"Da...dah..." There was a sound of footsteps on the quiet street.

At this time, due to the attack of the forbidden crow, there were no people on the road to Market No. 76 today.

Gong Mo walked on the empty street, then stopped and stopped beside the body of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a headless corpse, probably cut off his head by the claws of the forbidden crow. I don’t know where he landed.

Gong Mo squatted down and found a pack of cigarettes and lighters from the middle-aged man's pocket on the ground.

Then, he took out a cigarette from the bloody cigarette package and put it in his mouth, and then threw the blood-stained cigarette into the pool of blood beside him.

After throwing the pack of cigarettes, Gong Mo began to put the cigarette in his mouth and fired a lighter.

However, as he pressed his thumb one after another, the lighter did not emit any fire.

Seeing this, Gong Mo threw the lighter directly and started looking for the lighter on the corpse on the ground.

However, after searching for a while, he couldn't find a lighter that could be used.

Gong Mo held the cigarette, but tears and snot slowly flowed out.

In the past, there was a woman who told him not to smoke because she didn't like to smell the smell of cigarettes.

He loved her, so he quit.

Now that the woman is dead, he needs to smoke now to clearly recall the woman's memory.

This has to be said to be an irony.

"I have a lighter here, do you need it?" It was at this time that a brand new disposable lighter was handed over to Gong Mo.

Gong Mo paused, glanced at the weird man with empty eyes in front of him, and then took the lighter from the other party's hand.

Then, the friction wheel was scratched with his thumb, and the lighter friction wheel rubbed against the flint, burst out with sparks, igniting the gas emitted by the lighter.

"Hiss..." Gong Mo took a greedy breath of cigarette.

In front of him, there seemed to be a woman who was accusing him of not smoking.

That accusation makes people miss...

"Do you still remember the game I played with you before? Do you want to accept punishment?" It was at this moment that Xiong Si looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, with a strange smile on his face, as if he had encountered some fun toys.

"You are a very failed person." Gong Mo glanced at Xiong Si, slowly spitting the smoke on the other party's face, and suddenly said.

Hearing his words, Xiong Si's smile gradually calmed down and he did not care about the other party's actions of spitting smoke on his face.

After pausing, he sneered: "Did I fail? I can control the lives of many people between my palms."

"Is that true?" Gong Mo took a sip of cigarettes, then narrowed his eyes with pleasure: "But you are a very failed person. I guess you must have been in a down-and-out life before this strange ability.

You are in a state of decline and you want to get attention from others by killing people.”

Xiong Si stared at Gong Mo with his empty eyes, and his voice became a little cold, "You continue talking."

"You have an ordinary past and a desperate life... Cough cough... Sometimes, you can often think of how desperate your future is." Gong Mo coughed a few times, as if he was choked by cigarettes.

He has indeed not smoked for a long time.

"It's really sad for a person like you. Even if you gain extraordinary power, you still don't know what your future is like. You still need to gain attention from ordinary people and get a sense of identity from them."

Gong Mo looked at Xiong Si, "Actually, I'm very surprised. People like you should go back to be a superhero. In this way, when you get their attention, the danger is the lowest.

But you used a stupid method. Is this because you are still a waste and can't control the ** in your heart at all?"

"Shut up!!!" Hearing this, Xiong Si let out a roar and grabbed Gong Mo's neck.

Gong Mo was lifted up, his face gradually turned red, and his eyes began to appear bloodshot because of his neck being strangled.

However, at this moment, he was still biting the cigarette, without any trace of struggle, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

Xiong Si seemed to feel it too, so he threw Gong Mo aside.

Gong Mo fell to the ground and his first reaction was not to breathe, but to hold the cigarette biting in his mouth with his hands.

"Cough...cough..." Then, he let out a violent cough.

"I found that you are really getting more and more fun. I want to play with you." Xiong Si's face was ferocious and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'll dig your eyes off later, and then throw you into the central area of ​​Qinge Lake to try if you can find the shore."

"Oh..." Gong Mo sneered, "Is this something you are afraid of? I was blind and fell into the lake, but I didn't know where the shore was. It's really scary to think about it."

Xiong Si didn't say anything, but his face became more and more ferocious.

"Actually, I told you so much before, just because I think your way of killing is too bad. You shouldn't be hurt by that person in the mall so easily.

You can try to develop your own abilities? For example, use your extremely fast speed to grab a gun, then use the gun to hit the person before, and then shoot him to death."

Gong Mo took a deep breath of cigarette, finished the last cigarette, and then threw the cigarette aside.

Hearing his words, Xiong Si was slightly stunned. At this time, his mind became active.

With his ability now, he really can't fight against that person at all.

But if there is a gun, he may be able to fight back.

"Bang!"

And at this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

A bloody hole appeared on Xiong Si's head.

"Puchi..." Gong Mo's lips opened and he couldn't help laughing: "Haha, haha, the blind man was thinking about whether he could use a gun! Haha, haha... Do you know that you can't kill him with a gun...haha"

After a while, he stopped laughing, looked at the corpse on the ground, and laughed: "You are just a mediocre person, an ordinary person. Even after gaining that strange ability, you are still like this..."

Speaking of this, his face paused slightly.

In fact, he used to be such an ordinary person.

At that time, he wanted to accompany his wife well and was willing to spend his whole life protecting her.

So, he is willing to become mediocre.

Even, use the sentence "Responsibility is greater than ideals." as your motto.

And be prepared to realize it for a lifetime.

She wants to protect her wife.

However, some time ago, his wife died...

His life's goal has been destroyed.

So, he became decadent and gave up on himself, and came to this dangerous market No. 76, waiting for his day to die.

Then, some time ago, he was awakened by a man.

He lived for his wife for the first half of his life.

Now, he feels that his future needs to be lived for himself.

Do something meaningful.

For example...kill those miscellaneous...
Chapter completed!