Lord of the Witches

Those figures were too fast, passing by like ghosts, so Tang Qi only had time to receive one or even half a piece of information.

"The power of the evil god...the polluter!"

Tang Qi's brows were already frowned by these half fragments, and some memory images appeared in his mind.

And a hasty glance at what he saw made Tang Qi quickly confirm, where did those flashing figures come from?

At that moment, he saw a tall body, a black suit, and several white phantoms. Maybe it was... a mask?

"Hastu Club!"

Tang Qi lowered the window of the car, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.

Various clues emerged in his mind.

From the original amber merchant, the weird evil seed, then the masked monster who attacked Stana, the mutant masked man who tried to get back the seeds and business cards, and the familiarity of Samra's clone with the white mask.

When these are linked together, an obvious truth emerges.

Just in the city of Messer, or with the city of Messer at its core, there is an extraordinary organization that leans towards the evil camp.

Moreover, the main force of this organization seems to be an unknown evil god.

So far, Tang Qi has not seen other members of this organization. The only one he has seen and fought against is the mutated white masked monster. Since even Samra knows about this masked man polluted by the power of evil gods, Not many within the organization.

Clubs... Could it be that these masked people are just like the most common waiters in some clubs, and they are just the most basic tools?

When this guess surfaced, Tang Qi couldn't help showing a look of surprise in his eyes.

Tang Qi had fought against the masked man who was out of control and had greatly increased his combat power, and was killed by a sneak attack.

With his current combat power, Tang Qi thought to himself that he could deal with at least seven or eight masked people who had mutated out of control. If there was a spacious battlefield, it would not be difficult to kill them all.

But if the masked people are the basic personnel of the "Hastu Club", then there will naturally be higher-level fighters.

"This is a powerful organization. The Ancient Castle Bureau may have known its existence long ago, but they just couldn't find any manpower, so they acquiesced in its development for the time being?"

"What's their purpose? Haunting the Bronx at a time like this...?"

"Stop!"

The driver, who was in a tense state, was almost startled by Tang Qi's sudden voice. If he hadn't recognized the voice coming from the carriage behind him in time, the old cowboy would have drawn his gun.

Although he is a coachman who relies on driving for a living, the old cowboy's temper is still there. After being taken aback, he was about to lose his temper at the passengers in the carriage when he saw a dozen silver-white Gnar into the tin can he put aside.

The clanging clanging sound was so pleasant that it was enough to make him forget the unhappiness just now.

When I was about to thank this generous guest, I found that the car was already empty.

"Young and impatient guest, don't know where this place is?"

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. I'm only here to earn money for drinking tomorrow night."

The coachman muttered, then turned around and lightly whipped the horse's buttocks, and the spacious carriage immediately kicked away again, much faster than before.

...

In a dark alley in the Bronx District, a young figure rushed past quickly. When he passed a dark corner, his body disintegrated with a "buzz", and a twisted cloud of smoke emerged, quickly blending into the night and disappearing.

With the help of the fog body, Tang Qi perfectly blended into the night and shadows. No one would notice a wisp of mist. Even if he saw it occasionally, he would at most think it was night fog or water vapor.

Naturally, he did not catch up with those white-masked men who flashed by.

Tang Qi's purpose is just to collect information.

Judging from the process of killing the Samra family, it is an advantage to be ahead of the information. If it weren't for Tang Qi's position in the dark and his knowledge of the family, how could he have wiped them out with that simple trap.

Now Tang Qi has not yet faced off against the "Hastu Club", but Tang Qi has a wonderful premonition.

Whether it's because of taking the blame for this organization or for other reasons, the two sides will definitely meet again in the future.

That being the case, collecting some information in advance is a matter of course.

The time he spent thinking about it before had caused him to lose several people.

However, because of the body of fog, Tang Qi's tracking technique became simple and crude, yet very effective.

He turned into a cloud of mist and floated to a high place, and a huge area came into his eyes in an instant.

There are houses mainly in yellow and black, messy and dirty streets, sewers that spew out water vapor occasionally, and every corner where various shady transactions and bloody tragedies are happening. into his eyes.

"found it!"

Almost just a few breaths, Tang Qi saw those figures again.

They seemed to separate somewhere, and then headed in the same direction again.

The southern area there is dominated by abandoned factories, and most of the residents are homeless and really low-income or even no-income groups.

Tang Qi made a judgment in his heart, and at the same time drifted past without hesitation.

Soon, his figure merged into the shadow of a window in an abandoned factory building, and on the street below, a total of four figures gathered.

Each of them is wearing a certain standard black suit, not grand, or a gentleman, looks a bit dull, and with the white masks covering their faces, in this late night, they are still like the Bronx area. place.

Even if someone passed by here unintentionally, they would be frightened and leave immediately.

These four people are the same as the mutated masked people Tang Qi had seen, all of them were tall, strong and bald, and they didn't make a sound during their actions, like four black ghosts, gathered below.

When the four of them stood still, deep and cold voices sounded from under the masks one after another.

"The sleeping props are set up, we have three hours."

...

"Information confirms that this is where No. 30 died."

...

"The information left by No. 30 before dying has been found. The target is unmarked and weird, with a strong body, and mainly fights with brute force. The key points seem to be the heart and head, but the resilience is extremely strong, and it cannot be severely damaged in a short period of time. , it may choose to escape."

...

"Meet the requirements of the Pollution Pool, arrest immediately!"

Four almost identical voices entered Tang Qi's ears one after another.

These four white-masked people don't seem like normal people. If it weren't for the clear human aura on them, the accuracy and consistency of their actions, and the cold mechanical feeling, I'm afraid they would mistakenly think they were human beings. Four robots.

"This is the state they were in before they lost control?"

"Their actions are to capture a monster that once killed their own kind?"

"The purpose is for something called the pool of pollution."

Tang Qi looked down, and the four figures who began to set up some kind of trap began to think quickly in his mind.

At the same time, Tang Qi didn't forget, and stared at the four seriously. He was too hasty before, and only had time to extract half of the information fragments.

And the last time they fought, Tang Qi even killed the masked man directly without taking a closer look.

Now is a great opportunity.

ps: Thank you book friend Xiuxian for your reward. By the way, I will ask for a recommendation ticket on Monday.