Inside a purpose-built hotel room in South Africa.
"Stupid!!" Garen slapped his bald head and sent it flying.
The bald man's body rolled and flew several meters away, knocking over several tables and chairs. He could only lie half on the ground and did not dare to get up. He also did not dare to wipe the blood flowing from his head.
"Thinking that you are strong enough to be an enemy of everyone, a simple thing has become so troublesome because of your arrogance and arrogance!" Garen's expression was cold.
The bald man lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.
The remaining Nighthawk members also lowered their heads and did not dare to move. The room was quiet, except for the pounding sound of the heart. These members were covered in sweat, and their muscles were still twitching unconsciously from time to time. Some of them had their lips bitten.
He was bleeding, but he didn't dare to make any move.
"They can't even handle this thing well, they're a bunch of losers!" Garen was angry. Although he didn't teach these elites too much, but no matter what, they are also the elites of the mercenary world, and with the existence of the secret skill of projection, then
He is the top elite among the elite. But now he is being made so miserable by a guy without extraordinary power.
This was simply a slap in the face.
But punishment is punishment, and what needs to be done is still done.
"Give me a list of the forces involved in the interception."
He left the room without saying a word and left the room with his hands behind his back.
"It's no longer just a matter of lucky stone clocks..."
Garen moved his fists. He hadn't really done anything for a long time, and he didn't know if his skills were new or not.
He returned to his hotel room and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the night view of the entire city of Nonodia.
Countless red and yellow lights converge into rivers of light, outlining the shape of street traffic. Looking from a distance, a huge circle of red light is slowly flowing in the center. That is countless traffic flows.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Gallon gently took off his custom-made black leather gloves, revealing his frighteningly white and perfect hands underneath.
White and delicate, as if carved from jade, there is no trace of imperfections on the palms and forearms, not even pores. They are just flawless. Under the light of the yellow wall lamp, they show a strange and magical attraction.
All the brown and yellow items in the hotel room, including wall coverings, sofas, large beds, wall lamps, tables and chairs, and even the chandeliers on the ceiling, all seemed to be illuminated with a layer of misty white light at this moment.
That's the weird luster emanating from the hands.
"The killing hand..." Garen carefully felt the physical and mental changes caused by the operation of the demonic power.
He did not resist, he just integrated into it. He was trying to completely grasp the essence of controlling the magic power, and the prerequisite for completely grasping the control was to integrate first. He could feel that his spirit was changing little by little under the influence of the magic power.
But if he wants, he can also reverse and recover, but he is not opposed to this change.
He has already discovered that this secret martial arts of the Forty-Two Demon Kings seems to be completely opposite to the secret martial arts of life.
If we say that the secret martial arts of life is based on the practitioner. It transforms itself into a new secret martial arts that matches the physique and mind of the practitioner. This is the secret martial arts adapting to the human body.
Then the secret martial arts of magic is to let the human body adapt to the secret martial arts, and let it change little by little into the physique and mind that is most suitable for practicing magic skills.
The two are completely opposite, but they are two directions of evolution of Miwu.
Different from ordinary secret martial arts, ordinary secret martial arts do not have this kind of change at all. If it is not suitable, it is not suitable, and then forget it.
Compared with ordinary secret martial arts, the advantage and power of magic power is that its practicality is very popular and the threshold is not high.
As long as people's physiques are not too different, they can be transformed by magic skills and gain a certain level of strength through practice.
However, for people with weak minds, this kind of strength will cause them to lose their minds, completely become a slave to the magic power, completely lose their reason, and become a killing machine.
Therefore, magic power is not only the easiest secret martial art to learn, but also the most dangerous and terrifying secret martial arts. No one can help with this change of mind, and can only rely on the deepest persistence and thoughts of the practitioner.
Only in this way can you ensure that you don’t get lost.
This is an extremely dangerous secret weapon.
Garen defined the Killing Hand in his mind.
While integrating, he was vaguely exploring the nature of magic. This completely different path was a great complement and expansion to his martial arts.
"The lucky stone clock, I hope it can give me a little surprise."
He looked at the night view of the South African city below, and his mind gradually sank into the operation of Miwu.
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In a certain star hotel in the same city
Several young people dressed like ordinary company employees on the street gathered together and were playing cards. There were piles of red and green banknotes on the table, which were thrown here and there from time to time.
Under the deliberately dim light, a man in a gray suit wearing glasses was smoking a cigarette, with wisps of smoke drifting upward.
"How's it going?" he asked in a low, awkward French voice.
"How about what?"
"It took a lot of effort to cripple Nighthawk. We have lost one of our biggest enemies, so we have to get some benefits, right? We also lost a manpower." Glasses said lightly while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Leibo of the man in black is not here. If you want a benefit, go and tell him directly." The ol' lady in black dress across from me replied casually.
"How long have our two families been waiting here? Has it been ten days? I think it should have been, but why are we still the same, with no change at all." A strong black man next to his eyes said impatiently.
"Aren't you waiting for news? What's the hurry? Whether it's Leiber or Cohen, if you want to find out the secret in the end, you have to be here. Our manpower is spread everywhere, and the clues cannot be covered up." The ol girl replied.
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"As long as Vincent doesn't leave, we just keep an eye on their movements. Leiber will definitely give them the goods." The black man said in a low voice.
Bang!
Suddenly the door was violently knocked open from the outside.
A burly white man walked in.
"I think we might be in trouble."
He glanced at the few people looking at him.
Someone threw the cards on the table.
"Trouble? Even the strongest nighthawk in this area has been eliminated by us, so what else can be considered trouble?" The black man leaned back on the leather chair and turned a few times.
"It's a pity. I'm talking about the nighthawk." The white man replied in a low voice.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down. Although several people still maintained smiles on their faces, their eyes suddenly became deeply wary.
"The latest news I just got is that the real boss of Nighthawk is here." The white man said word by word.
"The real...boss?" Glasses covered the cards in his hands on the table. For some reason, several people in the room felt a chill running through their bodies when they heard the news.
"If I remember correctly, Nighthawks should be the strongest mercenary group in South Africa, right? Their boss has always been bald, the guy known as the African Eagle." Glasses pushed up his glasses, "Now you suddenly run in.
.Tell us he has a real boss? A boss behind the scenes? Will you better tell us you're kidding, really."
The joints of his hand holding the cards turned slightly white, but he didn't notice it at all.
With Leiber's lure, design and cooperation, several of their organizations finally paid a heavy price and finally disabled Nighthawk and even blinded one of the bald eyes.
Nighthawk has lost almost half of its manpower and its strength has been greatly reduced. It has fallen from the throne of the top mercenary group in Africa. Their former enemy mercenary group will never let go of such a golden opportunity and take advantage of it.
Taking advantage of someone's misfortune and adding insult to injury is a sure thing.
It can be said that from the moment Nighthawk was disabled, they were in an extremely weak situation, and such a situation was fatal in the mercenary world.
But now, someone suddenly rushed in and told them that Nighthawk also had a boss, a boss. That was their real background.
"This is really funny, isn't it Cassie? Nighthawk is the most powerful mercenary group in Africa. Who is qualified to be their boss? This is simply the most ridiculous joke of the century!"
He didn't realize it himself, but his hands began to tremble unconsciously, his face became paler and paler, and even his voice trembled faintly.
He laughed, trying to dilute the joke.
But no one in the room laughed.
He was the only one whose laughter echoed, growing smaller and smaller until he could no longer laugh.
"I think we may be in big trouble..." the black dress ol said in a low voice.
"We must work together to find out the details of each other first!" the black man said in a low voice.
"I can't find out his details through my channels." The strong white man walked into the door and locked it behind his back.
"Let's work together."
"Yeah, let's work together."
Several people took out their mobile phones or PDAs one after another, and everyone moved quickly and quickly.
But the glasses pressed the wrong button several times. He felt that his fingers were so slippery that he could hardly press the button. He raised his head and glanced at the others. Ol's movements were normal, but the fine beads of sweat on her forehead gave her away.
The black man looked relaxed and calm on the surface, but his right leg was shaking rapidly involuntarily.
"Yes!!" the black man shouted suddenly.
"Found out?!" "Say quickly!"
The other people immediately stared at him hurriedly.
"No...no, I mean there is a way!" the black man whispered in a somewhat nagging voice.
"What can I do?"
"Look for Vincent and join forces! The person who killed Nighthawk is not the only one with our power. Even if he is from that world, he wouldn't dare to deal with so many forces at the same time, right?" the black man said in a low voice.
Each of them understands that in that world, those who can come forward to control the world's forces will not be ordinary characters, nor ordinary characters in that world. Such existences are not something they can resist.
"Vincent himself doesn't have much power, but behind it is said to be an existence from that world. A powerful existence."
"I found it..." Suddenly the ol girl said, her face suddenly relaxed and tense.
"Fortunately, okay, that person does not exist in that world. He is just a martial artist and an ordinary human being."
Huh...huh...
After a while, a relaxed exhalation sounded throughout the room. (To be continued...)