Chapter 274 Poor Hercules
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"Who...Where is who? You...Are you a human or a ghost?" Looking at the empty scene in front of him, where no one was seen, Hercules felt a little creepy.
"Hey..." Perhaps the other party had played enough, or in response to his question, a light and shadow flashed in the corner near the floor-to-ceiling window, a man wrapped in soft armor, holding a spear in his right hand, and wearing a devil mask on his face people appeared before him.
A green laser shot out from the eyepiece of the right eye, sweeping across Hercules' panicked face.
"Are you Hercules?" The cold voice contained no emotion, like a bloodthirsty demon from hell.
Hercules nodded in a strange way: "You...what the hell are you?"
Without answering, he took two steps forward, met the fearful eyes of the gang boss, grabbed his throat, twisted his body, and walked out quickly like holding a dead dog.
Hercules struggled desperately, however, all his efforts were in vain, the stranger's hands were like an iron hoop, clamping tightly around his neck, giving him a feeling of suffocation, but not strangling him to death.
He weighs more than 200 kilograms, but it is extremely light in the hand. Hercules was like revisiting the bumper cars of his childhood, bumping into each other at the corner, going down the stairs, screaming incessantly along the way.
But it's a pity that they are not sympathetic gentlemen, let alone kind-hearted civilians. They are a group of ruthless, cold-hearted ghost agents who put their mission first and do everything they can.
Therefore, the fat man suffered all the way, and when he reached the lobby downstairs, he had more than ten bruises all over his body, especially his fat buttocks, which were covered with fat, were completely swollen. Of course, if there hadn't been a bed fight, Beast and Beauty, and a live show of a love action movie, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
When he passed the front door, out of the corner of his eye, Hercules noticed a dozen strong men lying in disorder in the yard, and those were his bodyguards. From the wounds on their bodies, it can be seen that these people had their throats cut by the other side.
Until he walked out of the gate, Hercules did not find the accomplice of the person who held him hostage. One person, only one person, killed more than a dozen bodyguards without anyone noticing. Who is he? Whose subordinate is it? With such equipment, such skills, there is no one in Rector, right?
dragging Hercules by the neck,
After about a few minutes, I came to the road outside the villa.
Finally, the guy's footsteps slowed down, and then, Hercules felt his body lighten, and with a "plop", he fell down on the dirty road.
"The goal has been reached, the task is completed." The voice was still so cold, without any emotion.
Tang Fang nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to signal that he could step back.
The reason why Agent Ghost acted alone this time is actually because he wanted to have a deeper understanding of his abilities. Sure enough, he lived up to his expectations. In just a few minutes, more than 30 people in the entire villa security system were silently killed, and Hercules was successfully captured.
Sure enough, he lived up to the name of an elite agent, with extremely high combat talents in infiltration, assassination, spying, secret infiltration, and destruction behind enemy lines. It's just that these guys are too cruel and ruthless, they don't know how to show mercy, and they don't know how to show mercy. A woman like Miranda, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, shoots her pretty face without hesitation.
But if you think about it carefully, as a secret army that often performs special missions, it should be like this. To fight a lion against a rabbit, you have to use all your strength. For people like them, feelings are superfluous.
"You... who are you?" Before Tang Fang could ask, Hercules spoke first.
As a gangster, he must be prepared to face death at all times. Hercules is getting old, but there is still a little bit of the fierceness of the early years. The four people in front of them were all wearing unknown models of power armor, and the guy who single-handedly killed his entire security team was their subordinate.
Facing such forces, he is like a lamb, um, a naked lamb.
Once upon a time, he stripped off the clothes of women who tried to resist him, ravaged their bodies, even scratched their proud pretty faces, or threw them into the cesspit to watch them struggle like white maggots.
Once upon a time, he stepped on the foreheads of many bare-boned men to make them call him grandpa, even drank his urine, and then took pictures and sent them to their families, parents, and even children. Of course, it is also a good choice to rape their sisters, wives, or even stab their teenage daughter in front of them.
Beaten? shot? Compared with these, what is it? It's easy to kill a person, but trampling on their dignity and conquering their hearts is the most satisfying thing.
This is the gangster, the gangster under the umbrella of the government, a real, cruel, cold-blooded, dark existence. Believe it or not, the darkness is there, unchanged and unchanged for thousands of years.
They are well-dressed in front of them, with gold chains and gold watches, big gold fingers, and beautiful women in fragrant cars. They have short cropped hair that looks very "spiritual", or a big bald head that can be seen as a lesson, and they call officials brothers and sisters, and talk about drinking with the rich.
Everything is so bright and colorful, but they have a black and evil "feeling" that is dark enough to cover the sun and the moon, and haze the world. This kind of evil hidden under the skin is more ferocious than the demons in hell, and more sinister than the ghosts in purgatory.
Demons strike, ghosts appear in the world, people can still fight with swords and courage, but... in the face of gangsters, what do you use to fight? Indifference between people?
Therefore, the hell and demon world has never disappeared, it has always been there, settled in the hearts of some people, and eroded this society bit by bit.
In many cases, the so-called loyalty and righteousness are just spiritual opium bestowed by the devil. This is the same as the benevolence and love of the gods, except that the devils are smarter, and they have learned to "curve to save the country"!
In this regard, Hercules did a good job, using those distorted "loyalty and righteousness" to develop power, achieve self-fulfillment, and while gaining the life of a master, he also spread "evil". Make a deal with the devil, who said you will be tricked? Look at him, look at the celebrities, the upper class.
It is always easier to make an equivalent exchange with the devil than to wait for the salvation of the gods. Therefore, Hercules threw himself into the arms of the devil without hesitation. Although he is an out-and-out Arab descendant, and even the suffix of his name is a servant of God, he never worships, let alone go to see the so-called Allah. rs
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