Life Copy Game

Click——

The classic wooden door was slowly pushed open.

An old figure walked into this small and exquisite reception room.

"Mr. Mayor," another tall and tall old man followed behind this old figure, "Do you need my help?"

Then he turned around and waved gently.

Behind him, a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses immediately closed the door obediently.

The old figure in the front is the current mayor of Chenxi City, Wente, and the one following him is Nadja.

"How's it going in the lab?"

Mayor Wente sat on the sofa in the reception room and waved his hand to Nadja to sit aside.

"Everything went well. This strange beast is more powerful than the previous one."

Nadja nodded and sat down on the sofa. However, he suddenly stopped in the middle of his movement.

He frowned slightly, then immediately turned his gaze in the direction of the camera and walked over quickly.

His cheek is getting closer and closer to the camera, gradually filling the entire screen.

Then the cheek recedes, and the main content of the picture becomes a hand that grows larger and larger.

Click——

The video ends here.

The content of the entire video is very short, less than a minute before and after, and the characters communicate with each other in only four short sentences. However, these four sentences contain a huge amount of information.

The mayor is raising exotic animals.

He Ao took a screenshot at the beginning of the video, then took off the card reader, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and continued walking deeper into the street with his cane.

The bracelet reconnected to the Internet.

Tick-tock——

As the hazy smoke gradually rose, the crisp water-drop phone ring gradually sounded on the bracelet.

He Ao did not answer the call immediately, but waited for almost ten seconds before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, I'm Christos."

A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Do you like my gift?"

He Ao held a cigarette in his mouth and looked deep into the street. There were several figures sneaking among the crowd, glancing at him from time to time. They were the men sent by Naja to monitor him.

You couldn't attack He Ao on the way to the FBI, but after He Ao took the initiative to get out of the car, he was already off the route to the FBI.

"Old sir, do you need my help?"

Christos did not answer Ho Ao directly, but asked softly.

Just an hour ago, his campaign office received a call from a strange old man. The content of the call was very simple. The other party said that he would give him a 'small gift' and asked him to pay attention to the mayor, and then hung up the phone.

He originally thought it was just a prank until he saw a video of the mayor being questioned that was forwarded to him by his colleagues and went viral on the Internet.

So he took the initiative to call this number.

"I need the real-time location of Nadja, the boss of the Crocodile Gang."

He Ao didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point.

Christos is a smart guy, and you don’t need to beat around the bush when talking to smart people.

The essence of cooperation is that each gets what he needs.

"Hold on."

Christos responded and hung up the phone.

He Ao put down his bracelet and walked to a remote alley on crutches.

He called Christos before Icarly called.

He didn't directly tell the content of the video. If he showed something too exciting, he would only be regarded as a lunatic and a prankster.

So he just said that he wanted to give Christos a 'gift' to open up the other person's psychological expectations step by step, so that the other party could more easily accept the incident and seek more benefits for himself.

As He Ao gradually walked into the remote and deserted alley, the informants who were following him slowly revealed themselves. They were both informants and killers.

Two in front and three in back, a total of five people.

These informants were a little confused as to why He Ao would take the initiative to walk into a remote alley, but they did not think too much about these things. The order they received was to find a remote place to 'deal with' He Ao.

No need for nonsense when killing people.

The five men raised their guns almost at the same time.

"Hold on."

He Ao made a hoarse voice, took down the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth, and stubbed it out with his fingers.

The five people watched He Ao's movements warily. They had received a warning from the old guy that he was very dangerous. He Ao's calm movements made them confused about what He Ao was planning to do.

To avoid an accident, they pulled the trigger.

He Ao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "Okay."

Accompanying his hoarse voice were two crisp gunshots.

The two people in front stared wide-eyed and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, He Ao had turned around and leaned against the wall,

The three people behind him quickly realized and immediately turned their guns.

However, it was too late now, the dark muzzle was already pointed at them.

bang bang bang

Three corpses fell to the ground.

He Ao glanced at the small pistol in his hand, pointed it at the wall in front of him and pulled the trigger.

Click—

What came back was a crisp hollow sound.

When He Ao got this gun, it only had ten rounds of ammunition, but now, he has fired ten rounds.

"It seems like there are no bullets in your gun?"

A muscular man wearing a vest suddenly appeared slowly from the entrance of the alley. He looked at He Ao with a smile, "Old man, your body's reaction speed is far faster than that of ordinary people, and there are no traces of mechanical modification on your body. , are you also a transcendent?"

also?

He Ao used crutches to support himself, put down the gun, and raised his head to look at him.

"Talent Sequence 5: Angry Man."

The man shrugged and showed off his beautiful muscle curves to He Ao, "Before I acquired this ability, I was a fighter. Old man, I heard that you were also a fighter."

He put his palms back and walked towards He Ao step by step, "Why don't we use a fighter's method to solve this matter."

He Ao tightened his grip on the crutch in his hand and pressed the lower end of the crutch into the gap in the floor tiles.

When the distance narrowed to only four or five meters, he suddenly turned his palm over, and a small black pistol appeared from his palm. "My accuracy is not very good. I have to get closer. I'm sorry, old man."

There was a slight contemptuous smile on his face, as if he was scorning He Ao, who seemed to believe his words. His finger was on the trigger, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

However, his smile soon froze on his cheeks.

A sharp pain shot up from his throat.

He wanted to speak, but he could only make a sound of "Woo", and the surging blood overflowed his mouth. He tried his best to look down, and only saw a wooden crutch handle, and under the crutch handle, But it's not the main body of the wooden crutch, but the cold silver blade.

At this moment, the sword was inserted deeply into his throat at an angle, and bright red blood was pumped out from one side along the wound. It was the cut carotid artery that was gushing out.

He Ao had already loosened the handle of the crutch, turned sideways, pulled the pistol from the strong man's hand, removed the magazine, and replaced it with his own gun.

The strong man's eyes followed He Ao, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The lack of oxygen and blood loss caused his consciousness to blur rapidly.

He Ao tore off his vest and wrapped it in his hands.