The black man was wearing a blue one-piece auto mechanic's repair suit. He was as strong as a gangster, but his expression was very nervous. The arm holding the banknote trembled violently, and then he raised the money to his mouth and kissed it deeply.
At this time, he was about ten meters away from Bai Lang, and a gun handle was exposed from his pocket. His eyes were fixed on Bai Lang's back, but his hand hesitated several times. Finally, he made up his mind, mustered up the courage, grasped the handle, and took out
Got the gun.
He stepped forward quickly to keep up, blood rushing to his head, and he didn't realize the sound of the soles of his shoes. He was both excited and nervous.
This is the first time he has committed a crime during a dangerous period, and he is about to step into the ranks of hunters from a civilian contractor.
He held the 20 dollar bill in his left hand, gathered all his strength, pinched his neck, and kept exerting force. His face turned red but he ran wildly, and towards Bai Lang's back, he shouted loudly: "I can't breathe!
"
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Bailang, who had been prepared for a long time, felt as if he was struck by lightning. His face suddenly turned red, and then an indescribable 'suffocation feeling' hit him like a tsunami, drowning him.
Purely physiological 'suffocation' is meaningless to him. He can easily hold his breath for half an hour and engage in high-intensity combat.
But the 'suffocation feeling' at this time was a forced experience that ignored his physical fitness and made him feel depressed and miserable like an ordinary person.
Immediately, when Bailang realized something was wrong, his knees bent uncontrollably. With a bang!, he knelt on one knee on the ground, facing the empty ground, and maintained a grappling movement.
I was actually being controlled remotely?!
Feeling of suffocation, trance, unable to move... Everything that happened suddenly made him confused. Then he immediately woke up. [Thorns]'s mental resistance broke out again, his brain went cold, and his IQ went online.
The whole process took less than 1 second. When he clearly realized what he had encountered, [Thorns] was still suffering from unknown erosion. Interference from the outside continued.
Bai Lang opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but the 'suffocation' feeling could not be broken and enveloped his body. Even no matter how hard he inhaled, his lungs were still blocked and he couldn't breathe a trace of air.
Not only that, even if he was carrying 10 tons of dragon elephant power, he couldn't get out of this position and stand up again.
But the good news is that after his strong struggle, his upper body resisted the formidable force and was finally able to resume free movement. Only his limbs below the waist were still controlled, and he must remain kneeling on one knee to crush him.
, making him unable to move.
The temporary suffocation cannot hurt Bailang. His body is still normal, but this shrouded state is disgusting. It's like flies that can't hurt you at all, but keep falling into your bowl.
He turned his head fiercely and saw a black man with nervous and even frightened face, aiming a gun at him and walking tremblingly. The other person was trying hard to strangle his throat. You could see the veins on his arms bulging and his face was suppressed.
His face was red, and he felt like he had a grudge against himself, and he wanted to break his own neck.
In this state, the other party should suffocate first. However, the other party's respiratory tract, including the mouth and nose, is indeed blocked, but the airflow is still circulating in the lungs.
Bailang's 'suffocation' was not an illusion. He realized that he was sharing a certain state with the other party? Was he being dragged down to the other party's level and then defeated?
This is a curse similar to the 'Dead Si Ping Xue'. The black man cuts off his own breathing and replaces his physical condition with himself.
Every moment you try to breathe, you push air into the other person's lungs. The other person's severed nasal cavity and mouth are locked together with your own trachea and lungs.
As for the 'dizziness and suffocation', it was the other person's feelings that all hit him, forcing Bai Lang to experience it, and he fell into a trance mentally.
As long as this curse continues, the cursed person will eventually suffocate to death after enduring a long period of torture.
The harder the opponent pinches him, the more Bailang suffocates.
Not only that, the viciousness of this curse lies in its 'control'. Bai Lang's invincible body was controlled by a mere mortal and could not move.
This is simply ridiculous! Ridiculous exclamation arose in his heart.
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired four consecutive shots, all of which missed and hit the concrete floor next to Bailang, causing gravel to fly.
When the black man launched the 'curse' sneak attack, he also felt that the power in the banknotes was rapidly draining. He was inexperienced and did not know that the cost of cursing and controlling a humanoid blood cow like Bailang like an ant would be higher than targeting ordinary people.
Gao. So I felt extremely flustered.
The maintenance man approached tremblingly, his arm trembling violently, and he insisted on pulling the trigger, but the shooting became more erratic and random.
Bai Lang watched indifferently as the other party grabbed his throat amidst the hail of bullets, and he already understood the cause and effect.
He didn't care about the forceful control of kneeling on one knee; he didn't care about being hit by bullets; he didn't care about the suffocation and dizziness. The power of Qi and blood in his body was enough to support him to hold his breath for more than half an hour. The opponent pinched himself.
Don't even think about holding yourself to death even if you lose everything.
The only thing that disgusted Bai Lang was that after the other party activated the 'power of evil spirits', the ubiquitous and irresistible erosion was polluting his spirit.
Once any evil spirit's 'power' acts on oneself, even if the damage and effects are resisted, weak 'corrosion' will still occur.
This is a forced destruction that cannot be disobeyed at the level of power, just like magical chakra must be greater than ordinary chakra. The power of any evil spirit will corrode his spirit.
Even though [Thorn] already had mental defense, he could indeed resist the mental interference carried by the curse, but he still felt like he was being corroded by weak acid.
Very disgusting.
"Damn it, you're looking for death!"
If Bailang contracts a spirit, no matter how weak it is, this corrosion will be naturally offset. But he has no spirit maintenance, and he will be at a loss when fighting with any ordinary person. Although this corrosion is insignificant, even 0.01% of mental pollution is done
No, but he just felt unhappy.
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The black man fired another shot, and finally, using the advantage of distance, he hit Bailang in the back. While being forcibly controlled, he was really hit and even suffered a minor injury.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The black man kept pulling the trigger, but the bullets were empty. Bai Lang only had a little blood seeping from his back, and his waist was still straight, and he even gave him a smile full of 'goodwill'.
The black man suddenly became more nervous and shouted in horror: "I can't breathe!" While pulling the trigger, it made a hollow sound. His mind was a little confused, and he muttered: "I didn't mean it, I didn't want to do this, forgive me!"
"
Bai Lang still kept kneeling on one knee, but took out the electric nail gun from his arms, calmly aimed at the opponent, and assumed a shooting posture.
At this moment, the black man's racial talent exploded. There was no big gold chain around his neck to support the 'bullet gene', but the talent for escape that had been written into the DNA for generations was awakened.
He realized that his first hunt had failed because he was too nervous and could not change the magazine with one hand, so he continued to strangle himself to death, turned around and ran away.
Puff puff puff!
Bai Lang squinted one eye, took aim, and calmly pulled the trigger continuously, and a needle and steel nail flew out. With the sound of breaking through the air, the black man screamed, and was punched in by Bai Lang through the air.
In the end, he also received an acupuncture shot in the knee socket, and the needle pierced his "bulinggai" and disappeared. The black man couldn't help but kneel down and put it on his knee.
The sudden severe pain and kneeling caused him to let go of his left hand, and the mandatory 'curse' was interrupted. Bailang resumed breathing, the erosion subsided, and stood up again.
His mental pollution did not increase because the opponent was too weak. The entire curse, including the subsequent shot, was insignificant to him.
The only thing that amazed him was that he was forced to kneel down and the moment of trance caused by the feeling of suffocation were phenomena that his body should not produce.
Mortals holding tokens can also target themselves. This is not their ability, but the power of evil spirits. This discovery shocked him a little, and the sense of crisis became even stronger.
"I was actually succeeded by a weakling like you? It's really worth encouraging."
Bailang stuffed the nail gun back into his arms, flicked his wrist, and pulled out an adjustable wrench from his sleeve. He jumped towards the opponent with brisk steps, and his spirit was particularly high. He was finally defeated again.
The black man clenched his fists and found that his body was stiff and difficult to move. He had no understanding of the mysterious space-pointing culture from the East. He only thought that he had also suffered some kind of 'evil god power', and his heart was full of panic: "No, no, no, don't come here.
.Please forgive me, this is my first time, I don’t want to hurt you!”
Bang!
The other person was kicked away, crossed a distance, and hit hard on a trash can on the roadside. The surface of the iron box was dented, and the black man completely lost his resistance. He was vomiting and shaking, but he was still unable to move.
"You didn't want to hurt me, so you shot me? You are a master of body drawing."
Kicking the pistol away, Bai Lang approached again, reached out to dig out the bullet embedded in his body, and threw it on the ground. The muscles were tightened, and the Blood Demon's afterbirth forcibly closed the wound, healing itself with its recovery power.
He sensed that the other person was holding a token in his left hand, and there was a special wave of 'spirit' left in it, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Bai Lang bent down and reached out to the other party.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The other party suddenly remembered something and shouted wildly: "Black lives matter!"
The strange fluctuation spread again, this time it did not affect Bailang, but enveloped him, and the source was the 'token' he held in his left hand.
Bailang easily opened his fist and took out a wrinkled 20 US dollar bill, his eyes still a little confused. These were really weird things that he had never seen in the East End Monastery.
Before Bai Lang came to Somogo, there were no slogans such as 'I can't breathe!' or 'Black lives matter!' in his home earth, so he knew nothing about black people's superpowers.
Looking at the banknotes whose internal energy had been cleared, I felt confused.
With the last words shouted by the other party, the token was drained. Just like the battery of a mobile phone dropped to 0%, but the token is still valuable. If the believer believes in the corresponding 'spirit', then those who choose to join the hunt can get an overdraft.
and recharge.
"You? What did you just do?"
The other party's roar exhausted the power in the token, but nothing happened, which made Bailang feel the conspiracy. He asked while waving the wrench and giving it to the other party.
The next moment, Wrench's attack on the opponent directly deepened his 'hunting mark', which made him stop immediately.
The free-flowing battles and attacks in the danger zone may deepen one's 'mark', but it will never be to such a large extent.
Bailang had tested it on that group of niggas yesterday. He knew very well that it was just a 'hello', but his 'hunting mark' had deepened a lot.
Is this the ability of the ‘Black lives matter!’ thing just now?
Bailang looked at the other person suspiciously. The black man was given a wrench and was extremely frightened, so he asked: "What is the spirit you believe in?"
The other party was extremely frightened and gave incoherent and messy answers. Bai Lang finally pieced together the answer.
A newly born "lower spirit-Floyd", a very strong "new generation power group" in the black camp, is located in the 21-Rocket District.
Like Black Christ, a 'token' full of high-quality products and low prices, it only takes a moment to get a counterfeit bill with a face value of 20 US dollars that cannot be used.
If you own it and recharge it, you can activate the curse 'I can't breathe!'. Even if you are not a direct believer, as long as you are black, you will have additional blessings, and when targeting white people, the power of the curse will be increased.
Bailang's 'appearance skin' this time is precisely to match the Chinese and Western mixture of the 'Otlander' character. It is in the category of curse power 1, and the other party is also a black man. The activation requirement of the curse is -1, so that he can feel the world
