Chapter 787 Mr. J and Mr. J

To be precise, it was a poker card, the back was black and white, the front was a sword-wielding man in a brocade robe, and there were two uppercase jacks of spades in the upper left and lower right corners.

The thick purple flowed on the face of the card, and painted the face of the sword-wielder in the middle in a short while.

Mr. J's eyes, which had recovered to normal, narrowed, his pupils constricted suddenly, looking at the blood-soaked playing cards, he seemed to think of something, the anger on his face was no longer, and changed into an expression of shock and astonishment.

The blood was still flowing, dripping drop by drop along the man's arm, along his own arm.

Turamon stood not far away, his eyes full of confusion.

"So that's how it is." Mr. J laughed, laughing so violently that purple blood spurted from his mouth and flowed down his chin.

The black robe outside the arm armor was blown by the wind from the air-conditioning system, swaying slightly, revealing the deeper and finer purple energy patterns, which is very mysterious and sci-fi.

"An accident?" The voice echoed throughout the hall, with a trembling tone, echoing the flickering cyan light marks on the surface of the spherical crystal below the quantum teleporter.

"Yes." Mr. J nodded honestly, and a few traces of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

"You shouldn't pretend to be mine..." The voice was still cold and trembling.

"Aren't you also pretending to be someone else?" Mr. J smiled miserably: "Mr. Drizzt..."

Yes, the one who pierced his chest was none other than His Majesty's right-hand man, Mr. Drizzt, the Minister of Internal Affairs who has always been hiding in the shadows like a ghost.

In front of Anthem Will, Drizzt has never had a sense of presence compared to Mr. J. Whether it was Tai Lun or Turamon, they were used to treating him as the shadow of His Majesty the King.

To this day, he steps out of the shadows. Walking into reality, Mr. J was stunned, and Turamon was stunned. If Hymn Will was still alive, he would definitely be stunned by what he saw.

It took a long time for His Royal Highness to react. But he still couldn't accept the scene in front of him. To be precise, it was an insult to his IQ and vision, as well as a betrayal.

"Drizzt, what the hell are you doing?" Facing Drizzt, he was used to bossing around, even if things developed to this point, he was still used to being arrogant. Speak with a strong stance.

The light in the spherical crystal is like a frightened water elf, causing ripples,

Hide in a deeper place.

Drizzt didn't answer his question, the gratings in front of Turamon turned, a black shadow appeared on the originally empty ground, and the jumping light illuminated his face and his eyes.

A soldier wearing a silver mask and black armor reveals the true face of Mount Lu from the virtual to the real. A gloomy and cold atmosphere permeated the air, and the wind became fierce. The light became dire.

Turamon couldn't figure out what happened at all, he fell down and sat on the ground, staring at the person in front of him with horrified eyes.

him today. I have seen too many incredible things and experienced too many accidents.

When Hymn Will was still alive, everything was fine. After he died, the United Kingdom of Turanx became turbulent, and ghosts and ghosts dormant in the shadows appeared one after another.

"Fourth, don't be so rude, that's His Royal Highness the Prince."

Black 4 raised his arm, holding a gun in his palm. Black makes people despair.

Drizzt exerted a little force, and the hand inserted into Mr. J's chest moved out. More blood spilled and fell to the ground with a splash. Bury that playing card completely.

Surprisingly, he seemed to be holding something in his palm, and some blue-white light leaked from the gap in the glove, illuminating the viscous purple blood.

The smell of acetic acid in the air became stronger, Mr. J's breathing became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes flickered on and off, like candles in the wind.

"You...your goal...is really it..."

Drizzt said: "It's really a reckless waste of power stones to fall into your hands."

"T Energy Stone?" Mr. J said, "So you Abyssal Knights call them that."

Drizzt's hand continued to move outward, but it was relatively slow, as if there was resistance, as strong as him, he couldn't get what he wanted cleanly, from the gap between his five fingers, he could see many meridian-like things, tenacity extremely strong.

"Do you think Lord Proxy doesn't know what you did in the United Kingdom of Turanx? It's really funny, what can be hidden from his eyes?"

On the verge of life and death, Mr. J didn't have much pain on his face. Instead, he sneered and said, "Where is Tang Fang? What is Tang Fang? You have assassinated him so many times, did you succeed once?"

The light that spilled from Drizzt's fingers fell on his pale face, and that smile was like an evil spirit's greeting.

"You know a lot."

Mr. J said: "To each other, to each other..."

"Tang Fang? Huh! If it wasn't for the Dragon Whisperers who made trouble, he would have already turned into a lifeless corpse."

The sneer at the corner of Mr. J's mouth became stronger, and the irony became more intense: "I'm curious, what kind of enmity do you have with him, that you don't hesitate to involve the Supreme Security Council and the Third Committee."

Drizzt's hand stopped suddenly, his wrinkled forehead arched upwards, and a light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Noah told you..."

Mr. J was not surprised that Drizzt called out Noah's name. The other party had been lurking beside Psalmwell for a long time, and he was able to hide it from everyone's eyes, so he naturally had the ability to spy on information.

He just squinted his eyes, showing a pensive expression, and said softly: "Agent...on behalf of...who will act on behalf of?"

Drizzt didn't seem to notice, and continued to pull the thing in his hand.

Turamon stared blankly at the gun on his forehead, lost his voice for a moment, cold sweat fell from his temples, and hit the expensive suit, leaving a water stain.

The streamer came on again, accompanied by a slight electric sound, and another person appeared on the right side of Black 4, dressed in the same way, but without a gun in his palm, but holding a mechanical insect the size of a thumb, shaking his head and tail like a living thing.

"Don't get excited." He pressed Black 4's arm: "It's still useful to keep him."

The conversation between Mr. J and Drizzt continued.

"Anubis Legion... Lord Noah will definitely not let you go."

"You ask a lot of questions, and you talk a lot of nonsense." Drizzt's eyes flashed, and he finally tore that thing out of Mr. J's chest, breaking many meridians.

A cloud of blood spurted out, turning the gauntlets purple, and the viscous blood fell under the action of gravity. Stretched into long purple lines, dripping to the ground.

Mr. J's body twitched violently, and he fell to his knees with a plop. Knee crashed into the puddle of blood, splashing a spray of blood.

Yet he did not die. It's just that his eyes became dim, and his face was as white as a layer of snow.

Drizzt opened his hand, and a diamond-like crystal was wrapped in a purple blood clot, emitting a soft but not faint light.

If Tang Fang was present, he would definitely exclaim in surprise and call out the name Fairy Elegy.

Yes, the t power stone in Drizzt's mouth. It was the elf elegy that Terro spoke of.

The spherical crystals and the t energy stone complement each other, and the quiet light spreads out, filling the entire hall.

"Where is the ark now?"

Drizzt gathered his five fingers together and held the t energy stone, five shadows spread on the wall and the ground, bringing the light into his palm.

The corners of Mr. J's mouth were slightly raised, and his dull pupils showed a trace of sarcasm: "You are really stupid to ask such a question."

It's not a question that he wants to say or doesn't want to talk about, but that he doesn't know where Ark is now.

Drizzt, no. The man in front of him should be called Heij. He's sure that Black J doesn't know where the agent is now.

Since Heij didn't know where his master was, he asked him such a question. What is not stupid?

Heij threw the blood on his hand to the ground, and retracted his right hand into the wide robe. The light from the purple energy pattern inside and the cold breath seemed to be sucked into the magic bottle, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Blackj turned back into Drizzt, Drizzt in the shadows.

The breeze swayed the hem of the black robe, casting a ghostly shadow on the wall.

"I know what you are waiting for." The voice floated out from inside the hood: "This is your death place, and it will also be his death place."

Mr. J asked many questions, but did not get an answer.

as a wise man. He clearly knew that it was impossible to get the answer, but he still chose to humiliate himself.

Why?

Because a person is coming. Traveling through the soil layer at an incredible speed, you are about to enter the hall.

Even if you turn back immediately. He will also be blocked at the door by that person.

Mr. J has been stalling for time, in order to entangle them and create an encounter, even if it is death, at least one or two enemies must be pulled on the road.

I have to say that he is very smart, not comparable to ordinary clones.

But Mr. J didn't know, he didn't intend to escape at all, but wanted to send the two of them on the road together.

It's that simple when the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's benefit.

Black j dodges, and black 8 meets Mr. J's puzzled and hostile eyes, and presses the mechanical worm in his palm into the bloody hole in his chest.

In the next breath, his eyes turned one red, one black, then brown, and finally regained clarity.

Only his eyes are clear, nothing more.

Drizzt walked towards Turamon, and some erratic voice flowed through the hall, "I really shouldn't ask that, because you will lead me to the answer."

The figures of Black 4 and Black 8 gradually faded away, slowly disappearing into this world, and even the shadows on the wall disappeared into nothingness.

Only Turamon and Drizzt were left in the hall, as well as Mr. J who stood up staggeringly.

"After Tang Fang dies, you will become the king of this country."

………………

With a bang, the top of the connecting passage outside the hall collapsed, revealing a dark hole.

The wind blew from afar, soared upwards, and sank into the cave entrance, making intermittent whistling.

Sparse rubble fell, followed by a mass of black shadows, followed by a person.

The shadow is a cockroach, and the person is Tang Fang.

One side of the connecting passage is the hall where the quantum teleporter is placed, and the other side is the train platform, which is supposed to be used to quickly escape from the palace in an emergency.

Put away the cockroaches, summon 4 ghost agents and a zealot, and walk along the narrow connecting passage to the hall where the quantum teleporter is placed.

The light in the passage is sufficient, but the wind passing through the hall is a bit cold, and it hurts a little when it hits the face.

The zealot walked up to the tightly closed security door and slashed open with his psychic blade.

Watery light waves overflowed, illuminating his face.

To Tang Fang's surprise, the room was very quiet, and there was no aggressive behavior, but the draft became worse.

Through the eyes of the fanatic, he saw that Mr. J was struggling to get up from the ground, and the hole on his back was still oozing purple body fluid.

Drizzt and Turamon stood at the back of the room. Looking at the zealot who split the security door, the expression on his face was not real, but he was breathing heavily. In a hurry, it seemed a little nervous.

Tang Fang's sword pierced Mr. J's back heart. An ordinary person would have died, but he was still alive tenaciously, but from the scene in front of him, it could be seen that even if he didn't die, he was powerless to fight again.

Maybe he wanted to bandage the wound before leaving, but he didn't expect to find the secret room so quickly.

The only thing that is puzzling is why Drizzt is here.

But in the next second, such thoughts disappeared without a trace, as His Majesty's right-hand man. It is quite normal for Mr. Drizzt to know that such a facility exists, and then rush to meet it in advance.

The fanatics entered the room through the opening in the door, and did not make up for Mr. J, because Tang Fang really wanted to know more about the armed forces of God.

After making sure that there was no danger, he followed the fanatics into the hall.

Mr. J turned his head and looked at his face with eyes full of killing intent and anger.

Tang Fang continued to move forward, past the fanatics and walked towards the center of the hall. The spherical crystals reflected watery blooms in his eyes, rippling gently.

He walks up the stairs. Walk through the fence, go to the equipment pool, and get close to where Mr. J is. The footsteps are natural and the movements are smooth.

But when he approached the corner of the platform where the quantum teleporter was located, his originally square right arm suddenly lifted upwards, and a surge of light shot out from the back of his hand, making a buzzing sound, whimpering like the wind, like a knife piercing the air.

At the same time, a little dark red was born from the shadows and quickly grew in size. Brightens, casting more color on his face.

Light burst quickly. Far surpasses any kinetic energy weapon.

Faster electron jets are faster.

Two rays of light, one blue and one red, intersect in the air, precise hands. They meet at a distance of three inches from Tang Fang's cheek.

The red light burst did not spread like a bomb, it only moved forward, like a stabbing long sword, hitting the blade of the nether energy blade, splitting countless cyan and red light chips, like colorful snowflakes, Diverse and falling.

Not only did such a picture appear on the right side, but also a burst of red light appeared on his left side, which was also stopped by the superluminal electron jet, and the two rays of light, one blue and one red, intersected and turned into fiery trees and silver flowers.

"Abyssal Knight!"

Tang Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the wind blew up the broken hair on his forehead, swaying in the swaying light and shadow. Those flying flocculent colors lit up his eyes and filled his body, temporarily covering up the light of the spherical crystals.

The attacks of Black 4 and Black 8 had no effect, and the laser was blocked by the superluminal electron beam.

The fanatic at the door didn't hesitate, his body turned into a faint blue afterimage, and appeared on the right side of Tang Fang. The psychic blade rolled up a vortex of light, and slashed down towards the laser beam.

At the same time, two bluish-white rays of light flashed across Tang Fang's upper left, intersecting and falling.

The result was unsatisfactory, the fanatic's slash missed, and the psionic blade's cross-cutting did not hit the target, but there was a flowing gust of wind blowing on the person's face, causing a slight chill.

The zealot turned his slash into a sweep, and chased after the wisp of wind, and then a ray of light shot towards him, hitting the plasma shield, creating a faint blue ripple, which stretched away.

A gleam of light lit up in the empty space in front of the psionic blade, vaguely outlining the outline of a human figure.

In the next second, there was a sound of electric current from the left side, blue and white intersected with darkness, the air was violently distorted, refracting a flame-like light.

Qingbai disappears, and darkness recedes, and then there is another electric current sound, Qingbai and Diablo reappear, and then intersect again.

The evil wind in the room was even fiercer, but only fanatics could be seen waving their sharp knives, fighting with invisible enemies like crazy, casting rapidly changing figures on the wall.

The movement of the fanatic became faster and faster, and the attack became more and more urgent. His body smashed through the air and made a muffled sound, followed by the crackling sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the ground.

Red rays of light and black shadows appear and disappear from time to time, and light and shadows of different brightness, saturated, or alienated swirl in the air, causing the whole room to fall into turmoil.

The invisible confrontation and the visible confrontation are fermenting in the hall.

Drizzt lowered his hood, revealing his feminine face, and walked out from behind the equipment pool, asking curiously, "How did you find out?"

The fluctuating light illuminated his face, and also illuminated the purple on the surface of his sleeves.

Mr. J staggered and walked behind him without saying a word.

Tang Fang moved his gaze to Tulamon's face, and said, "His demeanor is very quiet, and his eyes are terrified, like a frightened antelope."

He killed Hymn Will, and Turamon should have been filled with hatred and anger, and had struck him with weapons or cursed him with vicious words.

But His Royal Highness did not, just like a helpless person who lost his size, hiding behind the equipment pool, never shot the fanatic who broke in with a pistol, nor yelled fiercely, when his eyes swept over Drizzt next to him, There will be flashes of fear and bewilderment.

Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that something must have happened.

Drizzt said: "Black 3 lost in your hands... It's not wrong."

The light at the front of Tang Fang's arm slowly faded, ignoring the battle situation on the left and right, squinting and said: "I haven't asked for advice yet."

"Mr. J."

"Mr. J?" He glanced at the expressionless Mr. J behind Drizzt, pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized: "It's ironic that Mr. J met Mr. J."

Mr. J is still silent, his face is still calm, and the hateful eyes that he started to pretend become more and more weak, which makes Tang Fang a little surprised, suddenly thinking of a possibility, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"It's surprising that the Anubis Legion...the Armed Forces of God...have finally joined forces."

"Captain Tang is equally astonishing. I suddenly understand why Lord Proctor likes you so much."

"To make that adult think about it, should I be more honored, or flattered?" He sarcastically said: "If I guessed correctly, the unfair treatment in the Monya Empire was all caused by you Let’s go.” (To be continued.)

ps: I have a fever of 38.5, and I’m still writing... ==!