[Evaluation: A thief who is good at picking locks and deciphering codes successfully escaped from prison after being arrested by the police. He had no interest in going to school and dropped out of high school, but relied on his clever mind to invent an iron fist glove and embarked on a criminal path.
Horror is how he wants people all over the world to feel about him】
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[The current thriller illustration has been unlocked]
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[Unlocking and lighting up rewards are being drawn...]
[Unlock light reward: unlock]
【Unlock(II)】
[From now on, you can open all kinds of conventional locks, of course, you need to match the tools]
Robert is very good at using the useless ability of unlocking, and he doesn't have much emotion at the moment.
Compared to this, he wanted to know what Scorpion's game really meant.
We can't let them have a thrilling duel with the guy in sportswear and muscles in front of them, right?
Listening to Scorpion's lines, Robert's expression became even weirder.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you the rules of the game first." Scorpion's big face was projected on the wall not far away. The black tendons on his face were squeezed into a ball, and the whole face looked like a blooming black chrysanthemum.
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"That's right, in front of you is an underground duel field... The gentleman standing in the field is the first challenge you are about to face, Mr. Horror, Mr. Horror!"
"Then, let me remind you again that the rules of the game stipulate that you must go through three rounds of duels before you can come to me. Of course, only one of you can be sent out in each round. If there is a violation of the rules...
The sleeping lady next to me, hehe, you know..."
Scorpion's laughter echoed in the duel field for a long time. Horror scratched his head impatiently, and the iron fist was put on his hand, as light as cotton: "You know the rules. To be honest, I don't want to waste it.
Too much time to play boring dog walking games with you.
But I happen to have some personal grudges. May I ask, are any of you police officers?"
Horror's fists collided, and the texture of the iron fist gloves was predictably hard, making a dull sound. At the same time, the air flow visible to the naked eye spread around it, blowing up a lot of wind and sand.
"I just want to discuss things with the police."
So Robert, Tombstone, and Frank all turned their attention to the Black Widow.
Although the rules of Scorpion's game are speechless and extremely vulgar, after all, Robert's interests have not been fundamentally violated, and he seems to be able to paddle.
For example, now, if one person plays alone, then Robert doesn't have to do much.
Natasha looked at the four men and swallowed.
By the way, what the hell is this place? Aren’t any of the men here normal?!
Natasha moved lightly and said softly: "I am a policeman."
Then she realized that no matter how she swayed, stepped lightly, or whispered, it was all in vain.
The three men behind them and the man wearing fists in front of them have not changed their decisions at all.
"Very good, you're out! Oh, you're still a lady. Don't worry, I won't hold back."
So, the boring game begins.
Natasha attacks first because she knows she doesn't have much chance.
She knew the horrifying information by heart. The other party was a thief who opened locks and stole. After being arrested by the police, his personality gradually became extreme. After he came out of prison, he not only failed to reform, but also developed a pair of shock wave gloves. Since then, he has been underground.
He is invincible in the boxing ring, and even the police have nothing to do with him.
Natasha would not think that her defense could withstand the power of those shock wave gloves.
Natasha raised her hands back, pulled out two short knives from her waist, and then slid them towards Horror's neck.
"Nice shot!"
"Very good, there's still a little bit left before your dagger can touch me."
"Keep up the good work!"
Robert watched the two humanoid creatures go back and forth, and a feeling of neither up nor down filled his chest, so much so that he wanted to speak, but found that no words came out of his mouth when he got there.