Life Copy Game

The long hearse stopped in front of the narrow door.

A young staff member wearing a funeral parlor uniform jumped out of the car, glanced at the people guarding the door, and then looked at the well-organized bloody corpse in front of them.

"Is it this one?"

He looked at the people in front of him, glanced at the iron mask on the corpse, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Do you need any burial services?"

Yin Xiya and Si Enji were stunned by this question.

Yin Xiya's eyes fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.

She had never seen Nighthawk's true appearance, but Nighthawk claimed to have been disfigured by a disaster when she was a child, so she had to wear this mask.

After a brief hesitation, she slowly reached out and lifted off the mask.

A ferocious face with almost indistinguishable facial features appeared in front of her.

Even the well-informed Yin Xiya was slightly startled when he saw this face.

"It seems that it was attacked by some kind of alien beast or similar monster." Si Enji looked at the wounds covering his entire face. "These are all tiny bite wounds that have healed and grown." appearance."

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Yin Xiya was stunned. At this moment, she suddenly understood why Nighthawk had always been so firm and why she was so persistent in investigating and trying to solve the pollution monster.

Then, she suddenly remembered that Nighthawk never seemed to mention her relatives.

Even after his death, no relatives came to look for his belongings.

Perhaps, in that 'disaster' that forced him to wear an iron mask for the rest of his life, he lost more than just his appearance.

He may have been alone.

Yin Xiya paused for a moment and looked up at the funeral home staff who were also surprised, "How good can this make-up can be?"

The young staff member was stunned. He wanted to refuse subconsciously, because this was beyond the scope of burial makeup.

At this time, his eyes once again glanced at Nighthawk's blood-stained clothes and the iron mask in Yin Xiya's hand. Finally, he thought for a moment and said, "I know a very powerful embalmer. Maybe I can ask her for help." , but it’s a bit troublesome to find her, and her fees are very high.”

"Can you restore what he should look like?"

Yin Xiya thought for a moment and asked slowly.

"It should be possible...but I haven't tried this kind..."

The staff member glanced at the mask, then at Nighthawk's cheek, and answered slowly.

"I'll pay for your labor and burial expenses," Yin Xiya sighed and put the mask back on her face, "Please do your best."

"There is no need for labor fees," the staff member shook his head, "but her funeral expenses are probably indispensable."

Hearing this, Yin Xiya was stunned for a moment, and then she suddenly realized that the staff member in front of her seemed to be focusing too much on the iron mask. She asked softly, "Do you know this iron mask?"

"do not know,"

The staff member shook his head, "But there is a legend about the 'Iron Mask Hero' in a few blocks near us. It is said that he often saves people from monsters and often helps poor people. I once went back to my hometown and my mother once said that she also Saved by this iron masked hero."

"I see."

Yin Xiya understood.

The pollution cleanup department usually signs confidentiality agreements with people who are attacked by pollution monsters, otherwise it will not sell them breathing spray. However, this does not completely restrict information. Many people cannot bear the loneliness and will tell them in the form of urban ghost stories. Spread the presence of pollution monsters.

In this regard, the Pollution Cleanup Department mostly turns a blind eye.

The pollution monsters in St. Jon City are so dense. There may be many people in this city who have been blessed by the Nighthawk.

While Yin Xiya was thinking briefly, the staff of the funeral home had already put Nighthawk's body into the car.

She watched the taillights of the car disappear into the night and sighed softly, "He has saved many people, but in the end he could only end up like this."

"It's not like people leave traces when they pass by,"

After hearing this, Si Enji was silent for a moment and then said, "Like a fire lit at night, it may be quickly blown out by the wind, but there are always people who have been illuminated by it."

The silent night wind blew through the road, as if blowing through the flickering firelight in the city, and the two of them were speechless for a moment.

"What are the arrangements next?"

After a long time, Yin Xiya straightened up and looked at Si Enji, "Where is Mr. Xituo going? Isn't he coming?"

He Ao only sent her a message and did not give her exact words.

Then as soon as Yin Xiya arrived, Si Enji blocked all her words with the information about Nighthawk. It was only at this moment that she calmed down slightly and showed doubts.

"He went to a banquet," Si Enji looked at her and said slowly, "People from the Pollution Cleanup Department should be looking for you everywhere now. Nancheng is chaotic and this place is remote. It is safe here for the time being."

Having said this, he paused, raised his bracelet and operated it. The garage door next to him slowly opened, "I would like to trouble you to take care of Jia Qian."

"Where are you going?"

Yin Xiya was a little confused.

"Go to the mayor's palace and visit an old friend."

Si Enji quickly replied.

"Are you going to see the mayor?"

Yin Xiya was slightly stunned. Although she had only been in St. John City for a short time, she still knew some "common sense" about St. John City. "That lackey of the Kajet Group?"

"No, he is not loyal to anyone,"

Senji looked at the SUV that automatically drove out of the garage, and seemed to recall something in the past, "He is just a lackey of power."

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Buzz--

The sharp sound of the sword vibrated He Ao's eardrums.

A soft sword that almost completely blended into the night was suddenly pulled out from under the table by Deris, and the sword body moved, cutting towards He Ao's neck.

And with the sound of the soft sword stirring in the wind, Deris's sharp momentum, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, also pressed towards He Ao.

This old man who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had been a mercenary when he was young, did not hesitate to take action.

The two were still talking and laughing in the last second, as if they were old friends for many years, and the next second they met with swords and went straight to the vital points.

Deris's move was extremely fast, with almost no hesitation, and the force was also extremely strong. The tip of the soft sword rippled and there were faint sonic booms, but the sonic booms were not synchronized with the sword body, but followed closely behind the sword body.

Even though he knew that He Ao was only a C-level, Deris did not hold back any strength in this move, and slashed towards He Ao with all his strength.

An ordinary C-level could not even catch Deris's sword-drawing action, and his head and body were already separated.

Clang——

Almost at the moment Deris drew his sword, He Ao activated his super memory, suddenly raised his hand, and the handle of the butterfly knife, which had not yet been unfolded, hit the soft blade, making a crisp collision sound.

But He Ao's action did not stop because of this, but let the handle scrape the blade, leaned back, and let Deris's blade pass through the top of his face.

At the same time, his other hand held the crank of the cane, and the silver cane suddenly raised and stabbed upward, piercing the throat of the staff member who was holding a spike in his hand and preparing to attack him from top to bottom.

The two of them fought back and forth, but in the blink of an eye

The blade of the soft sword passed in front of He Ao, and He Ao also blocked Deris's attack, and neither of them was injured.

Only the staff member who attacked from the side was stabbed to death.

He Ao pulled down and pulled out the cane. With the splashing blood, he sat up again, "Old brother, your subordinates seem to be a little too anxious."

Although Deris had tried his best just now, he was more probing than attacking. If it succeeded, he would kill He Ao in one move. If it didn't succeed, he would try He Ao's quality.

Whether it succeeded or not, this was not the time for Deris's subordinates to attack, because it was easy for He Ao to seize the opportunity to kill him.

Even if this staff member has just entered the C level, his strength should not be underestimated.

"His actions were not in my plan,"

Derris held his sword horizontally in front of him, swinging it slightly. He actually had the upper hand in the previous test. He Ao did not directly block his attack, but tried to dissolve it and dodge it.

Originally, this was a tactical victory, which could help him accumulate a starting momentum in the next battle, but the sudden killing of this "teammate" completely reversed the positions of both sides, making He Ao, who was originally at a disadvantage, become more powerful because of the bloodshed.

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From Derris's performance, he did not seem to expect this pig teammate to come up and "sneak attack" at this time.

The C-level staff member probably heard the conversation between the two and thought that He Ao was a C-level, so he came to Derris to help and take credit.

It's just that he didn't help, and he also dragged his feet.

Derris may have a sneak attack plan, but it's obviously not now.

"I heard that after the Nighthawk incident, too many C-class soldiers were damaged in the Pollution Cleanup Department, so there were no C-class soldiers in St. John City. I thought there were really no C-class soldiers left. I didn't expect that you had hidden a lot of them, old brother." He Ao didn't respond to Deris's words, but smiled instead. The splashing blood intertwined with the red wine on the table. "There are indeed no elite C-class soldiers, but some crooked ones who rely on pollution monsters to survive," Deris glanced at the corpses on the ground with a calm face, "I still have a lot of them." Then he raised his hand slightly, the sword body was upward, and then suddenly pointed downward. The terrifying force passed through his wrist directly to the tip of the sword, and the slender soft sword suddenly bent and came towards He Ao's neck. He Ao had no doubt that this sword would pierce his neck instantly. In fact, he had used this move on the blood wolf before, which was the "point sword" that he used to kill the blood wolf, but he used a crutch at that time, and Deris used a soft sword at this moment. Strictly speaking, the greater the range of the soft sword's bending and change, the more unexpected the effect, and it is the weapon that can best exert the power of "pointing sword".

One of the dangers of pointing sword is that it is difficult to predict. "Pointing up and hitting down" is uncertain. Once misjudged, it is a dead end. The high-level battle is only a moment away, and it is also a dead end if the judgment is late.

Fortunately, He Ao himself is also a person who is good at using this kind of moves, so he almost judged the purpose of Deris at the moment when Deris made a move.

So he immediately raised the butterfly knife in his hand, and following his movement, the butterfly knife spread its wings, revealing a sharp blade, just blocking the soft sword.

There was no evasion or use of force in this move. As the sound of two weapons colliding was heard, He Ao's hand moved, and cracks spread instantly on the floor under his feet.

When He Ao came up just now, he discovered that the floor of the Pollution Cleaning Division's rooftop seemed to have been specially reinforced to prevent someone from falling from the sky and breaking through the defense.

Even an ordinary C-class requires full strength to destroy such a hard floor.

But only after He Ao mobilized the energy in his body with his boxing skills to resolve part of the force, the remaining impact still left cracks on the hard floor.

Of course, He Ao took Derris's attack this time with the intention of testing Derris's strength.

And he got the results he wanted.

Driss is very strong, and the strength he currently displays is about one-third stronger than the strength boosted by He'ao Boxing and Super Memory.

Converted into physical fitness, Driss has a basic physical fitness of at least 3300.

"Yin Xiya actually gave you this knife."

Derris drew his sword and turned around. He looked at the butterfly knife in He Ao's hand and sighed with a smile, "I guessed at that time that her grandfather was building a special 'magic weapon', but he was unwilling to sell it to me. In the end, he just You made this soft sword for me, and you can get this 'magic weapon'. It seems that Yin Xiya really likes you."

At this moment, the two of them did not actually start a full battle, but were testing each other's strength.

Both people have a judgment on the other's fighting ability.

Overall, Ho Ao is weaker.

After all, the basic strength displayed by Derris is much higher than He Ao's peak strength.

What's more, He Ao can only maintain that kind of peak strength for ten seconds. He can only seek a quick victory and only have the opportunity to win a quick victory.

Among the information left by Nighthawk, there is actually some investigation by Nighthawk about Driss's strength.

Nighthawk suspected that Driss's talent sequence might be 'Talent Sequence 169: Punishment Knight'. This is a talent sequence whose name sounds like it means fighting.

Nighthawk did not find the ability of the Retribution Knight, but he found the prerequisite C-level talent sequence of the Retribution Knight, ‘Talent Sequence 97: Priest’.

Judging from the names of these two talent sequences, the 'Punishing Knight' may have the ability to communicate with the gods.

This means that Driss may still be in a state where he can further rely on the power of the gods.

Judging from Nighthawk's information and the sporadic information collected by Eve, Driss has almost never been defeated. He has experienced many brutal battles, but he finally came out.

He even went deep into the wilderness and physically fought against Class B beasts.

This powerful power can be seen from the fact that with one move, he almost knocked out Nighthawk who had learned fighting for generations and was also a 'Martial Master'.

He Ao's two attacks just now, even if his movements were a little later, or even if it was an ordinary C-level, he was already dead on the spot.

However, Driss actually affirmed He Ao's strength, otherwise he would not have suddenly drawn his sword and used the weapon.

"It's not like, it's trust."

He Ao glanced at the bookshelf behind Driss. He stood up slowly and inserted the butterfly knife into the crutch. Then he turned the crank, and a delicate spear appeared in his hand.

He is very aware of the strength gap between himself and Driss. This is his strongest enemy so far, but he is not afraid.

Warriors are just born to die.

"Old brother, I haven't seen a hero as courageous as you for a long time. It's a pity that we are all old,"

Derris also stood up slightly. He swung the soft sword in his hand and looked at He Ao. The oppressive feeling of being invincible after walking out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood came once again.

"I will place a bouquet of the best flowers on your grave."