Thirty-two.

He Ao pulled out the dagger, and a red light overflowed from the monster's body and penetrated the sword body.

At this moment, the red light attached to the sword was so rich that it seemed to be forming a substantial viscous liquid.

Holding this sword, He Ao could hear the detailed and complicated whispers echoing in his ears, as if he had returned to the body of the dead god again.

He put away his sword and looked at the motorcycle on the side and the agent who was retching while holding the motorcycle, "Where is the next one?"

"vomit--"

The agent retched twice, feeling as if he had stepped on cotton on his feet, and he stood up against the motorcycle in a daze.

There was crystal liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was not that he wanted to retching, but that he had already vomited up all the things he could vomit in his stomach and could no longer vomit anything out.

After the fast pace for most of the night, he now feels that his tolerance is rising rapidly, and he is no longer so dizzy. Even if he stops, he still has to vomit.

Hearing He Ao's words, he raised his hand with difficulty and glanced at the bracelet, "It's gone. It was gone an hour ago."

He looked at the masked man in front of him.

Judging from the man's hands, skin and voice, he was not very old, but he was far more powerful than he imagined.

In the beginning, when a man kills monsters, he has to observe the terrain and become familiar with the monster's moves. In the later stage, it almost takes seconds. Before he has finished vomiting, he gets in the car and prepares to go to the next place to vomit.

Life tonight is boring, but also exciting. In just a few hours, the FBI agent has seen all kinds of twisted monsters and walked through many places that he has never been to since coming to this city.

Places passed.

"No more."

He Ao glanced at the monster corpse behind him.

At the beginning, he had to get familiar with the fighting methods of these monsters, but as the hunting continued, he gradually found what the monsters had in common, which were secrets, mutations, and a certain violent madness.

Although these monsters have different shapes, their fighting styles are similar. I wonder if they were influenced by the dead god. They are all relatively reckless.

He Ao felt that the corpse of the god was most likely the God of War who was beaten to death. The most direct evidence was this method of sacrificing the brain.

Since becoming a 'warrior', He Ao feels that he has become more and more reckless.

However, he can still control his emotions and think about the battle situation calmly, such as to deal with these monsters. In the later period, he basically used their impulsive fighting habits to taunt at close range, then swing his sword, kill them in one move, and leave.

He Ao looked around again.

The sky has turned pale, and dawn is about to come.

With the impulsive behavior of these monsters, it would be easy for the FBI to track them down.

If the FBI hasn't found it, it probably means it really doesn't exist.

Among the more than thirty monsters, there are 7 D-level monsters, a dozen E-level monsters, and the weakest remaining ones are also F-level.

There was a D-class who was clearly going to 'evolve' into a C-class when He Ao arrived.

These monsters have no self-awareness. They are just puppets of the death god who is suspected of being the god of war. Their power comes directly from the power of the god, so they do not have the upgrade restrictions of ordinary transcendent beings.

What limits their strength is how many 'sacrifice' they can collect to give to the God of War's corpse.

He Ao didn't know what kind of operating mechanism these evil gods had, but it was obvious that these evil gods had a certain degree of desire for flesh and soul.

They seem to be able to transform these flesh and souls into their own 'power' to a certain extent.

The power of these monsters may also fundamentally come from the 'sacrifice' they sacrifice.

These monsters created by the power of gods are much more difficult than He Ao originally expected. If C-class monsters are really born among these monsters, it may be difficult to solve these monsters with the power of the Rock City FBI alone.

These monsters are wreaking havoc in the city and will most likely cause greater chaos.

When the mayor brings the conflict to the miners and the Miners' Mutual Aid Association, the confrontation in the entire Rock City will become even more acute.

Perhaps the man behind the creation of these monsters has some connection with the mayor and the mining consortium.

He Ao rubbed his forehead and waved his hand to the detective, "You can return to the team."

Then he walked step by step towards the end of the street.

Now that the monster's matter has been resolved, it's time to implement the next plan.

"ah?"

The detective was stunned.

Then he saw He Ao's back gradually disappearing.

He quickly shouted, "Well, how can I help you? Or join you? I can do many things. During training, I am always among the top three."

What responded to him was the sound of footsteps that gradually became softer until they completely disappeared.

"well--"

Watching the back figure gradually disappearing into the dim night, the detective leaned on the motorcycle and let out a long sigh.

At this moment, something with a gradient of black and white flew over in the dark night.

When it emerged from the night, it was very fast, then slowly slowed down halfway, and finally landed smoothly in front of the detective.

The person who threw this thing had exquisite control over the force.

Even the instructors at FBI headquarters couldn't do it so easily.

While the detective was shocked in his heart, he did not forget to catch the flying object with his hands.

That's a mask.

A strange smiley mask that mixes light and darkness.

——

Nine o'clock in the morning, the coffee shop outside the West City Gate.

A young man wearing a trench coat and a bowler hat was sitting in the innermost booth, looking down at a simple book.

"Your coffee."

The waitress wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and a blue skirt placed the coffee in her hand in front of the young man.

"Thanks."

He Ao nodded slightly.

In a daze, the girl saw half of the young man's face. She took a deep breath, held the coffee tray in her arms,

"You can always ask me if you need anything."

"OK, thanks."

He Ao nodded slightly and continued to flip through the books in his hands.

The girl held her breath and returned to the front desk holding the tray.

The cashier at the front desk was a young woman with blond wavy hair. She looked at the girl walking over, raised her head and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

The girl let out a long sigh of relief, glanced at the young man in the windbreaker in the corner, and looked at the smiling cashier, with a blush on her face, "So handsome, although I didn't see his whole face, but he's really

So handsome."

"Hahaha," the cashier laughed, and pointed to her eyes, "How about it, sister, I didn't lie to you, did I? You have to believe in my vision, whether you are handsome or not, I don't look at the face, just look at the movements and

You can fully understand it by looking at your body shape.”

As she said that, she lay on the cashier counter and motioned the waitress to look at the young man in the corner, "You see, his shoulders are flat and his back is straight. He must have been practicing. When he takes off his clothes, they should all be in rows."

muscle."

As she listened, the girl seemed to hear some kind of swallowing sound, and she looked at the cashier sister aside.

The cashier wiped the corner of his mouth and continued, "You little girls only care about being handsome. Only older people like us know that those with a body are the best.

"For example, if you hold this position up, you won't be able to do it if you don't have strong waist and abdominal strength. You will be exhausted after playing for a while, let alone other things like hanging upside down..."

"Sister, what did you say?"

The waitress blushed and put away the tray, "I'm going in to wash the dishes."

"Oh, little girls are just shy."

The cashier shook her head. She looked at the young man in the corner. In fact, when the young man came in, she had vaguely seen the side of his face. She always felt that this side of the face looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw him.

Pass.

Soon, her mind turned to how to strike up a conversation and get her contact information.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps sounded from the door of the coffee shop.

A handsome and elegant man with short brown hair, a slender beard on his upper lip, a tall and tall figure, who looked to be in his forties walked in.

He glanced around and soon spotted the young man sitting in the corner.

"A cup of black coffee."

The middle-aged man put down a banknote and whispered, his voice gentle and magnetic.

The cashier was stunned for a moment. By the time she came to her senses, the middle-aged man had already walked towards the young man in a trench coat sitting in the corner.
To be continued...