Chapter 703 Battle plan? Wait for me to put on the mask!
Under the dark night.
The headlights turn on.
A car drove up and finally stopped outside the gate of the large abandoned vehicle recycling center.
"Palace Master, we have arrived."
Jack spoke.
John woke up from his trance.
"Well, let's get out of the car."
"Palace Master, this mask?"
Jack looked at John, then at the ferocious mask in his hand, and finally couldn't help but ask.
The war was about to begin, and he really couldn't figure out why John was holding this mask.
John paused.
"You'll find out later."
Finished.
He opened the car door and got out.
Outside the car.
Nearly two hundred fully armed members of the Red Tiger Palace have formed a formation in a specific order.
"Hall Master, our people have collected the terrain here. What kind of battle plan should we adopt next?"
Jack asked.
"Combat plan? Wait a moment until I put on the mask."
Jack:(+_+)?
John took a deep breath and slowly put the mask on his face.
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"Is it finally here?"
A high place.
Bullseye looked down indifferently.
From this position, he can see clearly whether it is the Red Tiger Palace side or the Western District Offensive and Defensive Alliance side.
"Maurice, you'd better proceed as planned! But even if you don't proceed as planned, it doesn't matter. I will naturally let you proceed 'according to plan'!"
Bullseye touched the flying knife in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
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Another hidden place.
More than twenty ninjas dressed in black were watching here quietly.
They didn't say a word, just watched.
Just like a poisonous snake, waiting for the fatal blow.
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"This is······"
John was shocked.
The moment he put on the mask, he completely understood its function.
Summon the ghost army?
Those immortal shadow creatures?
"Is this true?"
John believed in Fang Mu very much.
After all, Fang Mu's previous experience of saving him with a wave of his hand was so amazing that he almost regarded it as a god.
But even so, he couldn't help but have some illusions and illusions at this time.
Can such a being be summoned with just a mask?
John felt the real power carried by the mask, as well as the induction from the underworld, as if he could summon those beings from another world with just one thought.
He suppressed the idea of testing immediately.
"Jack, you stay where you are, I'll go in alone!"
"But, the Palace Master... is."
Jack wanted to say something more, but when he saw John's blood-red eyes, his heart trembled and he couldn't help but lower his head.
Why did the palace master's eyes become like this?
And I remember that the mask clearly has eyes. Why does it become the eyes of the temple master as soon as he puts it on?
"This is a holy object given to me by the Holy Son, specifically used to solve this incident."
John spoke, and his voice changed somewhat. It should have been a calm tone, but it gave people a chilling feeling.
"A holy thing given by the Holy Son?"
Jack's heart beat suddenly.
I see!
I asked why this mask is so strange. It turned out to be a gift from the Holy Son!
"Okay, please be careful and don't let anyone escape."
After saying that, John walked directly inside.
"Is it really okay for the Palace Master to be alone?"
Some people couldn't help but worry.
Jack glanced at this person and realized that he was a new recruit in recent days.
"It's just a bunch of rubbish. The master of the palace can easily deal with it with the sacred object given by the Holy Son!"
If John is Fang Mu’s first believer in the Red Tiger Palace, then Jack is the second believer.
Even in some aspects, Jack trusts Fang Mu more than John!
"Well!"
The man wanted to say something more, but looked around and wisely chose to shut up.
Many people originally had some objections to John's order, but when they heard that John actually had a holy thing given by the Son, they all lost their meaning.
All of their faces had a look of no-nonsense.
Western Conference Offensive and Defensive Alliance?
Pooh!
Rubbish!
Some of the new members couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
These guys, aren't they stupid?
What kind of holy son and what kind of holy object, no matter how you think about it, it seems unreliable!
After they joined the Red Tiger Palace, although John also had people instill the ideas of Dawn Church into them, what happened on the day when the Western District was unified was also told to them from many angles through the mouths of everyone.
But this kind of thing is always too unbelievable. Anyone who has never experienced it can only be dubious.
Many people regard this as a way for the Red Tiger Palace to promote its power, and do not believe that this so-called 'Holy Son' really exists.
Under such circumstances, it is only natural that they have doubts.
However, they are new members after all, they have no right to speak, and they can only hold back their doubts.
"Everyone, listen, block all the exits! We must not let them escape!"
Jack temporarily took over command.
He sneered.
"Since these guys want to die, then we will help them!"
"yes!"
Under Jack's command, all members of the Red Tiger Palace took action.
Soon, all the entrances and exits were blocked.
"What on earth are they doing?"
The people who were observing in secret couldn't help but frown when they saw the actions of Red Tiger Palace.
The master of the Red Tiger Palace went to the Western District to attack and defend the alliance, and the others blocked all the entrances and exits. What exactly was this operation?
I don’t understand it at all!
And that mask.
Are you wearing this mask to scare people?
"That mask..."
Bullseye's heartbeat slowed down slightly.
When looking at that mask, for some reason, he always felt like he was looking at a dark giant beast.
He even felt that if he stared at it for too long, he might be swallowed whole!
How is this possible!
He's a bullseye!
The world's top killer!
A super criminal who can rival Daredevil and the Punisher 50-50!
How could a mask have such power?
illusion!
It must be an illusion!
"Um?"
John seemed to feel something and looked up.
The blood-red eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and look directly at someone.
"not good!"
Bullseye quickly ducked down to avoid this line of sight.
After scanning around and finding nothing unusual, John turned his head and strode into the abandoned vehicle recycling place.
Bullseye still has lingering fears.
"Those eyes, why are those eyes blood red?"
At this moment, he had a vague feeling that things were about to escape his control.