Nightmare Attack

Under the night.

In an unremarkable black car on the street.

"嚓—"

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

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

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

"hiss--"

Taking a deep breath of the cigarette between his mouth and fingers, the middle-aged man threw the extinguished match casually, and the sound of the tobacco burning violently became clearer in the small space.

He leaned back in the chair, he was the only person in the car.

An old-fashioned black-and-white screen mobile phone was in front of him.

After a cigarette, the middle-aged man took out a calling card from the inside 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 activation sounds are emitted.

No need to choose, open the address book, there is only one number.

The number lay there quietly, as if... an old man who hadn't seen him for many years and was about to die.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed it directly.

After a long wait, the phone finally got through.

"He agreed," the middle-aged man said before waiting for the other person to speak, "I have also contacted the people there. I believe that if they are there, there will be nothing wrong with the young lady."

"Hoo-, hoo-"

There were bursts of violent gasps across the phone, and the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and he could even feel the coldness brought by that burst of breath.

"It's been a long time...there hasn't been a person like this," the voice of a person finally heard from the other side, but the difference was that the voice was extremely cold, and it was also mixed with the sound of "Zizi" electric current.

Synthetic sounds like a mechanical system.

Plain, cold, no emotions can be heard.

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "According to the news we got, Crimson is very interested in him and has already tried to contact him in a nightmare," he paused, "more than once."

"But don't worry, we are fully prepared this time, miss her..."

"Gong Zhe." The opposite said suddenly.

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

The muscles of the upper body bulged slightly, tightening the suit.

He was far more tricky than Jiang Cheng imagined.

"Watch this person," the cold voice continued, "At all costs, in any case, he can't be corroded by crimson, if necessary..."

A few seconds later, this cold sound like mechanical synthesis had its ups and downs for the first time, "You can give up cuteness."

Hearing that the middle-aged man named Gong Zhe's pupils shrank suddenly, he subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the other side did not give him a chance.

"We have no time," the other side sighed, "I can't afford...that kind of loss."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes and nodded after a long while, "I see." His voice was hoarse.

There is no farewell, and the call ends here.

After removing the calling card, the world of middle-aged people became quiet again.

He was sitting in the car alone, with many fragments of fire and blood pouring out of his mind.

He was also one of the survivors of that incident, just like the person on the other end of the phone.

So... only they know the horror of the guys they are going to face.

Slowly raising his arm, the exquisite and loose cuffs with golden traces slid down along the wrist, exposing a giant centipede-like scar that spread down the wrist.

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

Few people know his past, just like no one knows, this scar from his wrist extends to the heart, almost cutting off his whole person.

"Om..."

"Om..."

What interrupted his thoughts was the vibration of the phone.

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

He took out his phone, and the number displayed on it moved him slightly.

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

"Go away from me!"

This was also Xia Meng's voice, but it was slightly distorted. It shouldn't be speaking to himself, but to someone around him.

There are other people's voices faintly.

The middle-aged man couldn't help smiling. When he left, he deliberately locked Xia Meng in the car, and then ordered his men to look at her, especially emphasizing not to let her out.

But judging from the results, the ghost girl still cheated to open the door.

Of course, it is more likely to be a threat.

Her first reaction when she got out of trouble was definitely to come over and seek revenge from this young man named Jiang Cheng.

What an enemy...

The middle-aged man exhales.

"Look at me not peeling his skin today and pulling his tendons as a rope jump!" Xia Meng cursed fiercely. Since meeting this man named Jiang Cheng, she has been in bad luck.

After being teased over and over again, this Liangzi is dead.

"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man said relievedly: "You will be there waiting for me, I will go over immediately, and I will tell you something."

After a moment of contemplation, he added in a more serious voice: "This is not our site. If you really cause any serious trouble..."

"Snapped."

The other party hung up.

The middle-aged man was holding a mobile phone, and he couldn't call it, and he was reluctant to put it down, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Finally, this humble black car drove out and merged into the constant flow of Mercedes-Benz with a kick of the accelerator.

Soon, the taillights were gone.

......

"Doctor," the fat man sitting on the sofa, staring at Jiang Cheng with his neck stretched, whispered: "You eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Cheng was about to step into a nightmare again, especially it seemed that he had to face the unknown crimson. Every meal of the fat man was prepared for him as the last meal of the doctor.

In the words of the fat man, it means to be prepared, and whoever loses cannot lose the doctor.

The doctor was not polite to him either, and broke off a crab leg of the king crab with a "click".

Then he threw it to the fat man~www.wuxiamtl.com~doctor," The fat man embarrassedly picked up the crab leg, held it in his hand, did not eat it, but was not willing to put it down, "You eat first, I... I'll eat it later. "

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

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

"I'll let you peel me a shell," Jiang Cheng said in an accented tone, stalking his neck, "this way I can eat faster."

Fatty: "..."

After the meal, the fat man simply cleaned up the tableware and the kitchen, and he couldn't get enough energy for the messy office.

After all... Whether the doctor will come back alive is still unknown.

"Doctor," the fat man asked while shaking the water on his hand, "Did that person contact you?"