This aura is deadly

It was almost 9 o'clock when Badr left the Authority Hospital. Last night's battle cost him a lot and destroyed one of his sacred objects, so he had to make a written report.

Spring is approaching, and the temperature is slowly rising. The Administration has approved a long vacation for Baldur and Diana, and has decided to award medals. They will enjoy the treatment of heroes for a period of time.

But Badr didn't care about this. He was distracted and rarely at a loss.

Asra's three weird girls summoned him through the black sparkle stone necklace, and he must go to the small bar of Deep Anchor to meet them today.

The Black Sparkling Stone Necklace was a strange object that Asra gave to Badr for communication. Its working principle is unknown. It seems that the energy is unlimited, and the communication distance is also astonishingly long.

But having said that, the working principles of strange objects are unknown, which is also one of the important research topics of the current institute.

Although Badr doesn't think they can handle it.

He waved the small black pendant in front of his eyes, and the message "come meet us at 11 noon" was engraved in Badr's mind as if it had been agreed a few days ago.

He carries a notebook with him, which records the time of every meeting with them, so even though he was affected by the pendant's meme, Badr still guessed that this was a new summons.

He got into his SUV and stuffed the small book into the locker. At this time, he saw Diana walking on the phone not far away.

Diana's left arm was thickly bandaged and splinted, and hung from her chest with a strap.

Badr knew very well how powerful the combined monster was that night. Most people might not be able to save their entire arm, but Diana only suffered a dislocation. He had to marvel at her physical fitness.

"Hey, Diana." Badr drove slowly, came to Diana's side, rolled down the window and said hello.

"Okay, I'll hang up. Let's meet at 11 o'clock." Diana glanced at Badr and then hung up the phone.

"Do you have a date? Do you want me to take you for a ride?" Badr smiled.

Diana's current condition cannot drive, so her muscle car is still parked in front of the biscuit factory. People from the administration will help her drive the car back to the underground parking lot of the apartment this morning.

"Well, I have to go to Lafite Road before 11 o'clock, will you go there too?" Diana smiled.

"Lafite Road...11 o'clock." Badr tilted his head, calculated the time, and sent Diana there. He couldn't make it on time. After all, getting from Lafite Road to Shenmao requires crossing a rolling iron area...

"I'd better take the subway. It seems like you're quite busy too." Diana said.

"Yeah, there were a lot of troubles, one after another... but at least the gun was recovered." Badr nodded.

"Hey, do you think the money thief died over there?" Diana asked with a smile.

Badr shook his head. The gun could not have been stolen by Asra, and there were a bunch of killer corpses on the ground at that time. They all carried weapons. Judging from the location where the gun was found, it was obvious that someone deliberately threw it away. of.

"Maybe, anyway, this matter is over. Don't worry about the gun. Diana, how is your arm?" Bader said.

"It's not bad. I won't be able to go to the sword gym for a while. I think I need to develop a new hobby to pass the time, such as reading superhero comics... What about you? I think you look good..." Diana said.

"Fortunately, the wounds are not deep, they are just flesh wounds, but it will inevitably leave ugly scars." Badr smiled, then picked up a book from the passenger seat and shook it.

"Look, I've been watching this recently." Badr said.

"The complete collection of Norse mythology? Are you still going to read this?" Diana couldn't believe it.

"I guess you've read a lot of Wonder Woman comics recently, right?" Balder asked with a smile.

Diana shrugged, forgetting that her left shoulder was still dislocated, she touched the injury and grimaced in pain.

"Take it easy, sister, I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself." Bader smiled, rolled up the window and stepped on the accelerator. From the rearview mirror, he could see Diana waving to him.

There was no conversation along the way. In order to cover his tracks, Badr first drove the car to the Iron Rolling Area, parked it next to a closed noodle shop, and then prepared to take a taxi to Shenmao.

There was an Asian young man in a black suit on the street. When Badr got out of the car, he happened to see him stopping a taxi.

Badr smiled and rushed forward to get into the car first. The young man looked confused.

"Man, that's a nice suit. Thank you for stopping the car." Badr smiled and closed the car door.

He urged the driver to drive, rolled up the window, and looked in the rearview mirror. The young man gave the middle finger to the butt of the car.

"Black people are not very good, they are just selling it..." the young man said angrily.

20 minutes later, Badr got out of the car and came to the small bar again.

After getting the password, Badr arrived at the second floor through the narrow staircase. On the wall in front of him, a room that shouldn't exist appeared.

It was still the same room that had the ancient charm of the Feihuang Republic. Three women in cheongsam were sitting on stools, with exactly the same posture and appearance, but the colors of the cheongsam were different.

Badr plucked up the courage and walked in. When he looked back, the door had disappeared.

"The factory incident has cost many of us. This action was beyond our expectations." The ethereal voice of the woman in black cheongsam sounded.

"We don't know who is stopping us, but it seems to be related to the missing sacrifice!" the woman in red cheongsam said with a smile.

"We have found the gun, but no sacrifice was found in the body. I don't know where he is now. There are no clues." Badr shook his head.

Suddenly, Badr suddenly dwarfed, and his legs felt severe pain from the knees. When he lowered his head, he was surprised to find that both of his calves had been cut off, and he could only be supported by his incomplete knees and arms. .

"Ah!!! Drink!!" Badr was frightened and in pain. He could only watch his blood quickly covering the entire small room floor.

"Incompetent person." The woman in blue cheongsam said coldly.

Badr glanced at him and knew that she had done it just now.

"We are suddenly in a passive situation now." The woman in black cheongsam said calmly.

"Well... the woman from the foundation has also come to this timeline, and some consortiums are also very disobedient. The few people we finally reached a cooperative relationship with were all killed by the killer." The woman in red cheongsam said with a smile.

"The Foundation is not our biggest trouble yet. The company is cleaning up their internal members one by one who have relationships with us or are preparing to break away from them. We must deal with the killer first," said the woman in blue cheongsam.

"What do you want me to do?" Badr asked, sweating profusely.

"Kill the sacrifice, the killer, and the person who entered the Kingdom of Van Hed." The black-robed woman ordered.

"This... this is not something that can be solved overnight... The clues to the sacrifices have been completely cut off. The killer of the consortium... I don't know who it is yet. The man Van Heder, only the back is left..." Bader was in pain road.

"It's not that complicated...because we already know who it is." The woman in the red cheongsam smiled, her bare feet sliding in the blood...the white soles of her feet and toes turned red.

"I could have killed him then." The woman in blue cheongsam said.

"At that time, we spared his life so that he could help us snatch things out of the bank...but we didn't expect that he was a young man and ruined our plan." The woman in black cheongsam said calmly.

"What are you talking about...why can't I understand?" Badr wondered.

The woman in blue cheongsam threw a few playing cards into the bloody water, and various images appeared on the cards, as if they were recorded from a first-person perspective.

An Asian young man in a black suit stood in an empty office with his back to the camera, about to open the door and go out. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the camera in horror, but found nothing.

The same young man escaped from a car that was cut in half, summoned a green sacred dagger and stabbed straight at the camera.

It was still him, in the factory, holding the camera with one hand, thrusting a golden sword under the camera with the other hand, and said: "I'm sorry, everyone has his destiny."