Chapter 527: Drama Is in Vogue

See "resonance"?

Chen Ling couldn't understand, but he could guess that this was probably the method used by Emperor Shen Dao to subdue his subjects... In addition, he also knew that Emperor Shen Dao had a gravitational pull on other Shen Dao, which was also an important gain.

However, this is probably the only information that can be extracted from Nie Yu.

"Is it worth working so loyally for Yingfu?" Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

"You don't understand the grand ambition and hegemony in His Majesty's heart... He is not only an 'emperor', but also a hero who can lead mankind to glory." Nie Yu sneered, "Even if you kill me today, you will If more people are willing to follow him, one day, His Majesty will overturn the world and create a new era for mankind."

"In order to overthrow the world, you are hunting down the Nine Lords? Are you sure he can lead mankind to glory?"

"The changes of the times are always accompanied by sacrifice and blood... Anyone, no matter strong or weak, no matter their status, is just a chess piece at the fingertips of His Majesty."

Chen Ling shook his head. He put the muzzle of his gun against Nie Yu's eyebrows and pressed his head heavily against the wall.

"I don't approve of the path he wants to take."

"It doesn't matter... time will prove everything." Nie Yu stared at Chen Ling with his remaining eyes, his voice calm.

Chen Ling is no longer entangled with Nie Yu. At this moment, his body has reached its limit. If it continues like this, things may change... His last mental energy was poured into the muzzle of the gun, and the red opera robe automatically moved without wind.

Chen Ling's apricot-red eyes gradually lit up in the darkness:

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to death."

boom--!

As Chen Ling pulled the trigger, the [Inquisition] was activated again, and the power of deconstruction surged out from the muzzle of the gun, directly wiping Nie Yu's head and neck into nothingness!

A mutilated corpse fell in a pool of dripping blood, and the only sound in the factory was the sound of raindrops.

Outside the flickering screen, lines of information popped up crazily!

"The 'Hunter' is dead?!"

"He actually killed the 'Hunter'... What is the origin of this man in red?"

"Did you just see it?! He actually summoned thunder and lightning with his bare hands! God, am I crazy or is the world crazy?!"

"The 'Hunter' is already a legendary existence in the Golden Triangle. I didn't expect that he would die in a dilapidated factory in the end..."

"Does anyone know who this man in red is?"

"I've never heard of it...but looking at his clothes and the makeup on his face, he looks like an ancient oriental actor..."

"What is an 'actor'?"

"It's like being an actor, only older."

"Who can tell me how to contact this actor? I want to ask him to kill someone, and I can pay any amount of money."

"..."

While the entire dark web was shocked by the death of the hunter, in a Las Vegas casino, a man in a white suit was lost in thought.

He stared at Chen Ling in the picture, tapping his knuckles on the table unconsciously, and quickly recalled all the abilities he had displayed so far.

"Walking in the air, injuring oneself, changing faces, attracting thunder and lightning, and powerful bullets... I have never heard of any divine way that has such characteristics... Could it be that those wizards have appeared again? But they should not It will only appear on the mainland.”

The man frowned and thought. At this moment, the man in red standing in the dim factory suddenly turned his head slightly and glanced at the surveillance camera...

The next moment, all the pictures fell into darkness, leaving only a large amount of information popping up on the side.

"He knows we are looking at him?!" The man was startled, as if he had thought of something,

"No...no, he planned this live broadcast?"

"He has long been sure that he can kill the 'Hunter', and he even took the initiative to disclose the entire process of killing the 'Hunter'?!"

The man in the suit's face changed slightly. Before this, everyone had preconceptions that this was a hunting live broadcast initiated by the "Hunter", but now it seems that the actor in red has long known that someone on the surveillance camera is watching the whole process... He is the real person behind the scenes. "hunter"!

But why would he do this?

In order for everyone on the dark web to witness him killing the "Hunter", do you want to make yourself famous? Or do you have a grudge against the "Hunter" and want to take revenge in this way?

Questions came to the mind of the man in the suit, but he was destined to be unable to find the answer in a live broadcast that had ended... The figure in the red opera robe had become an unsolved mystery.

…

Meanwhile, San Francisco.

"interesting……"

The young man in Tang suit locked the screen of his mobile phone. After being silent on the roadside for a long time, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, "It seems that the drama god has revealed an incredible guy... I must find a chance to meet him next time."

"Mr. Sun, aren't we leaving yet?" the young man beside asked, scratching his head.

"Let's go, let's finish the show."

He patted the dust on his clothes, stood up from the road, picked up the red lion headband next to him with one hand, and skillfully coiled the skewers with the other hand, and walked calmly to the other side of Chinatown. .

The young man followed him, "Which play were you watching just now?"

"A good show, a great show."

"Ah? Does it look good?"

"Haha, let's not talk about whether the show is good or not, but..."

A breeze blew through the hem of the Tang suit. The young man stopped briefly on the roadside. As if he was sensing something, he looked back in the direction of the mainland and murmured:

"The way of drama... is a must."

…

Clang-clang-clang...

On the snowy field covered with silver, a green train was speeding along the railway track.

The falling snow was flying outside the window, and the large birch forest was retreating amidst the roar of steam. In a certain carriage at this moment, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

He was wearing a snow-white fur coat, and a complex look flashed through his red phoenix-like eyes. He was like a sculpture, silently staring at the falling snow outside the window.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

On the seat opposite, an old man noticed something strange and spoke in confusion.

Yingfu remained silent for a long time, then slowly said:

"My general died in battle."

"But the first minister your Majesty calls...Sirius Nie Yu?"

"……yes."

The air in the carriage fell into silence.

The old man let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, you have been talking about General Nie to me these past few days. I originally thought that after going south, I must see him in person, but I didn't expect... things are really unpredictable."

"General Nie has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses carefully. If Prime Minister Han sees him, he will definitely appreciate him very much."

"In any case... please express your condolences, Your Majesty."

Yingfu looked away from the window, a rare hint of sadness flashed through his cold and majestic eyes.

He said calmly:

"Let them stop the car... I want to see General Nie off for the last time."