In the afternoon, Zhao Song earned several hundred yuan in Hell's Kitchen, took several photos, and got a lot of small notes.

From this point of view, it seems that everyone's aesthetics are the same, at least the difference is not that big.

After all, XP will not lie.

As time goes by, night is coming, and some tour groups take passengers away.

As for the locals.

Just kidding, the locals left before four o'clock in the afternoon.

After the entire Hell Kitchen was sparsely populated, it began to show its true appearance.

Before it was dark, some people with unsettling atmosphere appeared on the streets.

They looked at the passing people with slight eyes, like looking at fat sheep.

Some people looked at Zhao Song with malicious intentions.

It seems that in the eyes of these people, Zhao Song has the potential of a fat sheep.

If you rob him, you will definitely get a generous reward.

Zhao Song didn't care about the opinions of these gangsters. Beside him, the blade warrior unscrupulously tied the sword behind him.

On his hand was a slight rush.

He stood behind Zhao Song, looking like a cold-blooded bodyguard in the movie.

Seeing the blade warriors holding the micro-rushing, the gang members whose brains had been sucked with illegal drugs and whose brains had begun to change, they slightly regained some rationality.

They looked away.

These two guys don't look easy to mess with.

Zhao Song went to the bulletproof glass window to buy two cups of coffee and some snacks. After eating them with the Blade Warrior, he came to a small alley.

There is a sweet smell in the air in the alley.

Several gang members were smoking inside.

Seeing Zhao Song and the Blade Warrior come in, they stood up unkindly.

But before they could speak, the blade warrior stepped forward and punched them in the head.

These people were lying honestly on the ground and fell asleep.

Zhao Song brought a few people together and sat down.

Their bones made the sound of Kabakaba!

"Things will definitely happen tonight. Sit down and rest for a while, Blade Warrior.

When we fight at night, we will have no time to rest.”

Zhao Song’s friendly suggestions.

The Blade Warrior shook his head and signaled himself to stand.

After Zhao Song's qi and blood were strong, he didn't look very strong, but his actual weight was not light.

He sat on these poor people, who were about to be crushed to death.

"You're about to crush them to death, and I heard the crisp sound of the bones."

The Blade Warrior said a rare thing.

Zhao Song didn't care: "It's okay, my bones are not broken yet, I can't die for the time being."

After saying that, he was drinking coffee while listening to the movements in the distance.

It's past eight o'clock, and these demons should have to go to work too.

Look, everyone is here, you are not at work yet, are you asking us to go for a waste of time?

Do you still have a public morality?

...

In the bakery, Colson, Melinda May and others were wearing heavy clothes and they carefully inspected the scene.

According to the investigation by the agents present.

More than one bakery has an accident.

According to the survey, two-thirds of the bakery here have had an accident, while people from the rest of the community say that they have not seen anyone from the Russian gang in several days.

Not that no one came to see what was going on here.

But no matter how many people came, they didn't go back.

They felt that this place was caused by evil spirits, so they did not send anyone here again.

This place has become a dead place.

As night came, Melinda May felt a little uneasy.,=

This is her intuition that she has tempered between life and death.

A mysterious, mysterious, but absolutely reliable intuition, I have saved my life several times before.

The same is true now.

She couldn't help but observe the surroundings again and pulled out her weapon.

"What's wrong?"

Observing the old partner's movements, Colson straightened up and gave up observing the patterns.

He passed the patterns to the laboratory.

The lab is resolving the meaning of this pattern in the database, and Dr. Simmons said it will take a little time.

"Phil, something must be wrong here."

Melinda May said confidently that she must have observed something, and her subconscious mind was reminding her.

What exactly is it.

Melinda didn't know much, so she asked her old partner Colson for help.

The old partner Colese heard Melinda's words and carefully observed the surroundings. He took out the photos and compared them with the patterns on the wall!

"Damn it!"

After reminding, he knew something was wrong.

After just a glance, he found that these ghost paintings painted on the wall that made people feel uncomfortable were actually moving!

They are changing actively.

However, these ghost drawing talismans move very slowly.

It is difficult to spot the agents who have been staring at here.

After an afternoon of movement, there is a slight difference between the patterns on the wall and the patterns on the afternoon wall.

Others can't see it, but Colson can't see it?

Phil Colson could tell at a glance that something was wrong.

In other words, are these bloods alive?

Or is this wall alive?

No matter what factors it is, there are big problems with this pattern!

"Everyone evacuated here!"

He shouted loudly, no matter what happened here, it would be absolutely impossible to get out first!

Although the agents didn't know what was going on, they moved quickly outside.

However, their reaction was still slow, and an old voice came from the blood.

"I, finally, see the light of day again."

A black palm appeared from the wall, and a special agent was randomly pinched to death. A large amount of black aura emerged from the wall and broke into the agent's seven orifices.

The agent didn't even struggle helplessly and was taken over.

His eyes turned into the purest black!

Just like the color of the night.

Around him, countless black smoke was shrouded in him.

After he came out, he did not pay attention to the terrified ants who aimed their weapons at him.

He took a deep breath of greed, sighed, and said with emotion: "It's been thousands of years, God, I have endured it for thousands of years.

I've received too much torture.

Now, I'm finally back, I'm back!"
To be continued...