Nightmare Attack

"I should have killed you directly back then." The middle-aged man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his cuffs, revealing his scarred wrists, "Today I want to make up for my past mistakes."

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Hearing that Zhou Jinwu's corpse laughed even more exaggeratedly, his eyes were hanging up strangely, revealing large whites, "Sir, you really don't cry without seeing the coffin, do you still think it was back then? Now I'm also S-rank, Today...I'm going to dig that door out of you!"

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Before he finished speaking, several figures rushed out from the end of the corridor. There were guards with stiff expressions, and women with short hair and smart dresses... These people, like Zhou Jinwu, were made into puppets, and they were walking strangely at the moment. rushed towards the middle-aged man.

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"Hee hee hee……"

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Without any hesitation, the middle-aged man suddenly drew a pistol from his arms.

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It's an old-fashioned revolver with a scary caliber and a badly worn ivory handle.

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"boom!"

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The gun flame ejected from the muzzle instantly illuminated the man's stern face. The bullet with huge kinetic energy did not fly towards the puppet that was rushing towards him, but seemed to miss and flew towards the ceiling in the distance.

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With a scream, a figure fell from the dark ceiling.

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He is a thin and rickety guy, wearing the kind of colorful clothes worn by street jugglers in the old days.

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Beside him, half of his arm was lost.

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Naturally, the puppet master huddled into a ball and cried out for help with his broken arm in pain. This large-caliber bullet directly tore his limbs. If he hadn't reacted quickly, this shot would have blasted his head.

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After the puppet master was seriously injured, all the puppets lost control and fell to the ground. The middle-aged man shot at the puppet master's head without hesitation.

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The puppet master's face became distorted, time seemed to be slowed down infinitely at this moment, and he could even see the trajectory of the warhead.

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The middle-aged man suddenly frowned.

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It doesn't seem, it's true!

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But it wasn't time that was being slowed down, it was his movements and the speed of the warhead's advance.

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There was an invisible resistance blocking them, as if the whole person was immersed in water.

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At the same time, there was an ethereal chanting sound, and it was impossible to tell the location at all, and the strange singing seemed to come from all directions.

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Taking advantage of this opportunity, a piece of black cloth suddenly appeared beside the puppet master, and a person jumped out of the black cloth, a black top hat, a tuxedo, a white shirt, white leather shoes, and a scepter hooked in his hand.

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The man dressed as a magician picked up the black cloth to wrap the puppet master, tapped the scepter, and the next second, the bullet came as promised, tearing the black cloth and the person inside instantly, and the huge impact even pushed the person out a few meters. In the distance, a large blood flower bloomed on the ground.

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The person inside was not accidentally smashed, but the important thing is that the person inside is not a puppet master at all, but another tall person!

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After doing all this, the magician bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, made a curtain call, raised his head and revealed a pale and sick face, "Sir, how have you been recently?" The magician waved his hands The scepter, "We people... but we look forward to your death every day!"

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The middle-aged man calmly looked at the strange man in front of him. This man was also his acquaintance. He was nicknamed the Magician. thing.

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Like the puppet master, he also caught him with his own hands and sent him to prison.

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"Since you're here, don't hide." The middle-aged man stood up straight, "Come out!"

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"Ah, the slave's house has been discovered, hehehe..." A burst of soft laughter rippled like a wave, and a woman wearing a gauze with bandages slowly stepped out from behind the corridor wall.

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The woman looks charming and attractive, her skin glowing white, and her winking eyes are even more captivating.

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Seeing the middle-aged man looking at him, the woman stood still and bowed to salute, "The slave family has seen the minister, did the minister smell the butterflies on the slave's body?"

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"Oh, saucy girls, you still attract Diexiang, you should cover up the body odor on your body!" A rough man with a knife on his back walked out from behind the middle-aged man, spat on the ground, and said in a loud voice: " The Minister obviously smelled the blood on my knife!"

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"We have to finish work when we have time to speak, hurry up, this is the headquarters of the executive department after all!" Another cold voice said, no one was seen, only a vague figure was left on the wall.

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"It's not easy to come out, so you're a spoiler!" The rough man with the knife on his back tore off the machete behind his back, and the blade was densely covered with tooth marks.

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"Puppet master, magician, dancer, sword demon..." The middle-aged man tilted his head to look at the illusory shadow on the wall, and said with emphasis: "And you, the singer, all of you... are here."

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The sword demon waved the big knife in his hand, his face full of frenzy before swallowing blood, two copper bell-like eyes bulging out, densely covered with bloodshots, "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have ended up like that, today. , I will sacrifice your life to my knife!"

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The magician yin and yang laughed angrily: "Don't you like to collect the enemy's weapons, Dao Demon? This is the head of the executive department, and his gun is very meaningful."

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Looking at the silver spear in the middle-aged man's hand, the enthusiasm in the demon's eyes receded slightly, he turned his head and scolded the magician: "Fuck you bastard, don't you just want me to be the first to have **** with him? Do you work hard, and then you idiot think about getting a bargain in the end, I tell you, don’t even think about it, you can’t fool me with your little tricks!”

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"I want to join everyone!" The sword demon waved a big knife, and the blade was aimed at the middle-aged man.

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"But we are also S-rank after all. Five people beat one of the Minister, how ugly it is to hear it!" The dance girl's boneless waist twisted, but the smile on her face betrayed what she was thinking.

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"Jie Jie Jie..." The magician smiled recklessly and tapped the ground with his scepter, "Everyone, listen to me, I have a good idea, today we will kill everyone in this building. Is that all right, the dead... will never spread the news here!"

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"Hurry up!" Enduring the pain, the puppet master hiding at the end urged sharply, looking at the broken arm not far away, he wished he could stab the middle-aged man alive.

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"What's the hurry! I've endured it for decades, and I still care how many minutes it is now?!"

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The magician who was repeatedly urged was a little impatient. He enjoyed the current situation very much, which reminded him of how he was cornered by a middle-aged man back then. It was really a feng shui turn!

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The puppet master just wanted to argue, but thinking of his current situation, it was wise to shut up.

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The magician turned to the middle-aged man with a mocking smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and as he walked, the heels of the leather shoes hit the ground and made a very loud clack, "Let me guess... Our Minister is now What are you thinking about?" He pulled the long tone intentionally, "Ah, I guessed it, the Minister must be thinking about delaying time, and then waiting for his good brother Gong Zhe to come down from the sky and come to save him like a savior, right?"

The magician's expression was even more exaggerated, and at this moment, his morbidity and madness showed incisively and vividly, "But my dear Minister, I regret to inform you that Gong Zhe, please don't wait any longer, he will not come. !"

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"Because he didn't hear from you at all!"

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"Can't you figure out why?" The magician pretended to be surprised, like a monologue in a stage play, "Hee hee hee, because your subordinate deputy minister betrayed you!"

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"Mr. Wu Houde! He knows current affairs better than you. We can all stand here today thanks to Mr. Wu who drove us in, otherwise..." The magician smiled and exhaled: "It's really a troublesome thing. !"

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"Traitors have no good end." The middle-aged man said calmly.

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While talking, the magician kept his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man's face, but after realizing that the middle-aged man didn't have the kind of expression he wanted, his face became distorted.

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What he wants is the fear of middle-aged people, and even begging them to let him go, just like... what he did back then.

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"Master Minister." The magician threatened: "Don't you have anything to say, we... but we're going to send you on your way."

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"The journey is smooth." The middle-aged man raised the muzzle, aimed at the magician and pulled the trigger.

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Faced with this nightmare pistol, the magician was so scared that he couldn't help it, and immediately buckled the black cloak on his body, and in the next instant, the cloak lost its support and fell to the ground, and the person inside disappeared out of thin air.

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The magician, who reappeared not far away, was panting heavily, and a strange ruddy appeared on his pale face.

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It was angry, anxious and angry, because the middle-aged man didn't shoot at all!

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"Trash." The middle-aged man shook his head.

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"Go together!"

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This time, the magician roared furiously, his slender voice broke, and he threw out a few playing cards at the middle-aged man, then immediately took out his scepter and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

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Unwilling to be left behind, the sword demon waved the big sword in his hand. The blade seemed to have some kind of strange feeling with the sword demon, and it made a humming sound.

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"Oh, stop fighting, you're scaring the slave family..." The dancer showed a weird smile, then stared at the middle-aged man and began to dance. A pair of light chestnut soft and weak eyes turned into lavender, with brilliance inside. Circulation, very flirtatious.

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And as the dancer twisted, a pair of soft, boneless and slender hands stretched out from behind the middle-aged man, and then stroked his cheeks, eyebrows, chest, and a few very dishonest touches down .

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The middle-aged man was unmoved. He first turned sideways to avoid a few poker cards that attacked like sharp blades, and then turned around and aimed a shot at the knife demon.

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The sword demon couldn't dodge in time, so he could only block it with a horizontal sword. The bullet hit the blade and rubbed sparks. The huge kinetic energy forced the sword demon back, and then slammed it with a savage punch, hitting the magician's chest.

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This punch pierced through the thin magician without any suspense, but it was unbelievable that there was no blood flowing out. The magician smiled strangely at the middle-aged man, and his body exploded instantly, turning into countless cards all over the sky. fly.

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The cards were as sharp as blades, and the middle-aged man's cheeks and body were cut as it fell.

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The black cloak appeared behind the middle-aged man, and the magician jumped out of it, raised his scepter, and slammed it on the man's shoulder, "Go to hell!"

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The middle-aged man reacted very quickly. Just as he was about to dodge, someone suddenly jumped down from the ceiling and hugged him tightly with his arms outstretched. In a panic, the man turned sideways and used the man who hugged him to resist the magician's attack.

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A seemingly lightweight scepter suddenly shattered when it touched the body, revealing a slender three-edged knife inside. The blade directly cut off the body of the man who was hugging the man, and then cut the man's arm.

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The middle-aged man took a kick and kicked the magician upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

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"Hehehe..." The puppet master who controlled the puppet with one hand had a grim expression, "Don't ignore Mr. O, let me take you on your way too!"

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The ethereal chant sounded again, but this time the distance was very close, and a vague figure appeared beside the middle-aged man. The huge resistance pressed down like a mountain, giving the middle-aged man no chance to breathe at all.

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The middle-aged man's body suddenly became heavy. If he was immersed in water before, this time he was immersed in glue.

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Even movements like raising the arms seem to be slowing down.

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"It's now!"

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After the dance girl gave a sharp cry, countless slender hands poured out, layer upon layer, covering the middle-aged man's eyes tightly, even drowning his entire face.

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The sword demon who had been waiting for a long time jumped up suddenly, waving the big sword in his hand, aiming at the middle-aged man who had been restrained and slashing.

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"boom!"

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The middle-aged man finally broke through the barrier of resistance, raised the muzzle, aimed at the singer's position in consciousness, and fired a blind shot.

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Such a close distance~www.readwn.com~ The huge kinetic energy accurately hit the phantom figure's body, tearing him apart directly, and the two bodies flew backwards, hitting the wall, blood splashing everywhere .

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At this moment, the high-level disciple named Singer revealed his true colors.

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It was an old man with white hair, wearing a Tai Chi suit. At this moment, the old man's face was full of incredulity. It seemed that he couldn't understand why the person who died would be him.

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Obviously, his ability should be the one with the strongest self-protection among these people.

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"Pfft!"

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Another jet of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ceiling. A human head spun around in mid-air with inertia, then rolled to the ground, and stopped until it hit a wall.

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The Dao Demon gasped heavily, raised his ghost-headed sword, and in front of him was a headless corpse, with a pistol with a white smoke at the muzzle clutching tightly in his hand.

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"Fuck!" The sword demon spat at the head and said viciously: "Damn, this guy really has two brushes. If the singer hadn't been able to limit his abilities, we would be dead today."

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The magician, covering his chest with blood on the corners of his mouth, came over, first kicked the middle-aged man's corpse, then threw out a white handkerchief, which turned bigger and bigger, until it finally covered the middle-aged man. corpse.

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On the other side, the short and wretched puppet master grabbed the head on the ground.

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