Chen Ke crossed the light gap, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. A sound similar to the mixture of electricity and strong wind came to his ears. The green light of the hall was thrown behind him. When his feet landed, he was already on a small road under the midnight moonlight.

lane.

On the building opposite the entrance of the alley, the advertising sign with only half of the background light is very eye-catching. It is painted in the style of American oil painting. A very knowledgeable beer girl drags a plate of beer and smiles towards the gray street. Next to it is a huge red

The pop advertisement reads: In Opportunity City, we all drink Busch Beer.

Winter has just passed, spring has quietly arrived, and there is still a hint of coolness in the night air.

Chen Ke was not too excited to breathe fresh air again. Although he finally escaped from the dangerous building, the life countdown in the corner of his eyes still did not disappear.

Just as he worried before, now he can only live in the murderous intent of others. He can survive in a building full of monsters. How will he survive in the civilized world outside?

To hang out in gang territory all day long and become an outlaw? Or do you try your best to join a company like Weber Spiritual Products and become a psychic administrator who specializes in hunting monsters?

Chen Ke shook his head, no, neither of these two paths is what Chen Ke wants.

He is not an unprovoked evildoer, and he has never found any pleasure in intentionally hurting others.

Although he does not object to making a living by killing monsters like the "Demon Hunter" in the video game, he does not want to be trapped by the rules and regulations of various consortiums and become a "monster hunter" working from 9 to 5.

More importantly, Chen Ke felt that the former owner of this body was not an ordinary person. He was proficient in various killing techniques and had "extraordinary skills." Even though he was so powerful, he was still killed with a sacred dagger through the heart.

.

This is what Chen Ke cares about the most. Who killed him? Why? Who is he? Chen Ke did not inherit the memory of this body, so he can only rely on himself to find all the answers.

He had a premonition that he was caught in a conspiracy. Maybe by finding his murderer, he could unlock the secret of the countdown to life and turn himself back to a normal person.

The time countdown is still counting down ruthlessly, and he has 4 hours and 19 minutes left to live.

He walked out of the alley and came to the edge of the street. Several police cars were speeding past, sirens blaring, and the red and blue police lights particularly dazzling.

Chen Ke saw a kilometer away, a black office building surrounded by a group of police cars. Two black explosion-proof vehicles were parked across the street. Teams of swats were waiting in formation. A huge black machine was buzzing.

White cracks of light were opened throughout the building, and the vanguard of swat troops had already poured in.

He put the two guns into the pockets of his woolen windbreaker, turned up the collar, and walked quickly in the opposite direction. Although he didn't know where he was going, he wanted to stay away from here first.

At the same time, in a warm and comfortable room in Opportunity City, a fat man in his early 50s wearing a purple nightgown stared at the screen of his laptop with a serious expression, and a cup of coffee next to him was still steaming.

His name is Pan Kya, chairman of the Sri Lanka Foundation.

An electronic map was displayed on the screen, and the marked location was an office building in the lower city of Opportunity City. If nothing else happened, the building should have been surrounded by people from the county police and the administration.

Pankiya took a sip of coffee and said, maybe people from the administration should also appear there...

He glanced at the eight photos displayed on the side of the electronic map. There were six men, two women, one black, five white, and one yellow. Chen Ke's photo was clearly listed.

They are all eight "sacred object hunters" sent out for this operation, seven to be precise. The yellow man is just a "key"...

Pan Kya put down the coffee cup. He knew a few of them. The yellow man, he remembered, was called Lin Mo. He was smuggled from the Scarlet Phoenix Republic. That was more than ten years ago...

Pankiya trained him to be a qualified assassin, a deadly gun, used to deal with all "things" that need to be dealt with for the Si Consortium.

But Lin Mo is not irreplaceable. After all, there are too many people smuggling into the United States at all costs. He can train the children of those smugglers to become one Lin Mo after another to do his dirty work.

It was almost time, so he opened the official page of the "Opportunity City Evening News". The psychic explosion effect that occurred in the office building in Xiacheng District had already been reported.

"The hunt should be over, it's time to take the trophies and go home, kids." He muttered silently, crossing his hands, looking at the BlackBerry on the table and waiting for the call.

"Didi-di-di-di-di-di..."

The phone rang, Pankya raised his eyebrows and was stunned for a long time.

Because the ringtone did not come from his BlackBerry, but from the old white wired phone next to the computer.

This phone can only receive but not make calls, and can only connect calls from one number. It is specially used to deliver "bad news"

"You should call my cell phone." Pankiah grabbed the phone and said with a hint of luck.

"Mr. Chairman, a hunter is out." The operator on the opposite side said.

"One? Are the other six lost? From now on, personal losses will not be classified as bad news. Just call me on my mobile phone." Pankiah breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was just personal losses.

"No... what came out was the key." The operator replied.

Pankya was stunned for a second, and a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.

impossible!

That building has already undergone a psychic explosion effect, which means that the "opening action" has been completed, and the blasphemous dagger has tasted the blood of the sacrificer.

Moreover, the person who serves as the key must be at least a level 1 psyker, and must perform a "psionic binding" ritual with a blasphemous dagger in advance, so that the artificial psychic burst effect can be achieved.

In other words, the person who holds the key is dead the moment he completes the ritual.

"Is the signal confirmed?" Pankya asked quickly.

"He still has the mobile phone we gave him. He is currently moving and trying to leave the hunting ground." the operator replied.

Within the effect of psychic burst, most civilian equipment signals will be blocked, but as long as you leave there, the signal will return to normal.

Pan Kiya glanced at Lin Mo's photo on the screen, trying to figure out what happened.

Rebellion? Miracle? Alienation?

It's impossible, the consortium's brainwashing has never gone wrong... Pankiah is puzzled.

"Do you need me to forward this news to my grandfather?" the operator suddenly asked.

"No, I will tell him personally." Pankiah immediately refused.

My grandfather's current situation is not stable. If he were to know about this, his position might not be guaranteed.

"Continue to track the signals of other hunters and call me immediately if you find any abnormalities. Subsequent hunting operations will continue as planned..." Pankiya ordered.

The person on the other end agreed and hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Pankiah paced back and forth in front of the table with his chest in his arms, countless thoughts rushing through his mind.

"Lin Mo..."

He picked up the phone, rummaged through the phone book, and found a number named "b124". He thought for two seconds and pressed the dial button.

A slight vibration came from his body. Chen Ke stopped suddenly.

He took a deep breath, but he didn't expect that he actually had a phone on him! Come to think of it, he was too nervous in the building just now, and he just wanted to rummage through other people's things, without first checking what he had on himself.

He groped around on his body and found a small mobile phone from the inner pocket on the right side of his coat.

It turned out to be the Nokia 1208, a small gray plastic phone with a green screen.

Chen Keton was disappointed. Damn it, I was so happy just now thinking about surfing the Internet on my mobile phone to check information.

The phone kept vibrating in my hand, and the name on the caller ID was "Mr. Blueberry"

"Who is this..."

Chen Ke hesitated, not knowing whether to answer or not. He didn't know what the relationship between this person and him was, and he didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a moment, I pressed the connect button.

"Lin Mo, where are you?" the other party asked.

"..." Chen Ke didn't say anything. He wrote down the name "Lin Mo". It seems that he used to be called this.

"Lin Mo, let's talk, have you encountered any difficulties?" The other party's attitude was very kind.

"..." Chen Ke speculated. He asked where he was at the beginning, which proved that the other party wanted to find him. Then he asked himself if he was in trouble, so the other party must be related to his troubles!

"You know, I will always help you, and you can always rely on me." The other party was very sincere.

"Miles is dead, the plan went wrong..." Chen Ke tried.

He remembered the name he heard when he had just traveled through time and confronted the black man, as well as the so-called "plan". So he tried his best to see if he could reveal some information.

"Miles is a good man... um... you need to rest Lin Mo, go back, go back and get some sleep, I will solve all the problems. Remember, Room 13, No. 49 White Street." The other party said cautiously.

"I'll be there." After Chen Ke finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

In just a few words, the other party showed three emotions, from the urgency at the beginning, to the conciliation and resignation in the middle, and finally the perfunctory after hearing the "plan".

Chen Ke believes that his life countdown is definitely related to him. If he finds him, it is possible to find a way to end the countdown!

The last address left by the other party was the only clue at present. Even if it was a trap, he had no choice but to go there.

Not waiting for time, Chen Ke immediately took a taxi to No. 49 White Street!

On the other side, Panchia also had his own thoughts.

The voice on the other end of the phone was indeed Lin Mo, but it was definitely not the tone of his voice. Lin Mo seemed to have changed. Was it amnesia? Or was it a side effect of the psychic binding ceremony? In any case, Lin Mo was no longer the person he knew.

,cannot stay.

Pankiah dialed another number.

"Dudu..."

"Boss? What do you want from me?"

"Slavin, there's something wrong with the gun."

"serial number?"

"b124."

"Needs repair or...?"

"Tear it down directly..."

"Location?"

"Downtown of Opportunity City, b124's hiding place."

"Boss, I have sent the executioner on his way. I will notify the guardian of b124 later."

"Do not disappoint me."

After hanging up the phone again, Pankya walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtains. The lights of the midnight city were dimmed, and thunder was rolling in the dark clouds on the horizon.
Chapter completed!