"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The moment the bullet came out of the chamber, the man in the shirt felt an unspeakable strange feeling.
He couldn't explain it clearly, it was as if the air around him was being squeezed continuously by a big hand, so oppressive that it gave him the illusion that it was difficult to breathe.
Time seemed to slow down and all sounds disappeared.
He saw his vigilant companions around him turn their heads, and the admiration that should have flashed across their faces became particularly clear, as if they were praising his exquisite marksmanship.
In fact, not to mention his companions, even the man in the shirt felt that his shots were superb.
The gun was aimed directly at the vital point, sealing off all space and eliminating the possibility of the target dodging.
Let alone ordinary people, even an E-level transcendent has absolutely no chance of surviving this round of shooting.
But as an E-level practitioner, he has sharper intuition than ordinary people. Although there have been no signs of danger so far, there is always a sense of unreality.
It was as if he was in a void, which made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.
The target never looked back. Seeing that the bullet was about to pierce the opponent's body, the man in the shirt became more nervous than ever.
"No, there's something wrong! I seem to have overlooked something, what's wrong..."
Cold sweat fell down, his heart was beating rapidly, and his intuition told him that he could not kill the opponent.
As time passed slowly, he kept scanning Bai Mo's back, from head to toe, looking for the source of the strange feeling.
It has a head, hands, feet... everything.
Wait, something seems to be missing...
shadow!
Why does this guy have no shadow?
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds. Under the huge red sun, it seemed that everything had nowhere to hide.
I checked several times and found that there was indeed no shadow of the target!
The man in the shirt is creepy.
No matter what the reason behind this was, he didn't want to stay here anymore and hurriedly asked his companions to evacuate.
But he was stunned
I can't make a sound or my body.
Only his eyes could move around his body. He looked down with all his strength, only to see a deep and strange black shadow beneath his feet, firmly holding him in place.
Desperate things happen.
His body sank rapidly, and the solid land under his feet seemed to have turned into a man-eating swamp, swallowing him from his feet to his knees, to his waist, to his chest, to his neck...
All the limbs trapped in the shadow lost consciousness, and he could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed up.
Is this the price for shooting him...
At the moment when he was about to disappear, he looked at his companion beside him, wanting him to run away quickly, but his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw that the latter had already fallen to the ground, with bullet holes in his forehead, heart, neck... his vital parts, and blood flowing all over the floor.
His eyes were distracted and filled with deep confusion.
It's like I won't understand until my death where these bullets came from.
Only the man in the shirt knows...these wounds are exactly where he aimed his shot!
His vision suddenly went dark, and he completely lost all consciousness.
…
Bai Mo suddenly turned around.
Everything behind him was as usual, nothing.
Frowning slightly, he clearly heard a strange sound just now. It couldn't be an illusion, right?
This place is far away from the suburbs and is already a remote place.
He secretly wondered if he was being targeted by some criminals. So he secretly kept a cautious eye on it and walked quickly towards the cemetery.
Fortunately, the rest of the journey was uneventful. It seemed that he was overthinking it.
Walking into the cemetery, he saw rows of dark tombstones standing quietly. Bai Mo felt relieved. He checked all the coffins one by one and found nothing abnormal, then he walked into his small room with satisfaction.
"I hope there will be good news from Officer Lu soon."
Besides money, the only thing he is worried about now is the missing body in the cemetery.
As the sky got darker, he watered the flower pots outside the house, then went inside and started cooking dinner.
There were no guests today, so the meal didn't need to be too sumptuous. He quickly cooked a bowl of noodles and took it outside the hut to eat alone.
The tombstone is silent, the coffin is silent, and the surroundings are extremely quiet.
In the huge cemetery, the only sound he made from time to time was his "sucking".
After dinner, the moon and stars were sparse.
Bai Mo picked up the stick and checked around again to make sure there was no suspicious person, then returned to the house and locked the door.
"If you can't recover the body, you won't have the nerve to ask for wages. If you don't get wages, you won't have money to eat. If you don't have money to eat, you will starve to death... Oh, there is no time to wait to find a part-time job."
"Let's go to the city to see it tomorrow."
With this thought in mind, Bai Mo walked into the bedroom, climbed into the coffin skillfully, closed the coffin lid, and fell asleep.
…
As night falls, the streets and alleys of City No. 3 are lit up with lights, making it look even brighter than during the day.
Mo Qingcheng walked alone on the path.
After returning to the city, she first went home to take a shower and change into a set of clean clothes. Then she was delayed for some time due to some things, so she only now found the address of the photographer's home.
She was vaguely worried because it was already dark.
Although Dongyang City at night cannot be said to be chaotic, it is not peaceful. To be more precise, no city will be peaceful when night falls.
With the emergence of extraordinary power, a certain natural gap has arisen between extraordinary people and ordinary people.
It has nothing to do with ideas, nor good and evil.
When an unarmed patient stands next to a strong man armed with a heavy weapon, don't expect them to be really calm. No matter how kind the latter is, the patient will still be afraid of him...
Because of the imbalance in power.
In reality, ordinary people are defenseless patients, while extraordinary people are strong men armed with heavy weapons.
We are still the same kind, and may even be relatives and friends. In most cases, the two may help each other, but there will always be times when friction between the two is inevitable.
And once a conflict occurs, no matter whether it is right or wrong, it is actually difficult for ordinary people to say no to extraordinary people because of the huge disparity in power.
Naturally, there will be voices of fear among ordinary people, and there will also be voices of superiority among extraordinary people.
Whether it is a person with abilities or a practitioner, these two power systems cannot be universalized. In a sense, at least at the level of power, extraordinary people are superior to others.
Although society is still stable and most people don't care about it, the confrontation caused by the difference in power is real.
In fact, this may be the reason why Congress relaxed its control over firearms and devoted itself to researching genetic agents for ordinary people to use.
...In order to give ordinary people the power to protect themselves.
The Bureau's control over extraordinary people is quite strict, but no matter what era, there are always people who don't want to be bound by the rules.
The night is a breeding ground for negative emotions, and evil always occurs in dark corners. Whether they are ordinary people or extraordinary people, they who are suppressed during the day will always take off their masks at night and look for their own 'fun'.
This trail is not safe.
Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath. Of course she could choose to turn around and go home immediately, but some things couldn't stand the wait.
She dug into her bag and found two pieces of paper inside.
One of them was given to her by the photographer before exploring the restricted area.
Before entering the restricted area, she and the photographer exchanged suicide notes. After all, the restricted area was extremely dangerous and no one could guarantee that they could return alive.
And as long as either of them survives, they can convey the other's last wishes to the other's family.
To be continued...