The Cursed Ship

Zheng Yang understood that he was thinking too much.

This guy Rich simply disliked that Weiner and him walking together affected the effect of pretending to be cool, so he imagined replacing Weiner with Zheng Yang. look.

"What on earth are you here for?" Zheng Yang was helpless and asked directly.

Rich was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, I just came to confirm, are you really not a superhuman?"

"Yes and no, what's the difference?"

"Lofni thinks you are! If you are really a transcendent, we need to register some information, such as your ability characteristics and approximate level of strength. This will make it easier to exclude you in the event of some man-made vicious mysterious side events in the future. suspect, we will seek your cooperation if necessary.”

The characteristics of abilities and the level of strength have been made public. Wouldn't it be easy to be targeted when they become enemies?

Zheng Yang suddenly invoked a bit of psychic energy, using his right palm as a knife, his body spinning like a spinning top, and slashed at Ridge. With a strange cry, he took half a step back to avoid it.

Zheng Yang took advantage of the momentum to follow up, and slashed straight; Rich raised his hands and crossed them in front of him, bumped into Zheng Yang forcefully, leaped nearly two meters away with his strength, and flung the hem of his windbreaker after landing, gracefully Turning around, holding a silver desert eagle in each hand and pointing at Zheng Yang at the same time.

"I use a knife. Is this kind of strength considered a transcendent?" Zheng Yang flicked his right palm and asked eagerly at Rich's pistol.

Rich hesitated for a while: "Is that all? The strength is equivalent to three ordinary adults, and with the sword, it is equivalent to the strength of five people. But if you don't really master the extraordinary power of psionic energy, you can't be considered extraordinary!"

Is the mastery of psychic power a sign of a transcendent?

Zheng Yang shrugged and said, "That's not right! What about you, what extraordinary ability do you have?"

This question is rather reckless, but Zheng Yang doesn't care, the other party keeps inquiring about his ability, why can't he inquire about the other party?

Rich put away his pistol in a joke, and said with a little embarrassment: "I use a gun. Strictly speaking, I am not a superhuman. But my gun and bullets have been enchanted by alchemy, and I have the ability to deal with monsters." Evil ability, occupation is also related to the mysterious side, so it is considered half a transcendent."

Zheng Yang kept staring at Rich, telling him intuitively that this guy wasn't telling the truth, besides using enchanted firearms, he must have real extraordinary abilities.

We all have reservations, half catty.

However, Zheng Yang was envious of the enchanted pistol in Rich's hand. When Rich retracted the gun just now, Zheng Yang saw clearly that he was pinned on both sides of the back waist.

Seeing that Rich had no intention of introducing the pistol, Zheng Yang asked, "Where can I buy that kind of pistol and bullets?"

Richie talked about him: "This sailboat of yours is very expensive, right? I really envy you rich people, you can play whatever you want!"

The corner of Zheng Yang's mouth twitched: Damn, if you can find five gold shields from me and the account, you win!

Without speculation, Zheng Yang waved his hand and said, "Forget it if you don't want to talk, you are busy, so please forgive me!" After finishing speaking, he left Rich at the pier and went back to the boat by himself.

Rich watched Zheng Yang's back disappear into the cabin, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: Sly boy, sooner or later you will show your fox tail!

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The night shrouded English Harbour, and the moon was not as round as it was a few days ago, but the city lights made the port still bright.

The streets of the port are very lively. In addition to the local residents, there are also businessmen, boat passengers, and sailors coming and going from all over the place. Passengers and sailors, in particular, are off deck and enjoying a life of stability and certain pleasures on land in order to get enough conditioning before returning to sea.

As a result, the streets around the harbor pier are not much quieter at night than during the day, and even seem busier at night than during the day.

The lights are feasting here, and women in cool clothes can be seen everywhere,

Drunk men are everywhere too.

In a remote bar far from the pier, the fiery dance of the dancer caused the guests to revel, and the sound of booing came one after another.

However, a booth in the corner seems to be out of touch with the surrounding environment, the hustle and bustle cannot be transmitted to the booth at all, and the surrounding people seem to be unable to see the existence of this booth, and no one's eyes will stay here.

Even if someone approaches here unintentionally, they will subconsciously skip this deck and leave quickly.

In the deck, there are three people talking.

"Decimer's ceremony was successful, but there was another accident."

"Did he perform a conversion ceremony on himself? I heard he received Holy Communion."

"No, I found out clearly. He just held a spiritual seance ceremony and summoned a demon spirit to enter his dog. But the demon spirit mutated on the dog and became a source of pollution. He was infected with a mutated Rabies virus, when it attacks, it resembles a werewolf transformation, losing its mind and bloodthirsty madness."

"A demonized mutated virus? It should be the werewolf body, that's right! Isn't the so-called bloodline determined by genes? The demonized mutated rabies virus changes the genes of normal human beings to form werewolf bloodlines, which is completely in line with one of our transformations." theoretical basis."

"But this kind of contagious transformation, after the transformation, you will lose your sanity and become uncontrollable."

"..."

There was a lot of noise outside the booth, but it was extremely quiet inside the booth, only the sound of conversation going on for a long time.

It wasn't until the three of them finished talking that one of the middle-aged men wearing glasses and dressed as a gentleman picked up his cane and paused on the ground, revoking an invisible barrier, and all the sounds from the bar came to this booth. When people look over, they will no longer subconsciously ignore this place.

...

Late at night, the streets of the port became quieter. The girl and the man who hit up a conversation negotiated a price and both left, while a curled up drunk man muttered on the bench.

The basement of the Secret Service, where Decimay is still being held.

An uncontrollable dangerous element like him, even if he is not immediately humanely destroyed, will be sent to a specific place as research material, and it is difficult to have a chance to be released again.

A mosquito flew into the Secret Service Bureau and slowly approached the strong man in black guarding the gate. A buzzing sound with a strange rhythm entered the ears of the man in black, and he gradually relaxed his expression, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes were dull, and he slowly opened the door.

The mosquito left the door and continued to go deeper inside. The gates were opened by their respective guards, and the dungeon where Desima was held became unimpeded...

Before dawn, Luo Funi was woken up by the phone and rushed back to the Secret Affairs Bureau.

Decimai disappeared, and the monitoring showed that the guards opened a total of five protective doors to let Decimai go, but those guards didn't know what happened to him.