about our king's organization,
It will bring us a lot of trouble, and now is not the time to cause trouble."
"It sounds nice, but you have no intention of letting me go, right?" Zhang Xun sneered.
"I just don't know how many important members of your king's organization are here this time? If it's just the two of you, it's not certain who will kill whom."
He knew a little bit about the strange old woman blocking the way.
This is a very scary ghost controller. He even suspected that the old woman in front of him was actually a ghost. She didn't have much consciousness of a living person at all, and she couldn't even be considered a ghost controller.
Although she can't be considered as a resurrected ghost, this old woman's consciousness has been too deeply eroded by the supernatural, and her behavior has become close to that of a ghost. She can be said to be an alien on the side of the ghost.
However, this phenomenon is not uncommon in foreign countries. Many of their senior ghost masters are those who do whatever it takes to survive in the early days of the supernatural recovery. Human morality has long been forgotten, and their instinct to pursue profits is just like that of evil ghosts.
The murder pattern is the same, and it is put in the first place.
On the other hand, in China, because of the pressure from the headquarters, those lawless ghost masters were basically cleaned up by the person in charge and the captain, so many crazy potential dangers were eliminated as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, there are enough guys here this time."
Another voice suddenly sounded. Although it was in Chinese, it had a thick foreign accent.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the roof next to the alley.
There was a thick black fog surrounding this person, making it difficult to see clearly.
Not just this one person.
At this moment, the ground beneath Zhang Falcon's feet was rising and squirming.
The damp ground cracked, and a mummy-like palm poked out from the ground, followed by a second hand, a third hand, and finally the entire ground was covered with densely packed dry palms.
"Four?"
Zhang Xuan's face was gloomy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he felt the tremendous pressure.
The intensity of the opponent's siege far exceeded his expectations.
These people are not ordinary ghost masters at all, but core members of the king's organization. If placed in the country, they would be comparable to captain-level existences.
"No, there are more than four, there are others."
Suddenly, Zhang Xun felt an unprecedented crisis, and his uneasiness reached its peak at this moment.
Behind him, the wall of the dead end suddenly twisted and deformed, and the cement of the wall gradually emitted a fishy smell, and then the outline of a person appeared on the wall, as if he would walk out at any time.
"withdraw."
If there were only two people on the other side, Zhang Xuan would be sure to kill them all.
However, the number of top ghost masters who appeared at this moment was far beyond his endurance limit, and they were enough to easily kill him.