Nightmare Attack

Under night.

In an inconspicuous black car on the street.

"嚓——"

The burst of flames illuminated a face with a scar on the lower jaw.

The three-dimensional facial features are as sharp as a knife and an axe, especially the pair of eyes hidden in the dark, which are as sharp as a knife aimed at the center of the eyebrows.

The middle-aged man struck an old-fashioned long-handled match and lit the cigarette on his lips.

"hiss--"

After taking a deep breath from the cigarette between his fingers, the middle-aged man threw away the extinguished match. The sound of the violent burning tobacco became increasingly clear in the small space.

He leaned back in his chair and was alone in the car.

There is an old-fashioned black and white mobile phone in front of me.

After a cigarette, the middle-aged man took out a phone card from the inner pocket of his suit and inserted it into the mobile phone in front of him.

After turning on the phone, a series of long-lost startup sounds were emitted.

There is no need to choose, open the address book, there is only one number in it.

The number lay there quietly, as if it were an old man who was dying after not seeing him for many years.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed directly.

After a long wait, the call finally came through.

"He agreed," the middle-aged man said before waiting for the other party to speak, "I have also contacted the people there. I believe that with them here, the lady will be fine.

"Huh——, Huh——"

There were bursts of violent breathing from the other side of the phone, which made the middle-aged man frown slightly. He could even feel the coldness caused by those breaths.

"It's been a long time since someone like this has appeared," a voice finally came from the other side, but the difference was that the voice was extremely cold and mixed with the sound of "sizzling" electricity.

Like a mechanical system synthesized sound.

Plain, cold, without any emotion.

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "According to the information we received, Crimson is very interested in him and has already started trying to contact him in nightmares." He paused, "more than once."

"But please don't worry, we are fully prepared this time, Miss."

"Gong Zhe." The other person suddenly said.

The middle-aged man's expression paused, and he subconsciously sat up straight, like a general listening to the emperor's teachings before setting off for battle.

The muscles in his upper body bulged slightly, stretching his suit tight.

He is far more troublesome than Jiang Cheng imagined.

"Keep an eye on this person," the cold voice continued, "At all costs, we must not let him be corroded by crimson, if necessary."

A few seconds later, this cold voice that sounded like mechanical synthesis began to rise and fall for the first time, "You can give up being cute."

The middle-aged man named Gong Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard this. He subconsciously opened his mouth to say something, but the person on the other side didn't give him a chance.

"We have no time," the other side sighed, "and we can't afford such a loss."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes. After a while, he nodded, "I understand." His voice was hoarse.

The call ended without any goodbyes.

After removing the phone card, the middle-aged man's world became quiet again.

He sat alone in the car, and many fragments filled with fire and blood poured out of the depths of his mind.

He was one of the survivors of that incident, too, along with the man on the other end of the phone.

So only they know the horror of those guys they face.

Slowly raising his arm, the delicate loose cuffs embroidered with gold threads slid down his wrist, revealing a scar that spread down the wrist and was as hideous as a centipede.

The bulging forearm muscles trembled slightly, and the centipede-like scars seemed to come alive.

Few people knew about his past, just as no one knew that the scar on him stretched from the beginning of his wrist to his heart, almost cutting off his entire body.

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

What interrupted his thoughts was the vibrating sound of his cell phone.

Of course it wasn't the black and white phone with the phone card removed, but it was in his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone and was slightly moved by the number displayed on it.

As soon as he was connected, before he could speak, he heard a furious voice, "Uncle Gong, where is that little bastard?"

"Get out of my way!"

This was also Xia Meng's voice, but it sounded slightly distorted. She probably wasn't speaking to herself, but to someone around her.

There were also other people's voices faintly.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly. When leaving, he locked Xia Meng in the car, then ordered his men to watch her, and emphasized not to let her out.

But judging from the results, this ghost girl still tricked the car door into opening.

Of course, it's more likely to be a threat.

Her first reaction after getting out of trouble must be to come and seek revenge on this young man named Jiang Cheng.

Really enemies

The middle-aged man exhaled.

"See if I don't skin him today and use his tendons as a jumping rope!" Xia Meng cursed fiercely. Ever since she met this man named Jiang Cheng, she had started to have bad luck.

After being teased over and over again, Liangzi was finally dead.

"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man said with relief, "Just wait for me there. I will go over right away. I have something to tell you."

After pondering for a moment, he added in a more serious voice: "This is not our territory. If you really cause any big trouble,"

"Snapped."

The other party hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man was holding his mobile phone, unable to call it, but reluctant to put it down, acting a little embarrassed for a moment.

Finally, this inconspicuous black car drove out and merged into the endless flow of Mercedes-Benz traffic.

Soon, the taillights were no longer visible.

"Doctor," the fat man sitting on the sofa, stretching his neck and staring at Jiang Cheng, advised in a low voice, "eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Perhaps because Jiang Cheng was about to enter a nightmare again, especially when it seemed that he would have to face the unknown Crimson, every meal of the fat man was prepared for him as the doctor's last meal.

In the words of the fat man, it is to be prepared and prepared, and no one can lose but the doctor.

The doctor was not polite to him and broke off one of the king crab's legs with a "click".

Then throw it to the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man sheepishly picked up the crab legs and held them in his hands. He didn't want to eat them, but he wasn't willing to put them down. "You eat them first. I'll eat them later."

Jiang Cheng raised his head in confusion, holding a shrimp in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Who told you to eat it?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the crab leg in his hand.

"I want you to peel the shell for me," Jiang Cheng said with his usual cadence, "This way I can eat faster."

Fatty: ""

After the meal, the fat man simply cleaned up the tableware and the kitchen. He really couldn't cheer up for the messy office.

After all, it is unknown whether the doctor can come back alive.

"Doctor," the fat man asked while shaking the water in his hand: "Has that person contacted you?"