Forces of Temptation

Vol 2 Chapter 140: Thousands of Pursuits (Twenty)

With the help of props, Brother Lao took a cigarette and held a matchbox in the other hand, and asked the elite man leisurely: "Do you want to do it now?"

Although full of confidence, out of prudence, the elite man put one hand on the delicate gold edge of his half-rimmed glasses and smiled: "Don't worry. Let me take a look first."

[In? See the future? ].

S-class props, the shape is a pair of flat mirrors.

The function is to compress what happens in the next three minutes and play it at a minimum speed of 1x and a maximum of 6x.

The Elite Man clicked 6x speed.

The fast-forward clip slid across the glasses of the man with the glasses.

Three minutes into the future, they made a little noise on purpose.

Jiang Fang was instantly alert and whispered to Li Yinhang, "Go."

According to normal logic, they will naturally choose to leave in the opposite direction of the noise.

Chance!

With a wave of his hand, Brother Lao, like every time before, ignited the match on the rubbing skin, and borrowed the fire arrogantly to light a cigarette for himself.

He bit the filter, seized the space left behind when the two turned to flee, took two quick steps forward, and the explosive match flew out.

【Explosive Match】, a box of portable, match-shaped hand cannons.

The usage process is the same as that of ordinary matches.

Use enough to cremate a person on the spot.

Go to hell!

However, the one that flew out at the same time as the deflagration match was his arm.

Because the arm fell, the deflagration match deviated from the course and hit the wall.

Boom—

Among the torn corpses, the elite man saw the filter sticking to Brother Lao's slightly open lips, and his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The eyes were like hollow glass balls, reflecting the light crisscrossing the corridor and the steel cables in the air.

If it hadn't been splattered with blood, the elite men wouldn't even have discovered the existence of the death web.

The light is extremely sharp, and the silkiness of the limbs is almost equal to cutting butter.

—Trap!

The warm blood seemed to splash directly onto his glasses, causing the man with glasses to subconsciously lean back, his head hit the wall, and he made a dull sound.

Boom—

There was silence at the other end of the corridor.

The confident face of the elite man is as ugly as being punched in the face.

Brother Lao looked back at him in surprise and reproach.

Why don't you say hello?

Although he was worried, he drew the match quickly and silently, ready to start.

The elite man held Brother Lao's hand, and the back of his hand and his face turned pale.

Wait, don't move!

…stay still…

Li Yinhang looked at the place where the sound came from and asked, "What's the movement?"

Jiang Fang sneered: "Is there a mouse?"

Li Yinhang was a little wary, grabbing the dagger in his hand: "Let's go?"

"No. He'll be back later, he won't find us."

Jiang Fang squinted his eyes and asked heartily, "Or are you afraid of mice?"

Four mice cat around the corner: "…"

Brother Lao frowned unhappily and looked at the elite man: Do you want to do this little brat?

The elite man held the nose pads on his sweaty eyes.

His hands are shaking.

"...wait a minute. I'll take a look."

A sneak attack can’t be done, so what about a strong attack?

Four against two, how about…

Before the elite man had conceived the attack plan, fresh blood was splattered on his glasses.

In the future that chooses to attack.

” In front of the red, he firmly grabbed the little man’s neck, fed the match into his mouth, then jumped behind him and kicked him into the next room.

With the sound of the spine shattering, the little man had a flaming match stuck in his throat and knocked off the door.

The next second, a burning and screaming figure cast a hideous silhouette on the side of the wall.

Brother Lao's valet roared and took out an ultra-low temperature nitrogen gun, trying to spray it at Jiang Fang.

However, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the muzzle was kicked into an elevation angle.

The ceiling was hung with a thick layer of frost.

The rough air spewing from the nostrils of the little servant and the nitrogen spouting sounded in one place, the frantic heartbeat and the blood accumulating to the heart at a high speed in a short period of time made him feel a few seconds late before he felt Broken wrist.

Jiang Fang folded his backhand a few times, grabbed the gun back in his hand, pulled the trigger, and commented warmly: "...be more decisive next time."

After all, the gun has been taken into Jiang Fang's hands.

He put the thin muzzle that can freeze a person to death into the mouth of the little valet, and started it suddenly.

Om—

The sudden drop in blood temperature made the little follower go into shock.

In just a few seconds, two brothers were broken in a row. Brother Lao's eyes were covered in blood, and he gritted his teeth.

But the silver figure was too close to them, and if you tried to use the match, the power would spread to your side.

Brother Lao just turned one hand into a razor-like shape when he saw Jiang Fang take out a half box of matches that he had snatched from the palm of the little man at some point, put the top of the box with his fingertips Leaving the box, let the matches fall all over the place.

He took two steps forward, letting the match draw a dark gray mark on the wall.

The detonation sound of chi sounded.

…accompanied by Jiang Fang’s playful tongue snap.

He held Chi Chi with a sparkling match, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, accelerated under his feet, and rushed towards Brother Lao.

Brother Lao's pupils shrank immediately, and immediately gave up the offensive: "Fuck! Crazy! Retreat!"

The influence range of the flame burning starts at least three meters.

Who the **** wants to die with a lunatic?

Who would have guessed, Jiang Fang was just a false shot,

When the burning time of the match reached the critical point of detonation, he swiped the match and blew out the match.

Seeing that the match that was about to explode was blown out by him, the elite man's face turned blue.

…the **** does that work?

.

Does this little hair have similar props?

Otherwise, the first time he used it, he dared to take such a risk?

He is not afraid of death?

When the elite man was in shock, Brother Lao, who was terrified by the flaming match in his hand, was forced to turn and run away. Jiang Fang grabbed his hair and stabbed him sharply from his Adam's apple.

He pulled his **** neck and whispered gracefully, "Goodbye."

As a bystander, the elite man can't do anything in the fantasy world, and he doesn't have time to do anything.

Just as he reacted, Jiang Fang was already in front of him.

His S-rank ability is his suit.

It automatically creates a shield that is theoretically impenetrable.

But this shield cannot be moved.

When playing with teammates, elite men in suits and leather shoes, who don't seem to act well, are the best bait.

He is responsible for drawing fire.

But now, when all his teammates are dead, Elite Man is now the safest island.

Jiang Fang only glanced at him twice, and didn't even waste a single S-rank item on him. He could see his predicament from the legs of the elite man who tried his best to hide the trembling.

He stepped back, leaned against the elite man, and smiled at him.

The eyes seemed to be looking at a mouse trapped in the rice jar.

Brother Lao's voice came into his ears: "Hello!"

The elite male shrunk his throat and looked at the source of the sound subconsciously.

Brother Lao was looking at him in surprise.

In the "mental communication device", there are also four people breathing smoothly.

…this hasn't happened yet.

At the other end of the corridor, it was still unusually calm.

The elite man was sweating like a waterfall, shaking his hands and printing his forehead with a handkerchief.

There are still blood afterimages in front of him, and three dead teammates.

Whether they are attacked by force, or sneak attack, whichever kind of future, they will be greeted by death.

He gritted his teeth decisively: "Go!"

Brother Lao and the other two looked at the elite man with puzzled expressions.

But after noticing the bad face of the elite man, Brother Lao made a decisive decision and waved to the other two younger ones: "Withdraw!"

Out of a little bit of unease, the elite man made a mess and turned on the switch of foreknowledge again.

This time, because he was too flustered, he forgot to adjust the speed.

Across the glasses, he saw the four of them turn their heads.

In reality, the little man just turned his head.

Then, as if he heard something, he turned his head quickly.

A thin playing card was pinned to his neck.

7 of Hearts.

A thin line of blood slowly slid down his throat.

At first, the elite men thought it was an illusion in the lens.

And when he realized what it meant, his goosebumps jumped all over.

In a few minutes.

In front of the elite man's protective shield that was completely useless except torturing his spirit, Jiang Fang leaned back against the wall and looked at the shivering, sweaty back of the elite man.

His silver hair was splattered with blood.

He touched the cigarette from Brother Lao with the tip of his tongue, tasted the tobacco, and praised: "The smoke is good."

The spirit of the elite man, who thought he was invulnerable, was stimulated three times in a row, and it has been tossed to the verge of collapse.

He murmured, "Forgive me...forgive me..."

Jiang Fang, who was interrupted by the surprise of a group of people, was in a very bad mood.

But the more he was in a bad mood, the brighter the smile on his face.

This is a professional habit he developed in the casino.

Jiang Fang put the dozens of playing cards on his fingertips together: "Well, let me try."

When the spirit of the elite man relaxed a little, Jiang Fang walked outside his protective cover, knocked on the "door", and wiped away the playing cards.

Under the light and shadow of the corridor, the exposed K&M scar on his neck is like a ferocious totem.

Jiang Fang said in a coaxing tone to the gray-faced elite man, "Pick one. Which one do you like?"

In the corridor not far away, the others were wrapped around by Nan Zhou alone, and they were chased alive as rabbits that lost their souls.

After successfully twisting the neck of the thirteenth person who was alone, Nan Zhou carried him to the edge of the corridor, lest the other fleeing players accidentally kick the body.

He got up from the squatting position, swept the dust from his knees, and caught a glimpse of the head of a little angel who had been knocked out of the way by a panicked player.

Nan Zhou helped the bronze sculpture to straighten the small head.

Just as he was about to get up, Nan Zhou suddenly raised his hand and pressed his lower abdomen.

"Hmm-"

The familiar heat and burnout are back.

He gritted his teeth tremblingly and lifted the hem of his shirt.

The skin there, because it was stained with a thin layer of liquid, felt extremely tight after drying.

Go back…

I want to go back to Brother Fang...

When his hand barely supported the wall, he suddenly heard a cold and weird laugh.

At one end of the corridor, a girl walked out.

If it weren't for the open wound on her face and the dirty blood on the side of her face, this would have been a pretty shining debut.

Su Meiying's smile revealed an impatient and hideous look: "Finally?"

Wei Chenghua, who blocked the Nanzhou from the other side, was already as tall as a giant tower. He looked down at Nanzhou, who was two feet shorter than him: "It's a lot slower than we expected."

Su Meiying: "As long as the result is good, won't we waste our layout?"

Speaking, she looked at the corpse in the corner with false pity: "Call them to form a team, and they really form a team, a bunch of idiots."

Nan Zhou's fingers on the wall slowly gathered.

He wanted to concentrate, but his beautiful back muscles twitched twice, and his body softened.

The succubus happened too quickly.

Butterfly bones are like fragile butterfly wings, rising and falling with his uncomfortable breathing.

No...power...

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