NOVEL NEXT Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon
Chapter 22 Baroque Raid
Chapter 22 Baroque Raid
Seeing that he had done something wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: "Hold, I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone there."
"."
"Oh no, I mean, you're too dark, I didn't see you"
Mocha waved his hand, trying to be more precise.
Luke's face darkened even more.
Say I'm black?
If you don't know how to speak, say less, be careful I will sue you for discrimination!
He originally planned to stop the other party to ask questions, and the appearance actions and lines were all planned in his heart.
Just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by the other party. Before he could react, he spat all over him first.
Damn it. My girlfriend gave me a new shirt! !
Help me if you don't support the wall, right?
Snapped.
Angrily, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, grabbed his collar, and pressed it hard against the wall.
Before Mocha could scream, a photo was taken in front of his eyes.
It was the photo of the monster with its head split in four.
Mocha was so nervous that his eyes fell on the photo involuntarily.
When he saw the contents of the photo clearly, he screamed in fright, shook his head again and again, and struggled vigorously excitedly.
"No, no, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it!"
But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the power of Luke Cage.
"Sure enough, you seem to know something."
Pressing his head against the wall with one hand, Luke finally spit out the lines he had designed earlier in the morning. The voice was low and hoarse, like a monster from the underworld.
"Now, tell me... what did you see that night two weeks ago?"
"I, I don't know, I didn't see anything!"
Mocha was so frightened that his trembling lips kept repeating this sentence.
The body is swinging, and the performance is obviously abnormal.
Luke was well-informed and didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the opponent's body and threw him over forcefully.
Staring at Mocha's eyes, he punched out, rubbed his head heavily, and hit the wall behind him.
Bang!
"Look, I know you're scared right now, after all the horrors that have happened.
However, blindly escaping will not solve any problems. "
Luke spoke very slowly, trying to make every word clear.
"I heard that you haven't been home for two weeks.
Think about your lovely wife, and look at your current appearance, do you think, can you escape like this forever? ! "
Words are a weapon, and Luke tries to use the other's wife to pry open his psychological defenses.
"No, you, what do you know?
You don't understand anything at all! ! "
Luke's words obviously had an effect, and Mocha shook his hand, trying to get rid of it excitedly.
"That kind of monster is simply not something we humans can resist!
We are so small"
As he spoke, his eyes were dim, as if he had returned to that night two weeks ago.
on the street.
car, explosion, flame
Women's screams, men's roars, the roar of guns, and the death scythe that lights up from time to time in the dark.
That was not a battle, it was a massacre, a massacre from demons to humans!
Mocha huddled in the corner, his eyes were red, he covered his mouth carefully, trembling all over.
There was never a moment when he would admit the weakness of human beings.
Even those brawny men with bulging muscles and armed with firearms still couldn't face them.
He saw with his own eyes, that man, shouldn't be, that monster!
The head is like a split orange companion, with red tentacles, dragging the death scythe and spurting out from it.
By the time he reacted again, extreme fear and death had encroached on the land without hesitation.
"That is hell, the deepest abyss of nightmares"
Mocha didn't even know how he escaped.
Maybe it was luck, maybe the monster didn't care about his life.
He survived.
Even so, there is no way to forget the nightmare that happened that day!
Lack of energy, drinking alcohol all the way to soothe his worries, trying to numb his nerves, Mocha cowardly tried to forget the past.
Did he not come home?
No, Mocha went back anyway.
He just didn't go in, and stood in the yard, looking through the window in fear, shrinking his shoulders, like a frightened ostrich, watching the terrifying scene.
"Oh, I saw it, I saw my wife die with my own eyes.
How did the monster kill her, and then transfer into her body little by little"
"That scene is really scary!"
[Mood value from Luke Cage +343]
Looking at the poor man in front of him, he babbled and said everything as if he was explaining his funeral.
"."
Without disturbing him, Luke knew how much pressure was building up in this man's heart.
Those things, just thinking about them casually, send chills down the spine and shudder.
At the same time, his head turned extremely fast, constantly extracting important information from the other party's words.
Interweaving this information with the intelligence in his head, Luke tries to piece together what happened!
Soon, his expression moved and he grasped a certain key point.
"Mocha, do you know who those big men in black with guns are?"
Mocha was stunned by this sudden question, frowning, thinking for a long time.
Luke waited patiently, and soon, Mocha's brows relaxed, as if he knew something.
"I know, those people are"
"Oh, so it's here." A cold voice suddenly came from above.
Haven't waited for anyone to react.
chapped.
A grenade falls to the ground.
Luke Cage's complexion changed drastically, he grabbed Mocha fiercely, and threw himself forward.
boom! !
A huge explosion engulfed the entire alley.
The powerful force blasted Luke Cage and the others into the air on the spot.
Peng!
Protecting Mocha, Luke Cage crashed into a wall.
The stones were smashed down, and the smoke splashed, burying the two of them.
This huge impact caused the internal organs to churn a little. Luke had no time to look for the injury and looked down eagerly.
"Mocha, wake up."
His sternum was broken, and a steel bar was stuck in his waist.
Blood was continuously bubbling from his forehead, and Mocha spit out a few words intermittently, as if he was returning to the light.
"Please. Help me. The wife is. Is. Ireland."
he died.
"Mocha."
Luke felt sad, this poor man did not die that night two weeks ago, but died in this alley where no one cared.
Until his death, he always remembered his wife.
[Mood value from Luke Cage +477]
Snapped.
Clench your fists, with a fire burning in your heart.
There is a hostility pent up in my chest, and I can't vent it no matter what!
"Heh~ died so easily?
Sure enough, the grenade is too rough, it doesn't fit my elegance at all~"
With blond hair tied behind his head and wearing a white mask, Baroque stood up from the roof unhappily.
"Forget it, call it a day."
With that said, turn around and leave.
next second.
Bang-! !
A black shadow rushed out fiercely from the pile of rubble.
(End of this chapter)
Seeing that he had done something wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: "Hold, I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone there."
"."
"Oh no, I mean, you're too dark, I didn't see you"
Mocha waved his hand, trying to be more precise.
Luke's face darkened even more.
Say I'm black?
If you don't know how to speak, say less, be careful I will sue you for discrimination!
He originally planned to stop the other party to ask questions, and the appearance actions and lines were all planned in his heart.
Just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by the other party. Before he could react, he spat all over him first.
Damn it. My girlfriend gave me a new shirt! !
Help me if you don't support the wall, right?
Snapped.
Angrily, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, grabbed his collar, and pressed it hard against the wall.
Before Mocha could scream, a photo was taken in front of his eyes.
It was the photo of the monster with its head split in four.
Mocha was so nervous that his eyes fell on the photo involuntarily.
When he saw the contents of the photo clearly, he screamed in fright, shook his head again and again, and struggled vigorously excitedly.
"No, no, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it!"
But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the power of Luke Cage.
"Sure enough, you seem to know something."
Pressing his head against the wall with one hand, Luke finally spit out the lines he had designed earlier in the morning. The voice was low and hoarse, like a monster from the underworld.
"Now, tell me... what did you see that night two weeks ago?"
"I, I don't know, I didn't see anything!"
Mocha was so frightened that his trembling lips kept repeating this sentence.
The body is swinging, and the performance is obviously abnormal.
Luke was well-informed and didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the opponent's body and threw him over forcefully.
Staring at Mocha's eyes, he punched out, rubbed his head heavily, and hit the wall behind him.
Bang!
"Look, I know you're scared right now, after all the horrors that have happened.
However, blindly escaping will not solve any problems. "
Luke spoke very slowly, trying to make every word clear.
"I heard that you haven't been home for two weeks.
Think about your lovely wife, and look at your current appearance, do you think, can you escape like this forever? ! "
Words are a weapon, and Luke tries to use the other's wife to pry open his psychological defenses.
"No, you, what do you know?
You don't understand anything at all! ! "
Luke's words obviously had an effect, and Mocha shook his hand, trying to get rid of it excitedly.
"That kind of monster is simply not something we humans can resist!
We are so small"
As he spoke, his eyes were dim, as if he had returned to that night two weeks ago.
on the street.
car, explosion, flame
Women's screams, men's roars, the roar of guns, and the death scythe that lights up from time to time in the dark.
That was not a battle, it was a massacre, a massacre from demons to humans!
Mocha huddled in the corner, his eyes were red, he covered his mouth carefully, trembling all over.
There was never a moment when he would admit the weakness of human beings.
Even those brawny men with bulging muscles and armed with firearms still couldn't face them.
He saw with his own eyes, that man, shouldn't be, that monster!
The head is like a split orange companion, with red tentacles, dragging the death scythe and spurting out from it.
By the time he reacted again, extreme fear and death had encroached on the land without hesitation.
"That is hell, the deepest abyss of nightmares"
Mocha didn't even know how he escaped.
Maybe it was luck, maybe the monster didn't care about his life.
He survived.
Even so, there is no way to forget the nightmare that happened that day!
Lack of energy, drinking alcohol all the way to soothe his worries, trying to numb his nerves, Mocha cowardly tried to forget the past.
Did he not come home?
No, Mocha went back anyway.
He just didn't go in, and stood in the yard, looking through the window in fear, shrinking his shoulders, like a frightened ostrich, watching the terrifying scene.
"Oh, I saw it, I saw my wife die with my own eyes.
How did the monster kill her, and then transfer into her body little by little"
"That scene is really scary!"
[Mood value from Luke Cage +343]
Looking at the poor man in front of him, he babbled and said everything as if he was explaining his funeral.
"."
Without disturbing him, Luke knew how much pressure was building up in this man's heart.
Those things, just thinking about them casually, send chills down the spine and shudder.
At the same time, his head turned extremely fast, constantly extracting important information from the other party's words.
Interweaving this information with the intelligence in his head, Luke tries to piece together what happened!
Soon, his expression moved and he grasped a certain key point.
"Mocha, do you know who those big men in black with guns are?"
Mocha was stunned by this sudden question, frowning, thinking for a long time.
Luke waited patiently, and soon, Mocha's brows relaxed, as if he knew something.
"I know, those people are"
"Oh, so it's here." A cold voice suddenly came from above.
Haven't waited for anyone to react.
chapped.
A grenade falls to the ground.
Luke Cage's complexion changed drastically, he grabbed Mocha fiercely, and threw himself forward.
boom! !
A huge explosion engulfed the entire alley.
The powerful force blasted Luke Cage and the others into the air on the spot.
Peng!
Protecting Mocha, Luke Cage crashed into a wall.
The stones were smashed down, and the smoke splashed, burying the two of them.
This huge impact caused the internal organs to churn a little. Luke had no time to look for the injury and looked down eagerly.
"Mocha, wake up."
His sternum was broken, and a steel bar was stuck in his waist.
Blood was continuously bubbling from his forehead, and Mocha spit out a few words intermittently, as if he was returning to the light.
"Please. Help me. The wife is. Is. Ireland."
he died.
"Mocha."
Luke felt sad, this poor man did not die that night two weeks ago, but died in this alley where no one cared.
Until his death, he always remembered his wife.
[Mood value from Luke Cage +477]
Snapped.
Clench your fists, with a fire burning in your heart.
There is a hostility pent up in my chest, and I can't vent it no matter what!
"Heh~ died so easily?
Sure enough, the grenade is too rough, it doesn't fit my elegance at all~"
With blond hair tied behind his head and wearing a white mask, Baroque stood up from the roof unhappily.
"Forget it, call it a day."
With that said, turn around and leave.
next second.
Bang-! !
A black shadow rushed out fiercely from the pile of rubble.
(End of this chapter)
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