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"Snee!"

Constantine suddenly sneezed.

"Keep your voice down, what if you get caught?!"

In a dark and opaque house, Patton glanced at the man dissatisfiedly: "The death gods have not gone far yet."

Constantine, who was nestled in the corner, tugged his coat, rubbed his sore nose, and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't mean it. Besides, can this thing be controlled by me?"

"Anyway, don't make any more noises!" Patton sat on the opposite corner of the house, observing the small display on his arm: "When the death gods are a little further away, we will move to the next hiding spot."

The screen on his arm is connected to dozens of tiny mosquito-type biological monitors on the street outside.

The size of these mosquitoes is extremely concealed, and there is no slight fluctuation of spiritual pressure at all. They can just bypass the spiritual detection of the gods of death, allowing them to predict the search route of those gods in advance, so as to choose the best hiding point.

Relying on these mosquito monitors, they escaped the first wave of searches.

And now, they have to find a way to get deeper, and then explore the location of Tony's detention.

"It seems someone was talking about me just now..."

Constantine touched a mess of grassy blonde hair, and his expression seemed a little depressed: "This is not a good sign. There are probably few people who can still talk about me now, don't they want me to live? "

Button's eyelids twitched: "How many people have you offended?"

"I think about it..."

Constantine thought for half a second, then grinned: "By now, it's already unclear."

"Can we be separated?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm afraid of being killed by you."

"I think you are my friend, so you treat me like this?!"

"I always feel... the word friend, when you say it in your mouth, it doesn't seem like a good thing."

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

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The burly man raised his hand to catch the shot.

The man in the photo has a messy blond hair and a decadent face of a middle-aged uncle. His eyes are muddy and without the slightest light. He can't even see a trace of hope, as if there is endless sorrow and darkness.

To some extent, it is the look of the strong!

Regardless of whether he is the strongest or not, after seeing this quite vivid picture, the burly man thought so in his heart.

Even the messy and untidy blond hair was judged to be the unruly of the strong, containing endless sorrow in the eyes. It is only a man who has experienced the corpse mountains and blood and walked out of the extremely tragic battlefield. The look in the eyes!

Frank didn't know that the other party could make up so much content with just one photo.

"It's this kind of look, this is the opponent I want!"

The burly man flicked his finger and threw the photo to Lolita, who was sitting on the high wall, and pulled out the jagged Zanpaku that was inserted around his waist: "But before I went to find this man, I just managed to get rid of you. ."

"and many more!"

Frank's eyelids jumped. He didn't think he could beat a captain, so he hurriedly said the excuse he had thought of: "I know Lord Carr, who made me pretend to be a member of the eleventh division. I don't know you. Do you recognize him?"

"Who knows..."

The burly man raised his sword eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, his smile became more grim: "It doesn't matter to anyone, after running such a long road, it is hard to run into one, then let us fight together."

"Kill..."

Frank's pupils shrank slightly, and he took a half step back subconsciously.

This unknown captain seemed to be more mad than he thought. If he didn't agree with him, he would fight with others. The rhetoric and lies prepared by him were basically useless at all.

"Hey, travel disaster, tell me, what's your name?"

The man stared at him with one eye, the scar that crossed his face was twisted, showing a terrifying grin.

Frank looked at the man who was as tall as a mountain in his eyes, and fell silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Frank Custer, nicknamed the Punisher."

"Didn't you just say...you are a member of the eleventh division?"

The burly man took a step forward slowly, the jagged blade struck a piece of sparks on the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound:

"Then I will teach you the rules of the eleventh squad. Before you decide to kill an enemy, you must report your name, so that after the opponent goes to hell, you don’t even know who you are. ."

Could it be...

Frank swallowed, and a terrible thought quietly emerged in his mind.

Zheng——

The serrated long knife wiped the ground and the wall, drew a perfect half arc in the air, and landed on the shoulders of the burly man. Accompanied by the sound of golden bells behind his head, the hoarse voice resounded like a warning bell sounded by death. On this narrow street.

"The captain of the eleventh division, even more wood sword eight."

"Travel disaster, keep this name in your heart, even after you go to hell, don't forget to kill your man!"

In an instant, the world faded!

The terrifying spiritual pressure that is huge enough to affect the celestial phenomenon is overwhelming like a tsunami!

The figure in front of me was suddenly lifted hundreds of feet high, like a huge mountain beyond reach, exuding an aura that swallows everything and even light and sound like an abyss. The air suddenly became heavy and sticky. You need to do your best to breathe.

this moment.

It feels like... facing the raging ocean.

Waves of raging waves that set off one after another from heaven and earth seemed to be able to break his lonely boat to pieces at any time!

What a terrible Reiatsu...

How can there be... such a monster in the world?

Even when facing Lord, he didn't feel such a terrible Reiatsu.

The muscles and bones just endured this spiritual pressure, which gave him the feeling of being run over by a heavy truck. The whole body seemed to be irritated as if it was overcharged. The pores on the upper and lower parts of the body suddenly contracted and closed, and cold sweat instantly seeped from behind. Come out and wet the death tyrant pretending to be wet.

The captain of the eleventh squad...

It is said that it is the only one who inherited the name of "Sword Eight" in the contemporary era, and the combat ability is among the leaders in the entire corpse soul world.

I just didn't expect, how could his luck be so memorized?

It didn't take long for the eleventh squad that had just faked it, and it ran into the captain of the eleventh squad. He seriously suspected that he was cursed by the goddess of fate!

"Hey...Aren't you ready to draw your sword?"

Gengmu Jianba held the jagged Zanpaku Knife ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a grinning smile: "If the prey you meet is hard to come by, if the performance is too weak, it would be too disappointing."

boom--! ! !

An extremely cold, monstrous killing intent, as if thousands of swords had penetrated his body.

Obviously the other party just stood there and didn't move, but Frank felt that he had died a million times, as if he was shocked by the killing intent, and he didn't make any response for a long time.

"Hey, hey, give me some reaction."

Gengmu Jianba tilted his head, seemingly disappointed and said, "Are you the only one with this degree?"

Frank took a deep breath, forced his brain to calm down, and then raised the spiritual pressure in his body to the peak in one breath, and shouted in a nearly hysterical voice: "Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless-pale justice!"

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