Mysterious journey

Inside a purpose-built hotel room in South Africa.

"Stupid!!" Garen slapped his bald head and sent it flying.

The bald body rolled and flew several meters away, knocking over several tables and chairs. He only dared to lie half on the ground and did not dare to get up. He didn't dare to wipe the blood flowing from his head.

"Thinking that you are strong enough to be an enemy of everyone, a simple thing has become so troublesome because of your arrogance and arrogance!" Garen looked cold.

The bald man lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

The remaining Nighthawk members also lowered their heads and did not dare to move. The room was quiet except for the violent beating of their hearts. These members were covered in sweat, and their muscles were twitching unconsciously from time to time. Some of them had their lips bitten and bleeding, but they did not dare to make any move.

"They can't even handle this thing well, they're a bunch of losers!" Garen was angry. Although he didn't teach these elites too much, but no matter what, they were also the elites of the mercenary world, and with the existence of the secret skill of projection, then They are the top elite among the elite. And now he is being made so miserable by a guy without extraordinary power.

This was a slap in the face.

But punishment is also punishment, and what needs to be done is still done.

"Make a list of the forces involved in the interception and give me a copy."

He left the room without saying a word and left the room with his hands behind his back.

"It's no longer just a matter of lucky stone clocks."

Garen moved his fists. He hadn't really done anything for a long time, and he didn't know if his skills were new or not.

He returned to his hotel room and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the night view of the entire city of Nonodia.

Countless red and yellow lights converge into rivers of light, outlining the shape of street traffic. Looking from a distance, a huge red circle of light is slowly flowing in the center, which is the flow of countless traffic.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Gallon gently took off his custom-made black leather gloves, revealing his frighteningly white and perfect hands underneath.

White and delicate, as if carved from jade, there is no flaw on the palms and forearms, not even pores, just flawless. Under the light of the yellow wall lamp, it shows a strange and magical attraction.

All the brown and yellow items in the hotel room, wall coverings, sofas, large beds, wall lamps, tables and chairs, and even the chandeliers on the ceiling, all seemed to be illuminated with a layer of misty white light at this moment.

That's the weird sheen emanating from the hands.

"Killing Hand." Garen carefully felt the physical and mental changes caused by the operation of the demonic power.

He did not resist, but just integrated into it. He was trying to completely grasp the essence of controlling the magic power, and the prerequisite for completely grasping the control was to integrate first. He could feel that his spirit was changing little by little under the influence of the magic power. But he can also reverse and recover as long as he wants, but he is not opposed to this change.

He has discovered that this secret martial arts of the Forty-Two Demon Kings seems to be completely opposite to the secret martial arts of life.

If we say that the secret martial arts of life is based on the practitioner and transforms itself into a new secret martial arts that matches the physique and mind of the practitioner, this is the secret martial arts adapting to the human body.

Then the secret martial arts of magic is to let the human body adapt to the secret martial arts, and let it change little by little into the physique and mind that is most suitable for practicing magic skills.

The two are completely opposite, but they are two directions of evolution of Miwu.

Different from ordinary secret martial arts, ordinary secret martial arts do not have this kind of change at all. If it is not suitable, it is not suitable, and then forget it.

Compared with ordinary secret martial arts, the advantage and power of magic power is that its practicality is very popular and the threshold is not high.

As long as people's physiques are not too different, they can be transformed by magic skills and gain a certain level of strength through practice.

However, for people with weak minds, this kind of strength will cause them to lose their minds, completely become a slave to the magic power, completely lose their mind, and become a killing machine.

Therefore, magic power is not only the easiest secret martial arts to get started, but also the most dangerous and terrifying secret martial arts. No one can help with this change of mind. The only thing that can be done is the deepest persistence and thoughts of the practitioner to ensure that he does not get lost.

This is an extremely dangerous secret weapon.

Garen defined the Killing Hand in his mind.

While blending in, he was vaguely exploring the nature of magic. This completely different path greatly supplemented and expanded his martial arts.

"The lucky stone clock, I hope it can give me a little surprise."

He looked at the night view of the South African city below, and his mind gradually sank into the operation of Miwu.

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In a certain star hotel in the same city

Several young people dressed like ordinary company employees on the street gathered together and were playing cards. There were piles of red and green bills on the table, which were thrown around from time to time.

Under the deliberately dim light, a man in a gray suit wearing glasses was smoking a cigarette, with wisps of smoke drifting upward.

"How's it going?" he asked in a low, awkward French voice.

"How about what?"

"It took a lot of effort to cripple Nighthawk. We lost one of our biggest enemies. We have to get some benefits, right? We also lost a manpower." Glasses said lightly while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Lei Bo of the man in black is not here. If you want a benefit, go and tell him directly." The OL in black dress across from him replied casually.

"How long have our two families been waiting here? Has it been ten days? I think it should have been, but why are we still the same, with no change at all." A strong black man next to his eyes said impatiently.

"Aren't you waiting for news? Why are you so anxious? Whether it's Leiber or Cohen, if you want to find out the secret in the end, you have to be here. Our manpower is spread everywhere, and there are no traces that can be covered up." The OL girl replied .

"As long as Vincent doesn't leave, we just keep an eye on their movements. Leiber will definitely give them the goods." The black man said in a low voice.

Bang!

Suddenly the door was violently knocked open from the outside.

A burly white man walked in.

"I think we might be in trouble."

He glanced at the few people looking at him.

Someone threw the cards on the table.

"Trouble? Even the strongest nighthawk in this area has been eliminated by us. What else can be considered trouble?" The black man leaned back on the leather chair and turned a few times.

"Unfortunately, I am talking about the nighthawk." The white man replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down. Although several people still maintained smiles on their faces, their eyes suddenly became deeply wary.

"The latest news I just got is that the real boss of Nighthawk is here." The white man said word by word.

"The real boss?" Glasses covered the cards in his hands on the table. For some reason, when several people in the room heard the news, they all felt a chill running through their bodies.

"If I remember correctly, Nighthawks should be the strongest mercenary group in South Africa, right? Their boss has always been bald, the guy known as the African Eagle." Glasses pushed up his glasses, "Now you suddenly run in , tell us he has a real boss? A boss behind the scenes? Will you better tell us you're kidding, really."

The joints of his hand holding the cards turned slightly white, but he didn't notice it at all.

With Leiber's lure design and cooperation, several of their organizations finally paid a heavy price and finally disabled Nighthawk, and even blinded one of the bald eyes.

Nighthawk has lost almost half of its manpower and its strength has been greatly reduced. It has fallen from the throne of the top mercenary group in Africa. Their former enemy mercenary group will never let go of such a golden opportunity and take advantage of it. Taking advantage of others' misfortune and adding insult to injury is a sure thing.

It can be said that from the moment Nighthawk was disabled, they were in an extremely weak situation, and such a situation was fatal in the mercenary world.

But now, someone suddenly rushed in and told them that Nighthawk also had a boss, a boss, and that was their real background.

"This is really funny, isn't it Cassie? Nighthawk is the most powerful mercenary group in Africa. Who is qualified to be their boss? This is simply the most ridiculous joke of the century!"

He didn't realize it, but his hands began to tremble unconsciously, his face became paler and paler, and even his voice trembled faintly.

He laughed, trying to dilute the joke.

But no one in the room laughed.

Only his laughter echoed, growing smaller and smaller until he could no longer laugh.

"I think we may be in big trouble," the OL in black skirt whispered.

"We must work together to find out the details of each other first!" the black man said in a low voice.

"I can't find out his details through my channels." The strong white man walked into the door and locked it with his backhand.

"Everyone works together."

"Yeah, let's work together."

Several people took out their mobile phones or PDAs one after another, and everyone moved quickly and quickly.

But the glasses pressed the wrong button several times. He felt that his fingers were so slippery that he could hardly press the button. He raised his head and glanced at the others. OL's movements were the most normal, but the beads of sweat on her forehead gave her away.

The black man looked relaxed and calm on the surface, but his right leg was shaking rapidly involuntarily.

"Yes!!" the black man shouted suddenly.

"Found out?!" "Say quickly!"

The other people immediately stared at him hurriedly.

"No, no, I mean there is a way!" The black man whispered in a somewhat nagging tone.

"any solution?"

"Look for Vincent and join forces! We are not the only ones who killed Nighthawk. Even if he was from that world, he wouldn't dare to deal with so many forces at the same time, right?" the black man whispered.

Each of them understands that in that world, those who can generally come forward to control the world's forces will not be ordinary characters, nor ordinary characters in that world. Such an existence is not something they can resist.

"Vincent himself doesn't have much power, but behind it is said to be a being from that world. A powerful being."

"I found it." Suddenly the OL girl said, her face suddenly relaxed and tense.

"Okay, okay, that person doesn't exist in that world. He's just a martial artist, an ordinary human being."

Huh. Huh.

Suddenly, a relaxed exhale sounded throughout the room.

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