Chapter 28 Chaos Hunting (10)

"There is the scent of a predator here."

The scent left by the black rain was too obvious, even provocative. Night Dove didn't have to think too much before he decided that it was the predator found in the research institute that day, and also the one who traced the source.

Zero and 01 encountered accidents one after another, and he had to take full responsibility for tracking down the predator. The newly appointed agent of the file was dealing with the accumulated affairs. Night Dove stood on the corroded road surface, his index finger brushed across the standing street light, and there was only a pile of ash at his feet.

He glanced at the file members who dared not to show their faces, and his eyes were cold.

There was not a single useful clue.

Did the file raise a bunch of garbage?

Night Dove temporarily gave up the idea of ​​investigating the predators. He returned to the archives, but the moment he stepped into the domain, he noticed something wrong. A strange breath filled the entire wide corridor.

It stretched to the end of the field of vision. Straight long legs stepped on velvet high heels, and the tip of the black umbrella touched the ground. She curled her lips, and the ruby ​​bow tie shone with a brilliant and gorgeous luster, just like the charming eyes that looked back at her.

Night Dove looked down, an umbrella made of black water.

It was easy to associate it with the abnormal black rain that night.

"It's really interesting, a 'black household'."

The agent was allowed to connect to Night Dove's sea of ​​consciousness, so as to observe the outside world through his eyes. He immediately checked the relevant information when he saw Clematis, but found that the Federation Center had not entered her identity data.

He immediately told Night Dove, and the executive officer of District 13 was not surprised, and it was a bit expected, "I didn't know that there were predators expelled recently. Where did you come from?"

"Are you doing this to take revenge on the imperial capital?"

Night Dove raised his eyes calmly, and raised his neck at an angle of arrogance, "You can ignore these. I can negotiate with the royal family to help you remove the pollution, and I can also create a new identity for you."

"As long as you are willing to surrender."

Wow, very tempting conditions. Tiexianlian recalled that when she was in the executive building four years ago, Guiyi also made similar conditions, but unfortunately she did not agree, and only found Cecil later.

She still prefers the neutral camp of the Inspection House.

The executive officers disliked each other, and there were many enemies. Except for a few newly appointed executive officers, she never gave a good face to others.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

The dark, sticky liquid flowed down from the umbrella, like a monster woven by shadows, roaring and biting the night pigeon's arm, and then disappeared at his fingertips.

Ability related to destruction? Clematis looked at Night Pigeon's still unhurried movements, and thought for a moment. She had heard Zhe Shu say before that Night Pigeon could "swallow" anything it touched.

It was indeed very restraining for Yu Bufeng, if he didn't have the upper hand against it.

The black water surged, crawling obediently at her feet, and the water droplets continuously slid over the umbrella and hit the ground. The subtle sound was particularly abrupt in the solemn atmosphere.

Clematis took a small step back, and her figure dissolved into the liquid shadow.

Soft water waves surged continuously, simulating spider silk that heavily wrapped the entire wide corridor, and suddenly shrank and stiffened, solidifying into black lines with the strength of alloy.

"White Crane has already abandoned you and turned to the Imperial Capital. Are you still going to attack me?" Night Pigeon stepped on the black swamp, raised his hand to hold the silk thread beside him, and applied a little force. It was indeed not as fragile as it looked. "What a pity, a predator, the Imperial Capital will not let go of the people who trace the source easily."

He lowered his eyes. After all, the opponent was also a predator, so he couldn't be too relaxed. Night Pigeon looked out the window, and his tone suddenly became a little strange: "There is another predator... Huai Chengren?"

"It seems that what they said is right. Huai Chengren has joined Tracing the Origin during the years he disappeared. The new agent was killed by you before he could enjoy a few days of happiness. What, isn't Tracing the Origin advocating a peaceful route?"

"Don't get me wrong." The young woman's figure reappeared beside her, still with a lazy and elegant tone: "This certainly does not include the scum in the imperial capital."

Night Dove did not look at her, but looked in the direction where she disappeared before, his eyes sharp and sharp, "Fake... Are you delaying time? Waiting for Huai Chengren to come and cooperate with you?"

"Although I don't know how you got in, if Huai Chengren comes over, it will trigger the alarm system." Night Dove seemed to be reminding kindly, "You don't want to attract the attention of the imperial capital, do you?"

"There are four high-level awakeners here too. Is there anything important tonight? Since the 'friends' of Tracing the Source are here, of course we have to entertain them well."

Night Dove finally revealed his true purpose, his smile was full of malice, and it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to provoke her.

"Let me think about it..."

"Ah, the Central Research Institute needs new samples recently. Why don't we send them all over? What do you think?"

She only responded with a cold gaze, black water dripping from between her fingers, imitating the faint lines on the palm, silently swallowing up the white dagger hidden under her long sleeves. She tilted her head.

"If you ask me, you may not have this opportunity."

Too much nonsense.

The shadow under him suddenly trembled, and countless skinny hands stretched out to hold him tightly. The night pigeon took off his gloves, and the rings with thin silk threads fell down in a mess, cutting everything into pieces and turning it into a chaotic and disordered picture. Where

those silk threads passed, only the remaining embers were left, which was like another kind of "touch".

Clematis observed the long string in his hand. It was not a supernatural product, but a collection item. She thought of the previous scene and wanted to confirm her guess - Night Dove's ability should be related to his hands.

When he disappeared and reappeared, she approached him all of a sudden. The black umbrella opened, and the long string hooked the tip of the umbrella without any change. After a brief stalemate, Night Dove clenched his palms and pulled them inwards, choosing to give up first.

Iron Wicker gathered the umbrella and raised it, swiping it across his neck, barely brushing the skin. The long thread coiled around her right arm, constantly tightening as if to strangle him alive, but she still approached with a reckless and enthusiastic smile, "It seems that you are very satisfied with the experimental subject 'Huai Chengren'."

"You even used his ability to make this." Iron Wicker's gaze turned to the thin silk thread in his hand, as if she could not feel the pain, "Is it easy to use?"

The arm was broken off, and the black water penetrated into the half-empty shirt to fill the missing part. Iron Wicker took advantage of the situation and swung out the dagger to cut off all the silk threads.

The dagger did not disappear when it came into contact with the thread that carried his ability. Night Pigeon's eyes darkened. This was a problem.

The black liquid stained the edge of the blade. Night Dove dodged her attack and retreated repeatedly until his back hit the solid French window. He dodged again by leaning to the side. The piercing sound of broken glass almost broke his eardrums. He

was hooked.

The defense system was triggered instantly. A water film-like barrier tightly fitted the entire building. An unknown operating sound rang out. Countless square boxes on both sides of the ceiling opened at the same time. Mechanical arms extended from them, and the rotating machine guns loaded shot straight out!

Iron Clematis just continued with the original action, and the tip of the knife stabbed straight at the weakness of the person in front of him.

In the hail of bullets, only the smoke of gunpowder was spreading. After it gradually dissipated, Night Dove's gloomy expression was revealed. The glove was put back on his hand. The black water impatiently transferred from the tip of the knife, corroding half of the glove.

He held the dagger tightly to stop her from moving forward. The overly sharp blade cut his fingertips and pierced deeply.

Night Pigeon smiled.

His other hand clasped the wrist of Iron Clematis. The black water provided protection from her head to the ground, like a trailing black veil, leaving only ashes in his palm.

He couldn't kill her directly.

But he could "eat" those bones and flesh.

Someone was faster. The silk thread penetrated into the room from the broken glass, and swam up along Night Pigeon's body, forming a noose to bind his ten fingers, forming a restraint that was difficult to get rid of.

Huai Chengren could only hold Night Pigeon for two seconds at most.

It was enough.

The sound of rushing water resonated with the heartbeat, trying to replicate the wanton killing of the black rain a few days ago, but it was different. The black water dripped from the shoulder and fell into the black umbrella that portended an unknown future, with the tip stained with wet blood.

——The sound of water disappeared.

Blood oozed out, and the black umbrella spun and completely extinguished the last bit of life, smashing the broken heart and flesh into pieces. The eyes of the night dove were still moving slowly, and finally fixed on her arm raised high.

The white dagger pierced through the back of the hand, leaving the voiceless person forever in a pool of blood.

The light golden roses on the blade were stained red with blood, and soon absorbed the blood of the predator. The wandering branches stretched out, and new buds were faintly growing.

"Sister, we have to leave here quickly." As soon as Tiexianlian put away the dagger, Huai Chengren appeared beside her. He symbolically dealt with the aftermath and asked hesitantly, "The agent is still alive. Do you want to take him back?"

"No need." Tiexianlian kicked the corpse at her feet, which was so cold that it couldn't be colder, and watched the black water devour it step by step. "He is still useful in other aspects."

Mujie and the others were downstairs, and they would run into each other if nothing unexpected happened.

She couldn't tell the specific situation of the research institute directly, so she let the agent provide some free information.

"Won't this arouse suspicion?" The observer who had been unusually quiet in the past few days suddenly spoke up with some concern: "Several important figures have gotten into trouble one after another. Aren't you afraid that they won't investigate and will just blame it on Suyuan?"

"Aren't you aware of the Imperial Capital's attitude?"

"The encirclement and suppression four years ago caused great damage to Suyuan, leaving only a few barely capable marauders. How could the Imperial Capital take a rebel organization that has already gone bankrupt seriously?"

They didn't know about the special existence of Makusuke, and they just thought that they didn't need to take action, and the marauders of Suyuan would die from pollution.

"Tracing the source shouldn't be so confident. The capital suspects that a third party is more likely to intervene. Besides, when Night Pigeon returns to the capital in a few days, there won't be such a good opportunity to take action."

Observer: "Okay."

Observer: "But what are you doing by suddenly changing back to your original appearance?"

Dorota: "Of course I'm going to show up and show my presence. I haven't appeared in this identity for a few words!"

Observer: "..."

Suddenly I felt that his choice of Dorota was a very good decision.

At least she is really dedicated.