The Monster I Was Redeemed

Although the stimulation of superpower exposure is far greater than the curiosity of unknown objects.

However, listening to his tone of "powerful armor" and "curse", it seems that these two things can bring power beyond the limits of human beings? Could it have something to do with your super powers?

With this kind of psychological exploration, Ai Liang decided to continue the cliché with patience.

"I don't know what I'm talking about? Is it useful to pretend to be stupid at this time?"

The guy who calls himself Mask No. 3 speaks with an air of superiority inside and out.

If this guy goes to a fantasy movie and dubs a non-human villain, he'll be able to match it perfectly.

"If you're going to use this kind of crazy talk or movie settings to persuade me to join your so-called organization, forget it. I'm not interested in mutual aid groups composed of paranoid patients."

Ai Liang inferred his character from the tone of his conversation, deliberately using a questioning tone.

"Hehe, don't use your ignorance to speculate on this world! Let me guess, is it the short knife or the flying knife you used?"

The other party was not stupid enough to be carried away by a question or two, and did not reveal more information about the powerful armor or the curse, but made a nonsensical guess about the items held by Ai Liang.

"Forget it, none of these matters. I'm giving you one last chance. Would you like to join us?"

"Before asking, shouldn't you introduce your organization?" Ai Liang asked rhetorically.

"You don't need to know, what should be told to you after you join will naturally be told to you."

It's really "secret" enough. If they organize the personnel department with all such people, can they really recruit employees?

"If I can't have a basic understanding of your organization, then I refuse."

"what a pity."

The man took off and turned off the headset and said to his fellow tech nerd sitting in front of the computer, "Blow him up."

"Are you sure? Even if he lied, he can join the combat department with his throat-cutting skills. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to kill him directly?"

"I suspect that he has a spell, his skills are not worth mentioning compared to the spell." Mask No. 3 said lightly with his arms around him.

"Tsk, you're the captain, what you say is what you say."

The tech house is a little dissatisfied with the masked man's jealous attitude, and he doesn't know how many people died under what he called "doubt".

But he is the captain in name after all, and he still has to listen to the orders that he should listen to.

There was a sudden electric sound from the headset.

"Are you dead?"

"I don't know." The companion in front of the computer picked up the happy water and took a big gulp, then hiccupped.

"The explosives in the phone are enough to blow up an iron door. Unless the guy can throw the phone out the moment before the explosion, there is a high probability that he will not survive."

The man who claimed to be Mask No. 3 didn't think so: "What if that guy picked up a defensive spell or a colony armor?"

The technical nerd looked at the stunned masked man and said to dispel his unrealistic thoughts: "Come on, don't you know how rare things like curses and colonized armor are? Go outside. I said No. 3, don't keep daydreaming like this, even if he really has it, we won't necessarily use it, and we still have to turn it in in the end."

"Don't forget, someone snatched a batch of armor from the organization ten years ago. The name Cutthroat Maniac happened to be spread at that time, and he probably got one of the lost armor by accident, otherwise What a coincidence in the world!"

The masked man ignored the advice of his teammates and thought to himself: "Since I can use the mask of Mr. Thousand Faces, I can also use curses and powerful armors! Have you seen that kind of power and are you willing to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life!"

The technical house didn't take it seriously: "Maybe they have real skills, and their reputation is all based on their own martial arts. Who said they must borrow foreign objects?

This kind of person in the combat department is not a big one. "

In order to corroborate his own statement, the technical house gave an example.

"Besides, most of those things will turn people into short-lived ghosts, and I haven't lived enough. I'd rather be a technician than become a ghost."

Mask No. 3 sneered at the idea of ​​the tech house: "So what, what is the use of ordinary people's power in front of those weird monsters? It's not that you die when you die, and short-lived ghosts are better than vain ghosts."

The tech nerd didn't bother to argue with this obsessive guy, and put his eyes back on the computer screen.

Seeing that the technical house does not speak, the masked man is also a little sober: "The explosion is not small, I will call to warn the intelligence dealer, there are really good things so that he will not be caught first."

Having said that, Mask No. 3 actually understands in his heart that the Hermit is likely to gain fame by skill, but his luck does not allow it.

What if, what if the hermit really has a curse?

The thirst for extraordinary power makes the masked man unwilling to admit that the hermit has gained fame by his own strength. He just wants to regard the hermit as a lucky person who accidentally obtained a curse and find an excuse to kill the corpse.

"Tsk, I see."

The techie didn't look back, looking at the computer screen to encrypt the call.

Seeing that the tech house ignored him and the masked man didn't want to make fun of himself, he stared at the bar's monitor and dialed Moose's number.

At this time, the masked man suddenly grinned and said, "The hermit is fine."

The phone hadn't been dialed yet, but the masked man saw Ai Liang's figure through the bar's monitor, but the next moment, the monitor was destroyed.

"He has nothing to do with that kind of explosion! This guy must have something special! Hurry up and contact others..."

Seeing that the masked man actually wanted to contact the fighters sent by Mr. Thousand Faces, the sensitive nerves of the technical house were touched, and the anger that had been held for a long time broke out: "Are you awake! That group of people can be moved by us. Don't forget the purpose of Mr. Thousand Faces this time, we have to finish the matter that broke him!"

The masked man wanted to say something else, but when it came to personal safety, as the saying goes, the clay figurine still has three points of fire, and the technical house will no longer follow his temperament.

He couldn't help but yelled: "You know the curse and curse every day, if you really had the talent, you would have already entered the high-level and would have been transferred to the field? Leave it there all day to daydream! I'm on the same level as you! Usually I'm too lazy to get along. You earn, this mission involves the laboratory of the Asian Union, if you screw up, I will be the first to crash you!"

After the harsh words, the technical house slammed out the door, leaving the masked man alone in the room.

The scolding from the tech house made a shadow flash in the masked man's eyes.

......

On the eve of the explosion, Ai Liang threw the phone out after the communication was over.

Since the person on the opposite side can lock the operation interface, they will definitely observe the situation here through the mobile phone camera, so Ai Liang did not use telekinesis but chose the safest way.

"Hey, are you alright?"

The sudden loud noise made him a little scared. Could it be that there was a time bomb in that box? Moose shouted in the direction of the bar with some trepidation in his heart.

"fine."

Ai Liang walked out from behind the bar unscathed and picked up a puck and smashed the monitor.

"...I just give you something according to the client's request. I really don't know what's in it."

Mu Si stood beside Ai Liang like a pupil who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher. He was as honest as he wanted.

"I know, the camping gear I want."

"......You're angry?"

"I do not have."

"Are you angry..."

"I do not have."

"You're obviously angry!" Moose shouted with a vibrato to distance himself from Ai Liang.

"...If you don't bring what I want, I'll slit your throat."

Mu Si was relieved to hear Ai Liang's naked threat, smashed the big backpack beside his feet on the bar and said, "I'm ready!"

Ai Liang stared at Mo Si strangely.

What is his image in his eyes? Or is it that people in the business of intelligence commerce are so cheap that they won't be motivated if they don't say something cruel?

Leaving the matter of this cheap bone behind, Ai Liang made a rough inspection, and after confirming that the equipment was complete, she raised her hand and put the large mountaineering bag of more than 20 kilograms on her shoulders.

After tying the straps, Ai Liang said: "The people who are looking for me have a lot of background. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better go out to avoid the limelight."

"That's what I planned. That person's spending is terrifying. Dealing with this kind of person is either death or injury. I still understand that." Moose arranged the recent process with his mobile phone and then handed over a business card: "Well, this is the contact information of that Xia Qinian. It's up to you to contact him or not."

Ai Liang took the business card and put it in his pocket.

The black market is not as simple as asking acquaintances for their mobile phone numbers. If you want to meet someone, you can only ask someone to introduce you and send your contact information and wait for the other party to call you.

Just like in ancient times, if you wanted to get acquainted with a certain high-ranking official in the court, you had to find someone to introduce you. As for whether others see you or not, it depends on your mood.

If you think about it this way, it seems that modern society is not much different from ancient times.

Ai Liang took the motorcycle key and left from the secret door of the bar, which led directly to the nearby underground parking lot.

Only Moss and Ai Liang knew about this secret door. Most of the ash vehicles in the parking lot were prepared by Moss to make it easier to escape after being chased and killed.

Ai Liang simply wiped the dust off the motorcycle, tied the mountaineering bag to the back seat and drove out of the city.

......

Two hours later, in the middle of the night, after leaving the feasting city, Ai Liang came to a wild country ridge, wandering like a ghost in the mountains and forests that could not be seen.

Motorcycles and mountaineering bags are floating behind Ai Liang. There is no surveillance here, and there is no crowd. He doesn't need to hide his abilities.

The reason why Ai Liang chose to wear this black leather hooded windbreaker to meet Moose was not to fit the image of a hermit, but to prepare for the camping in the mountains tonight.

Weeds and bushes are overgrown on the barren hills, and there is no road at all. Shirts and pants are easily torn. Wearing a windbreaker is more convenient than wrapping your body with telekinesis all the time.

I have to say that the windbreaker is really very convenient. It can be used as a raincoat in rainy days. Many weapons and knives can be hung on the inside of the clothes. It is easy to clean up the bloodstains from killing people. You only need to put the clothes in the basin and pour disinfectant bubbles. For a while, no smudges will be left.

It's no wonder that the killers in the movie like to commit crimes in trench coats and raincoats.

The dark environment did not affect Ai Liang's sight at all. He climbed all the way to the top of the mountain with his luggage and equipment, and finally chose a relatively flat small open space halfway up the mountain.

Ai Liang used telekinesis to dig a large circular pit with a radius of two meters and set up a tent at the bottom of the pit.

After the erection was completed, Ai Liang also moved the motorcycle down and placed a 'roof' made of crossed branches and leaves at the entrance of the cave. Then he thoughtfully used boulders to press down half of the entrance of the cave, and the excavated soil and rocks were piled up around.

Ai Liang didn't have any artistic bacteria, and the mound looked like a lonely grave from a distance, but he didn't care about such trivial matters. It was dozens of kilometers away from the nearest town, and no one saw it anyway.

Even a camping traveler would not choose such a barren mountain with no roads.

As for why the tent is set up underground, the reason is actually very simple.

The mountains were deserted, and there were a lot of wild animals. Ai Liang didn't want to sleep for a few days and wake up to find that the clothes torn into strips were covered with stinky saliva, or animals such as bears, blinds, wolves and other animals were sleeping in the tent.

Ai Liang got into the tent and closed the zipper to seal the tent. Anyway, his body didn't need to breathe, which would prevent some bugs from getting in.

After making all the preparations, Ai Liang slowly closed her eyes and started a long spiritual treatment.