At this time, the masked man in black had put a cold dagger on Anthony's neck, forcing him to raise his head and unable to even speak.
He simply gave up the resistance and let it go, with only a cold luster flashing in his half-closed eyes.
"You know? I like the look in your eyes very much. There is a strong spirit of hatred and resistance, and it seems that you want to eat me alive. I have seen this look of wanting to kill but being helpless in the eyes of many people, but only
Yours, Mr. Braden, pleases me the most."
The masked man laughed and let go of Anthony's hair, and then his dagger, with a bang, was inserted in front of Dacia Rockefeller. The blade was inserted between the latter's index finger and middle finger.
With just a few centimeters, Dasia's middle finger can be cut off.
"And this one, your eyes are exactly the same as Mr. Richest Man. What are you thinking about? Young man? Are you thinking about how to break my neck or kill me to pieces? A Rockefeller who has been pampered since birth.
, you can’t stand such humiliation, and you hate people who treat you like this? You probably never thought that you would be in this situation one day, right? "
Dacia couldn't help but breathed heavily, and Anthony Brayden raised his hand with the electronic cuff: "Hey, don't hurt his hand, okay? You have all seen his contribution during this period, so precise.
Your mechanics can't make the parts."
The masked man continued to look down at Dacia, his eyes as cold as needles: "At most, it's a limb regeneration."
"Fingers that can be regenerated cannot regain their flexibility in a short time."
Anthony shook his head: "Unknown sir, I promise we will do nothing during this period, okay? If you agree, I can even record a video soon to make my Mace calm down."
"Remember your promise, and I hope you can abide by it, although I don't have high hopes for your character."
The masked man sneered, pulled out the dagger, and walked toward the door again.
"You know? Mr. Braden, you can actually have a little bit of hope this time. Your Ms. Mace is crazy. She used a total of fourteen legends just outside Atlanta. You guessed it, Anthony.
Is this true? If the enemy is not extremely powerful, we don’t need to be so nervous. Then you might as well guess how long it will take our Lord King to deal with them this time?"
Anthony Brayden had a livid face and no answer at all. The masked man didn't care, and his eyes turned to roam around the other six outlaws.
"Watch them! If there is any oversight, you know what the consequences will be! The fate of our aliens is now in your hands."
When the glass door closed again, Dacia immediately raised her head covertly and looked at the black-haired young man beside her. Although the two did not speak, they were unable to communicate with their thoughts. But he believed that this man would be able to
See the hidden meaning in his eyes.
There is no more appropriate time than this. The numerous legends outside Atlanta are enough to contain the King of Virtual Night.
If they miss this opportunity, they may have to wait for death in despair and helplessness in the next time.
But Anthony Braden shook his head slightly in an undetectable manner. His face was still as cold as ice, and confusion and desolation flashed in his eyes.
He didn't understand why his Natalie was so impatient and launched an attack at this moment.
Is it because she has enough confidence? Or is the situation outside changing in a way that is not conducive to him?
Natalie, she shouldn't be so impatient.
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After leaving the completely transparent glass laboratory, the masked man walked into the war control room not far away, separated by only three walls.
In order to keep a close eye on the richest man in America who was said to be able to forge a legendary armor with just a screwdriver, he placed the command center of this operation on the fourteenth floor of the Arlington Building.
It can be guaranteed that if there is any abnormality in that laboratory, he can directly intervene to suppress it.
"Lord Bruder!"
After the masked man entered the war control room, everyone here stood up or bowed slightly to salute him.
The masked man nodded calmly, and then immediately turned his attention to the huge screen on the left and the three-dimensional sand table below it that used holographic projection technology.
What was displayed on the screen was the figure of a strong and burly man covered in dark black source armor.
This man was standing thousands of meters in the air, looking at the distance, east of Atlanta, with cold and disdainful eyes.
It's just that this video image obviously cannot accurately display the current battle situation and situation in front of everyone in the war monitoring room.
Therefore, there are many red dots marked on the three-dimensional holographic sand table.
There are fourteen in total - this legend outside of Atlanta is venting their huge magic source to the outside world without any concealment. This also makes the magic energy detector they just installed in the Arlington Building not long ago.
Their location and movements were easily detected.
"How's the situation?"
The masked man examined the red dots on the sand table. Then he asked slightly surprised: "They haven't started yet?"
"Between seven minutes and four minutes ago, they had launched two tentative actions to try to tear apart the anti-magic force field of the magic tower array, but they were only temporary attempts. The king had just taken action, and they immediately retreated.
It seems to be testing our strength——"
A stranger with the rank of colonel on his shoulders answered in an unusually respectful tone: "It is worth noting that Atlanta's Magic Tower Committee has a clear tendency to secretly support these legends. At the attack point they chose, anti-magic
The strength of the force field has weakened to a certain extent. I think we need to give them some warning."
But the masked man frowned and looked at the sand table in deep thought.
At this moment, a female voice as cold as a bell and with a will as strong as steel rang out from the war control room.
"Brud, you should have seen the truth, right?"
"Yes! My noble highness."
The masked man lowered his body slightly: "Obviously, their intention is to contain them. I think the real murderous intention this time should come from inside Atlanta."
"That's what I guessed too."
The female voice was quite satisfied: "Since you have foreseen it, you will not disappoint me, right?"
"certainly!"
At this time, the corners of the masked man's eyes were filled with a cold smile: "As long as those demigods in Atlanta don't take action, then my subordinates will definitely be able to give them a surprise."
At this time, the masked man's eyes moved slightly: "Look, they are already here."
At this moment, four more red light spots suddenly appeared on the three-dimensional holographic sand table.