Nightmare Attack

Chen Ran's hand rested on the table, and her fingertips tapped lightly, making a beeping sound, "I hope so, General Chen." Chen Ran turned her face to the side with a playful tone.

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And General Chen didn't seem to notice the strangeness in Chen Ran's tone, and his eyes were still sincere and firm.

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A dull footstep sounded from outside the corridor. Although dull, it was very fast. Two completely different feelings were mixed together, giving people an inexplicable unease.

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"boom!"

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The wooden door was pushed open with force, and a man in a gray cloak rushed into the room, "I understand you want to clean up the executive department, but why did you destroy the Xi family!" Bingzhuren asked angrily.

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The man stared at by Bingzhuren sat behind the huge desk. The room was very dark, and only a vague figure could be seen clearly, giving people an unreal illusion.

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"The Xi family secretly colluded with that old guy in Luo Yunshan, preparing to serve as the military's inner responder among us. I had no choice but to clean them up." The man raised his head, with a very young voice different from his temperament.

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"The Xi family is one of the 13 families after all. If you do anything to the Xi family, you will break the rules and you will suffer a big disaster!" Bingzhuren clenched his fists, and if the opposite party changed, he would shoot directly.

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But this person can't, after all, his identity is...

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"Hee hee hee..." A piercing laughter sounded out of time.

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Bingzhuren turned around abruptly and shouted, "Who is it?!"

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An old-fashioned table lamp lit up faintly, revealing several figures on the sofa. A good-looking woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Hee hee, this is the candle holder, the slave family is polite."

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Staring at the woman for a while, Bingzhu talent asked tentatively, "Are you a dancer?"

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"It's rare for a big man like you to remember the slave family." The dancer patted her chest lightly and pretended to be frightened, "The way you looked when you came in just now really frightened the slave family."

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After recognizing the dancer, Bingzhuren's eyes swept across the faces of the people on the sofa. Soon, from his eyes, he probably knew the identities of these people.

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Dancer, puppet master, magician... Near the edge, there was a big sword with a ghost head thrown on the table, and he also knew the black-faced man who was sneering at him, nicknamed the Dao Demon.

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They are a group of guys who were famous many years ago, but have disappeared for a long time.

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But compared to these, what attracted his attention more was the silver pistol stuck in the waist of the sword demon.

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"You did it?!" Bingzhuren's eyes widened.

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"What's the matter, do you want to thank us too?" Dao Demon laughed arrogantly without any scruples, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the silver spear, "Damn Executive Department, you are vulnerable in front of Lao Tzu!"

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"Although Lao Tzu helped you, it's not in vain. You are so famous, Bingzhuren, you must have a lot of good things in your hands. Quickly take them out and honor your Master Swordsman."

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Bingzhuren's status among the night watchmen is revered. How could he ever be reprimanded like this? He was furious, waved his sleeve robe, and a candlestick appeared in his hand instantly, with a white candle burning faintly above it, emitting a miserable green light.

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"you wanna die!"

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With the candlestick as the center, the surrounding area of ​​about 5 meters was instantly shrouded in darkness, the space became distorted, and the darkness invaded the position of the sword demon on the sofa.

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"Does Lord Bingzhu also want to try our strength?" The magician's eyes glowed with enthusiasm, and his eyes became blood red. After receiving the agreed benefits, his strength was even higher than before.

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A few poker cards were like arrows from the strings, shooting towards the candle holder, so fast that they even made a sound of breaking through the air.

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But a strange scene appeared. After the playing cards came into contact with the darkness, they disappeared without a sound.

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The pervading darkness seemed to have a strange stickiness, and what was even more terrifying was that from time to time there were terrifying roars coming from the darkness, as if there were beasts from another world hidden inside.

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Just after Bingzhuren planned to teach these unsightly things, the next second, his footsteps stopped, and countless pale hands rushed out from the ground and grabbed his legs. The dance girl looked at him with a half-smile, purple light in her eyes. .

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His arms were also imprisoned by a strange force. They were invisible filaments, and a few others had wrapped around his neck. It seemed that with such a gentle pull, his head could be twisted. break.

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"Bingzhuren, you dare to talk to us like this, this is the price!" The puppet master with only one left arm was red-eyed at the moment, as if he was in a state of extreme excitement. What's even more strange is that his broken arm has grown long. The bone stubble came out, and the bone stubble was covered with twisted and ugly granulation. It seemed that it would not take long for his broken arm to grow back.

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"Yesterday I slaughtered the head of the executive department. Today, you will die for me too!" The sword demon's laughter was like a surging wave.

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The blade left a phantom in the air and shot towards Bingzhuren, and even the sticky darkness on Bingzhuren's side was split open by a knife. At the critical moment, the man who was sitting finally shot.

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A gentle force removed the sharp blade, and then the invisible threads and arms that wrapped around Bingzhuren also dissipated quietly. A man who looked about 30 years old appeared behind Bingzhuren.

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The man stretched out **** and took the magician's blade that came behind Bingzhu at an unknown time, facing the magician's blade stabbed in the back of his head, "Enough." It means, but the magician's face changed suddenly, "Deng Deng Deng" took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

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His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest, hitting the cage-like soft underbelly, causing him to twitch the corners of his mouth in pain.

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After doing all this, the man turned around, looked at Bingzhuren who was still breathing heavily, and said coldly, "Go down first, it's none of your business here."

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After Bingzhuren stumbled away, the dancer just wanted to say something when she met the man's eyes, and a chill pierced through her body in an instant. She had never seen such eyes before.

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His pupils are silver, very light in color, and they are rare double pupils.

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Just staring into his eyes, there is a feeling of being swallowed in.

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Is this the ability of the Night's Watch President?

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The dancer was suddenly a little afraid, and the arrogant sense of power after absorbing the reward given by the president also subsided a lot.

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"Everyone has worked hard, and I have to ask you for the next thing." The man laughed suddenly, and the sense of oppression that shrouded everyone disappeared.

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The puppet master unnaturally tugged at the front of his clothes, "Don't worry, President, since we got your reward, we will naturally complete what you explained."

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The man tilted his head and smiled and said, "It's serious, we're just cooperating, we can't talk about explaining things, but if you are willing to help each other, then our grasp will be even greater, and we can share the new world in the future."

Thinking of the plan that the man told them not long ago, several people present could not help but breathe quickly. In a world completely dominated by disciples, the door is no longer a curse that restricts them, but a miracle!

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Ordinary people are only qualified to be driven by them, they... are the gods of the new world!

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"What an exciting new world!" The Sword Demon laughed.

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His rough laughter seemed to detonate the excitement of these people. More and more people laughed along, and the laughter overlapped. There are far more than Dao Demon, magician, and dancer. Behind them, there are also many others. Have.

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These people leaned against the wall, or sat cross-legged directly on the ground, and some of them twisted and hung upside down from the ceiling, their blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness, like a group of irrational beasts.

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"Kill! Kill everything that doesn't open your eyes!"

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"After being closed for so long, I'm finally going to loosen my muscles..."

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"The smell of blood is really nostalgic."

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"Those ordinary people who reject us are just afraid of our ability, they are afraid of us! Hey, they must learn to respect, we are the gods in this world!"

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"Kill! Kill them all!"

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"Hee hee hee……"

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"Hahaha!!"

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The laughter became more and more exaggerated and distorted. The man looked at the presumptuous figure in front of him with an intoxicated smile. He held up a glass of wine and raised it with a smile.

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"New world!"

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"New world!!"

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As night fell, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city beneath his feet.

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He still held a glass of wine in his hand.

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At this moment, right under his feet, in an empty square about tens of meters away, a group of once famous disciples are being disguised as various identities. Next, they are going to their respective target cities.

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The imperial capital and Longhai are the most prosperous and important cities in this country.

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"We've been silent for too long, it's time to teach those big men a lesson, otherwise they think we don't dare." A dull, hoarse voice sounded behind the man.

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There were no waves on the man's face, and he was still looking down at everything under his feet, "Uncle Ghost, it's really hard for you to act with me in such a good show."

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When Bingzhuren heard the word Uncle Gui, his expression suddenly became a little frightened, "Don't call it that, you are now the president of the night watchman, your status..."

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"Uncle Ghost, it didn't hurt anywhere." The man turned his head and showed concern in his eyes.

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When Bingzhuren saw this scene, a rare warmth appeared on the thin dead man's face. He stretched out his arm, which was covered with bloodstains left by the puppet master's silk thread cutting, as well as dark blue palm prints. , The palm print is slender, obviously a woman's hand.

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As Bingzhuren slowly clenched his fists, a strange scene appeared. The blood and palm prints were slowly peeled off from the skin as if they had been expelled, and then disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

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"These arrogant guys really think they have reached the S-rank?" Bingzhuren retracted his arms, looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, and shook his head disdainfully, "Five people went to kill an S-rank, and the strongest one was counter-killed. , and one person was seriously injured, and such a record has the face to come back."

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The man smiled lightly when he heard the words, "A group of dying people, Uncle Gui, don't bother with them."

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"It's a bunch of idiots who want to share the new world with us, so they deserve it?!" Bingzhuren seemed to have thought of something, and a look of unwillingness appeared on his face, "It's a pity, the heritage we have accumulated over the years will still be lost to them. Take part of it."

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"This is something that can't be helped. If you don't hand over those contracts to them, they can't improve their strength in a short period of time." The man said, "Unfortunately, they were overwhelmed by the thrill of gaining strength, and they only cared about improving their strength, thinking that Touching the threshold of S-rank is actually only on the verge of being completely eroded, and their door is squeezing their last vitality."

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"Even if no one cares about them, they won't live long."

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Bingzhuren sneered: "So they are all time bombs at the moment. Whether they succeed or not, they will explode. We just need to wait for the moment when the explosion sounds."

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"At the same time, every big city has detonated high-level supernatural events. Just thinking about it makes people intoxicated." Bingzhuren took a deep breath, with a grim expression, "It's a breathtaking beauty."

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The man stood in front of the window and took a sip of the wine in the glass. The bright red wine hung on the wall of the glass, giving it the texture of blood. "Luo Yunshan's dark army is nothing to worry about, and we have also exhausted the crimson red. , now..." The man paused, his eyes sharpened immediately, "It's just that the military's trump card didn't show up, we're going to fish out their trump card."

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"These old foxes always want to take advantage of the fishermen. This time I think they are protecting the lives of tens of millions of people in the capital, or they should continue to hide and watch these people die!"

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Overlooking the dozens of cars in the square below his feet, the man gently knocked on the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass, "Everyone, I'll leave the fishing to you~www.readwn.com~ and then raised his head and drank the glass. liquor.

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A white off-road vehicle was driving through the night, the country road was full of potholes, and the vehicle was bumpy. This may also be related to the driver's state of mind. The man in sportswear was shaking all over at the moment, and the car smelled of blood.

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Through the rear-view mirror, I could see two corpses lying in the back row. The corpses had their throats closed with a knife, and there was no chance at all. Their empty eyes were wide open, and blood was dripping on the ground along the seats.

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And the person who killed them, who was sitting in the co-pilot at the moment, was a weirdo dressed as a magician.

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Seemingly sensing the man's gaze, the magician who took off his black top hat smiled hehe: "You just drive to the place I said, and I'll let you go when it's there."

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The man driving the car didn't dare to refute. He was a night watchman, and the three of them were sent to **** this weirdo to the imperial capital. All the documents were ready.

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But shortly after leaving the headquarters, the weirdo in the car suddenly shot and cut the throats of the other two people, then threatened him to close the communication with the headquarters, and then threw him a coordinate and told him to drive immediately.

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This coordinate is very remote. He finally arrived after searching for a long time. It is a place similar to a farm.

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But after he drove the car through the gate, he was surprised to find that there were 3 cars parked in the dilapidated stables of the farm, and these 3 cars set out with them not long ago!

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