Chapter 469

John was moving fast in the street. Although he seemed to be walking fast rather than running, he was not inferior to the speed of ordinary people.

What's more, he didn't walk in a straight line, turning into alleys and hiding his tracks by the terrain.

More than ten minutes later, John stopped in a dark, smelly lane. He squinted at the light of the street outside, controlled his breath and waited slowly.

After a few minutes, no one appeared, and just in the process of rapid movement, he also did not find any people following.

John was relieved that he should have been too nervous. The other party might have sent out the man in the suit, but no one else.

Who are they? How did you find him?

John frowned and thought that the most likely thing was that he was noticed by some people while searching for clues in those places where Guo Tianxiang had been for a long time.

It seems that Guo Tianxiang should have been exposed. Maybe his contact with them has been known by others. This is waiting for him to come.

However, the other party only sent the strong man in suit to look for him, but it was a little strange. Didn't he find out his real identity? Is the other party a "outsider"?

No, they are prepared, otherwise the strong man in suit will not wake up so soon. Obviously, the other party already knows his ability!

With this in mind, John's heart, which he had just let go, came back to him.

Then he suddenly noticed that a faint hum had just been ignored by him, and now it seemed to be getting louder. He began to look left and right to find the source of the sound.

The tunnel was dark. His night vision ability was better than that of ordinary people, but he could not see everything clearly. However, with the help of hearing, he was able to make sure that the sound was not from the roadway.

He suddenly looked up, looked up into the sky, and was surprised to find that a fist size, dark aircraft was suspended five or six meters above his head.

Obviously, this thing was in a higher position before, but now it has just been lowered, so he has not found it before.

What is this? UAV?

He knows that China's UAVs are advanced, but Is it so advanced?

Will there be a mosquito sized micro UAV that will fire anesthetic needles on him?

He is not interested in finding out what the little thing is now. Obviously, his whereabouts have been exposed again, but it is easy to know what is being tracked. Next, he can avoid the sight in the air.

But when he was about to rush out of the roadway, his neck was suddenly pinched, and his feet were off the ground, and the whole person was photographed on the wall.

The hand that pinched his neck was very powerful. He broke his hands on each other's wrists, such as holding a pair of tongs, which could not be moved at all. Moreover, the other party seemed to be wearing gloves, which had a strange cold and smooth feeling, just like some special ceramic or metal.

He looked up and looked for each other's eyes for the first time.

Although the light in the tunnel is dim, the moonlight seeping between the two buildings above the head and the dim light outside the roadway are enough for him to see things to a certain extent.

However, what shocked him was that he looked down. Normally, there was nothing in the position of the person who pinched his neck. His sight could directly see the wall opposite the roadway, and even see the filthy things beside the wall.

Looking back, he was surprised to find that the solid arm around his neck was nothing.

That guy is invisible?!

When he thought so, his right hand had quickly taken a small white porcelain knife from his pocket and stabbed at the position of the arm he was pinching.

Will be invisible, that is very likely, the other side is also "blood clan".

As long as it is a "blood clan", then his small porcelain knife can play a magic effect, stealth is useless!

But his small porcelain knife did not stab anything as expected. It was not that the arm even lost its body, but that his wrist holding the knife was accurately controlled by another big hand like a clamp.

John's own strength is far stronger than ordinary people. Even if it's a Hercules champion or a heavyweight weightlifter, he will not be inferior to him. But after being pinched by the neck and wrist, he knows that his strength is crushed by the other side.

But he didn't give up his resistance. He bent up his legs and forced the other party to let go of his hand and open the distance. Then he tried to force the other party to show his body and look for opportunities to look at each other.

However, as soon as his legs were bent, his body was pinched by his neck and wrist with one hand. He grabbed it and smashed it twice against the wall.

The wrist with the small porcelain knife was twisted, and the knife was also taken away. Then his opponent smashed three fists with his fist. Each blow was penetrating into his back, as if his whole body had been discounted, and lost his resistance in an instant.

In fact, the stormy beating was less than ten seconds, but John was like a broken eggplant, convulsed all over, and had no resistance.

Once again, he was held up against the wall by his neck. This time, a tall figure appeared in front of him.But when John saw the figure, he was not surprised. Even though he was used to walking in the dark and blood, even though he had seen all kinds of strange things and horror, he still felt a chill in his heart.

The "man" who blocked him up in the alley, beat him half to death and pinched his neck, his naked body was covered with spider silk lines, which looked like wearing a Tights - but he could see at a glance that it was not a tights, but the other party's "skin"!

He had a helmet on his head, but John knew that he was not looking through the gray shield on his helmet, but peeping through the camera above him - so he couldn't get his eyes on each other, which dashed his last hope of turning the table.

He was proud of his ability to run wild among cities and in human society, but he was easily restrained by the other party, crushed in all directions, and had no strength to fight back.

He now regrets that he is not careful enough and that he has not been able to counsel him any more. Before he sets out, he should pay more attention to the East after he has noticed the old guys' fear of the East. He should come to China for a symbolic swing.

Anyway, it's the old guys who are facing the stage limit, not him. Although finding Guo Tianxiang or other "blood descendants", he can get the biggest income, but die here, everything is nothing.

No wonder those old folks have all kinds of excuses not to come to China by themselves.

He recalled what his old friends used to say: China, North America and Japan are the three most dangerous regions for them, who are the main blood group in Europe. These three places can always produce the most barbaric, ferocious and powerful existence. Compared with those, they are too gentlemanly and civilized.

Of course, every time we talk about this topic, the old folks always put aside their fear and fear and add a few words with a little pride. Those "barbarians" and "blood beasts" are just arrogant for a moment, and few of them can live for ten years. What can really be eternal and inherited is their positive blood clan.

"As long as you live long enough, you can see the bodies of the enemy going down the river."

"To live gracefully and for a long time is the true meaning of" blood clan. "

Of course, the premise is not to encounter those "ferocious" and "tyrannical" existence.

Just when John thought he was going to be devoured by this "ferocious" monster from the East, his helmet with a sense of technology suddenly opened his mask.

He saw a pair of round eyes without eyelid covering, which was very different from ordinary human eyes. The eyelids could hardly be seen. The black lacquer was black.

Opportunity!

Although I don't know why the other party suddenly showed his eyes, but this is the opportunity to fight back, John will never let go.

He stares at each other's eyes tightly, and his left hand clings to the wrist of his neck so that he can barely make a sound.

To his surprise, the other party's hand that pinched his neck actually loosened, allowing him to make a sound easily, as if deliberately creating space for him to exert his ability.

"The eye is a sophisticated and wonderful organ. In today's human beings, more than 75% of the information processed in the human brain comes from the eyes. However, most people think that the eye is the terminal that only obtains information, and the brain makes the final decision. At most, it is only deceived by visual information. But they don't know that the "terminal" of the eye can also be invaded, which in turn directly affects the brain's decision-making. The first person to say "the eye is the window of the mind" may not realize that there is a more direct way to explain this sentence. "

Deep and hoarse, like the sound of metal particles rubbing against each other, but in a cool tone, with a little Mandarin accent in English, to explain some "truth" that ordinary people can't understand.

John's murmuring of strange syllables slowly stopped. Panic and despair reappeared in his blue eyes. He knew that his hypnosis had failed. Even if the other party did not have the helmet and camera to isolate his eyes, he could not use his ability.

Looking down at John Cavendish, who was paralyzed on the ground, Mr. good said indifferently in English: "there is a black RV on the side of the road outside. Clean yourself up before you go up."

A moment later, John found that the terrible figure disappeared again, and there was no sign of the small UAV overhead.

He didn't know whether the horrible guy was just invisible and still hiding at his side, and whether the UAV just pulled up its height and hid in the dark.

But he knows that he can't run away. His means are known to the other party, and all of them are ineffective. In other people's territory, since he has not killed him immediately, there may be a chance for negotiation?

As long as he can survive, as long as there is a chance to survive, he will certainly seize it.

John got up from the ground a little, and his right wrist, which had just been twisted into a twist, had recovered a lot, and his fingers could barely move.

His back was still a little uncomfortable. When he walked around, he felt a lot of pain, which made him walk like a duck. But he did not dare to stay in the lane for too long. He was afraid to make the terrible guy angry. He resisted the pain and walked out step by step.Out of the roadway, as expected, there was a large GMC black refitted RV parked on the road, and the driver sitting in the cab was the man in the bar looking for his suit.

The strong man looked back at him, then drew back his eyes. He didn't look surprised.

John sighed slightly and reached out to open the opposite door of the carriage. But before he reached the handle, he noticed the stain on his hand and thought of the words of "the existence of terror.".

He gulped his mouth, drew back his hand, and wiped hard on the expensive suit coat of the old custom-made shop in Florence. Then he took off his coat and wiped it on his buttocks, trousers and shoes. Finally, he looked at it with nostalgia and threw it on the roadside.

Just as he was about to open the door, the window of the driver's cab suddenly fell down. The strong man looked at the suit jacket on the side of the road and the garbage can not far away.

John couldn't help but hold the door handle tightly. After all, he bent over to pick up the suit coat, walked a few steps and pushed it to the recyclable garbage side of the trash can.

The interior of GMC RV is very spacious, not to say much luxurious, but it has a strong sense of technology, full of various screens, and a lot of operation buttons. It looks more like the operation room of a precision instrument.

There was no one in the back compartment. After he got in and closed the door, he was ready to sit on the only wide seat.

The driver's voice sounded on the intercom inside the car: "don't sit in a chair. It's not for you."

John froze for a moment, looked around the car, there were no other seats, but he hesitated for a moment, and sat down in the corner, leaning against the wall of the car, holding his knees.

The caravan moved slowly.

Just as John was nervously trying to sound out to see if the invisible "presence of terror" was also in the car, the distinctive deep, hoarse voice sounded:

"were you in montamira before

John was stunned for a moment. He made sure that the voice was from the only seat in front of him. The "terrorist existence" got on the car quietly, but he didn't feel it at all?

"Yes Because I heard about what happened on the night of March 8, I stopped by montamira before I came to China. " John told the truth, and the question also made him realize that the people who had been with the tall Burmese teenager and stopped him for questioning on the street of montamira were probably part of the "existence of terror.".

"Are you from Europe or America?"

"I am From Europe, Slovakia... " John said carefully.

"Oh? Europe? Is that what "Red rose" Mr. Liang gave a strange smile, and his figure gradually appeared.

"You You know us? " John thought it was a good sign.

But the next sentence of "Mr. Liang" made him fall into an ice cave.

"Yes, they are some poor worms who only dare to dig holes and hide, and rely on deception to support themselves, and who can live longer."

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