Russia, the temporary base of the CIA.

"Jerico's energy signal has been detected, and it's almost time for you to go out. We have a smartphone for you." Hongqi explained when he handed a suitcase to Death Knell, "We will monitor your location and follow up on your situation at any time. In addition, your new wallet also has a debit card, a new passport and other documents. The pre-deposit is two million, which is just a pre-payment. If you help us kill Odysseus, there will be another 23 million behind, whatever girls you spend."

"Maybe it's the boy." Deadpool interrupted.

Death hour sent him a fist to his nose without looking back, and asked coldly: "How many people have come to Russia in your operation?"

"Not many, the CIA is not convenient for this operation, so I only sent someone like me to run errands." Hongqi said, "Simply put, you can't expect any backup."

Death knelled coldly.

"I have never expected such a thing in my life."

Another place.

The moment this guy who called himself "opssum" appeared, Jericho felt very bad. It was not because of the guy's pale and ugly face, but because of some more inner aura.

The man took the initiative to contact Jericho and claimed to be his father's friend. Jericho originally refused to deal with anyone who had something to do with his father because he felt that his father's death knell was a cold-blooded killer, and his friends would definitely not be a good person. But the problem is that he is now at a loss. Odysseus drew out the power that was originally sleeping in his body in one breath, and now he will lose control and kill innocent people due to emotional fluctuations from time to time. He doesn't want to continue like this.

It was at this time that the "possum" appeared. He said that he had been paying attention to Jericho, knew everything about him, and could help him control his ability, so he came here with a try-and-see attitude.

And the moment he saw himself, he changed his mind.

In ordinary people's words, Jericho can enter the other party's consciousness to spy on his thoughts, but the pale man's brain feels like an unfathomable black hole to him, and he can't invade in it at all. Not only that, this man exudes a smell of evil, real and pure evil, but unfortunately, he has never missed his intuition since he was a child.

"Hello, Jericho." The possum grinned, "As I introduced myself before, I am an old friend of your father. Thank you very much for agreeing to let me help."

"Sorry, I've changed my mind a little." Jericho said coldly. "I feel a little uncomfortable. I think we should probably stop this meeting and wait until next time I feel better."

The possum grinned and exposed a yellowed teeth: "I'm afraid this is impossible."

He cleared his throat, took out his cell phone, and said, "I have an interesting audio here. Trust me, listen carefully, it can help you relax a lot."

Jericho frowned: "I didn't listen to anything..."

Suddenly, his words came to an abrupt end, and Youlu's pupils suddenly contracted. He twitched for a while as if he was electrocuted, and then his body curled up in pain, and his mouth was in vague pain.

"Believe it or not, I only tried the same move on your father not long ago." The possum sneered, "The effect is quite extraordinary."

He held up his cell phone and slowly walked towards Jericho, who had curled up. All of this was effortless.

Of course, things are not that simple.

A silver light flashed suddenly, and the possum's right hand and the phone in his hand flew out together. A large amount of blood gushed out of the broken arm like a spring. Before the pain could be transmitted to the nervous system, the sword light flashed again, but this time it cut off his neck. The ugly head drew an arc and threw it away, rolling several times in the dirty alleyway.

"A warning, a ball." Ruth, wearing a sexy black tights and short-sleeved shoulders, appeared domineeringly, with blood flowing on her sword blade, "Don't make a fool of me."

Ruth stomped the screen of the possum's mobile phone, and hurriedly squatted beside Jericho and said, "Jerico, can you hear it? It's me."

Jericho's mouth and nose were already covered with blood, and blood even overflowed from his eyes. He spoke in pain: "Sister...Sister..."

"It's me, I'm here." She tightly squeezed Jericho's pale and bloodless hand, "Try to relax, Jericho, you'll be fine."

"Jerico can't hurt anyone now, Ruth." A majestic and dull voice came from the depths of the shadows, another guest who visited this inconspicuous alley tonight.

It was Odysseus. He was wearing green armor, a gray cloak, a dark green mask, and his long white hair was floating under his cloak.

"Grandpa can assure you."

Ruth looked up suddenly and stared at him with hatred.

"You are my flesh and blood, Ruth." Odysseus said coldly, "You tried to block my actions last time, but I let you go with this, but don't take it for granted. If you still insist on going against me, I will have to make you unable to block my path again."

"I was not prepared enough last time, and I was always a slut."

Ruth said gritting her teeth, gently putting her brother on the ground, and stood up and faced Odysseus.

"But this time it's different."

"Scanning...the neural link is being established...the system is being started and the Beta system is online."

A series of cold electronic prompt sounds sounded, and the backpack she carried on her back immediately started, spreading along her limbs one by one, wrapping her entire body in. After the armor with golden stripes was finished, the eyepiece was filled with dark blue light, and the monitor quickly started, locking the only target in front of her.

The pain of dressing came again, but if she didn't know if it was an illusion, she felt that this time seemed a little easier than the last time.

"Oh, so that's it." Odysseus looked at it with interest for a moment, "I did make some preparations."

"One of my colleagues when I used to be a mercenary was its last holder, and we had a good relationship," Ruth said. "So before he died he told me about this armor and everything that it could do."

After a pause, she raised her long sword and pointed it at Odysseus, and emphasized specifically: "For example, chopping off your head."

"I don't want to break your last fantasy, my adorable granddaughter." Odysseus sneered, "but even with this kind of thing, you can't kill me."

"I'm pretty confident." Ruth snorted, strode up with his sword, "Then you must not mind me trying it, right?"
Chapter completed!