Chapter 682: Reflection of the Winding Hill (Please Vote for the Super Large Chapter)

Hearing this, He Ao slightly tightened the cane in his hand. There was no expression on his old face. He just calmly looked at the 'Shadow Cutter' in front of him.

"Do you think my child has a relationship with 'Nighthawk'?"

"Old sir, it seems that your child has not told you a lot of things."

The Shadow Cutter looked at He Ao and smiled, "Your son has actually been in contact with the Pollution Cleanup Department. According to people in his same neighborhood, several of them had encountered pollution monsters near Mok Street and were saved by Nighthawk."

The innocent people attacked by the pollution monsters had a connection with Nighthawk because of the life-saving grace.

He Ao's thoughts went through what the Shadow Cutter said, and continued, "There should be many people in this city who have been saved by Nighthawk."

Just arresting people near Mok Street must be because these people have special features.

"The answer is very simple, old man, I believe you have guessed it," The Film Cutter looked at He Ao with a smile on his face. He seemed happy to answer He Ao's doubts. "After studying the polluted monster, Nighthawk inevitably had some polluted aura on his body. After he was injured by the investigation team, he couldn't run too far, but we followed these auras to find him, but we found nothing, so someone must have rescued him nearby at that time. "Then we caught all the people who might have been in contact with the pollution and had the polluted aura, and your son happened to be one of them." "Was Nighthawk seriously injured at the time?" He Ao suddenly asked. "Of course, he was ambushed by the investigation team. If he wasn't so strong," The Film Cutter laughed teasingly, "he would have died that night. "This doesn't match the file of the Pollution Cleanup Department. No, it's not completely inconsistent. The file of the Pollution Cleanup Department only said that the investigation team went to arrest Nighthawk, and then jumped directly to the next stage where Nighthawk attacked the investigation team and injured the investigation team. He Ao carefully reviewed the contents of all the files he had read. Sure enough, the file never mentioned who "started the fight". Those files did not lie, but they did not tell the complete facts. Of course, what the film cutter said may not be completely true. He may have judged that He Ao and the Pollution Cleanup Department had cooperated, and used this to provoke the relationship between He Ao and the Pollution Cleanup Department. "Did you provide Nighthawk with the method of raising pollution monsters?" He Ao continued to ask. "Of course." The film cutter smiled. His voice was rough, but with a fair and slightly feminine face, this smile had a kind of snake-like charm. "You provided him with the method of raising pollution monsters, but you reported him to the Pollution Cleanup Department for raising pollution monsters? "

He Ao narrowed his eyes slightly, "He should be able to easily identify this trap, so what did you tell him? Let him raise and study the polluted monster himself, even if he risks being tracked down by the Pollution Cleanup Department. "

"Old man, don't you want to know how your son died?"

The Shadow Cutter tilted his head, and the ponytail on his head swung over the light on the glass behind him, "You have been asking other questions. Are you afraid to face the truth that has already happened?"

He Ao's hand slightly clenched the silver cane.

"Then I have to talk to you about this matter,"

The Shadow Cutter grinned and stared at He Ao, "Your son and his wife are very stubborn. They said they knew nothing from beginning to end, but the polluted smell on them is the most "fresh" of all people, which proves that they had contact with a polluted monster or had deep contact with a polluted monster not long before they were caught.

"And if they were exposed to polluted monsters, they certainly wouldn't be able to stand in front of me alive." The cutter laughed, "I have to say, old man, your education is very good. Your son refused to betray Nighthawk until the end. My subordinates spent a month trying all the tortures they could think of, but in the end they got nothing. "Of course," he raised his eyebrows, "We didn't actually place much hope on him, because we had already found the traces of Nighthawk and had a complete plan to kill Nighthawk. We tortured him just to see how hard he could talk. " "So when the torture ended after a month, we told him that Nighthawk was dead," the cutter widened his eyes, looked at Howe's old face, and laughed, "His expression was so funny." He raised his hand and introduced, "In view of his admiration for his tenacious will, I gave him and his wife a chance. There is a circular building ruin like a Colosseum near this building. "I threw the two of them and a polluted monster into the ruins, and then told them,"

There was a slightly cruel smile on his beautiful face, "As long as they can avoid the attack of the polluted monster and escape from the ruins of this circular building, I will let them go home.

"And guess what?

"The couple, one used himself as bait to lure the monster to circle around to delay time, and the other frantically explored the entire building, and actually let them find a narrow exit.

"And what they did next surprised me. Two hungry people who had been tortured for a month actually used their strong will to lure the monster to knock down a concrete pillar, and then before the concrete pillar collapsed completely. At the last moment, he got into the exit and used the fallen pillar to block the monster's way.

"The wisdom and power that human beings can unleash in desperate situations is really amazing. Even such humble beings, two ordinary people without any power, can do such an operation,"

He applauded slowly, "Then I was in awe of them, driving the truck and hitting them to death the moment they came out of the exit to catch their breath."

He shrugged and smiled, "Although I also want to let them go, but who told me to receive the order not to leave anyone alive?"

"Finished?"

He Ao looked at him calmly, "You spent so much time answering my questions and explaining the ins and outs to me, right, just to wait for your people to come up to support you? Why do you think they didn't come up?"

The shadow cutter's expression changed. He turned around and looked behind him. Outside the glass window behind him, anti-air combat drones were floating in the air, shooting at the floors below.

At this time, his bracelet also vibrated, and a somewhat panicked voice came, "Minister, it's the FBI and the Pollution Cleanup Department. They brought ordnance and broke in from the back of the building. Every floor is full of people." Their people, we were held back."

The shadow cutter looked back at He Ao. This time, he didn't say anything. He directly raised his hand and shot a bone needle at He Ao, and then jumped towards the far left side of the room.

An emergency ejection vehicle was installed there to allow him to leave here immediately.

The current situation is beyond his control and he cannot stay for long.

But He Ao moved faster than him. He Ao seemed to have anticipated his movement and took a step forward. When he shot the bone needle, he had already broken away from the place and flew to the place where he jumped.

He saw the white-haired figure appear in front of him almost exactly, the silver crutch was raised high,

"Are you noble?"

boom--

Accompanied by a violent sound of steel being slapped on the face, the muscles on the silhouette man's face rippled like ripples of water, blood splashed out from his mouth, and his body also flew to the right. go.

On the other side, He Ao's right hand has been opened, and the butterfly knife in his hand stretches out, revealing the sharp blade, which cuts along the neck of the shadow-cutting man.

The shadow cutter suddenly adjusted his body in the air to avoid this fatal blow. At this moment, He Ao also suddenly changed his moves. The butterfly knife turned from the blade downward to the blade upward, and then slashed downwards.

The blade reflecting cold light easily cut through the brand new sleeves, fair skin, bright red muscles, and the hard bones embedded in the muscles.

As the shadow cutter's expression gradually turned into one of shock, he easily cut off his forearm.

Blood splashed in the air, dyeing the pure white collar of He Aoli's shirt red.

boom--

The figure of the shadow cutter flew backwards, collapsing the wine cabinet on the right side of the hall. The wine bottle shattered with a bang, and blood and scattered red wine covered the ground.

The severed forearm was splashed aside along with a few bloody teeth.

"You hit me in the face?"

The shadow cutter staggered up from the scattered pieces of the bottle.

His mouth was covered with blood, a few teeth had fallen out, and the left side of his face was completely swollen, and his usual pretty appearance was no longer visible.

"You are well-groomed, fair-skinned, beautiful, and your hair is long and well maintained."

He Ao slowly unzipped his jacket, then threw the formal jacket and the bag on his back to the side, and hung it on the coat rack at the door, "He seems to be someone who attaches great importance to appearance and grooming. People, so,”

He straightened the blood-stained white shirt that was exposed when he took off his formal clothes, opened the tip of the bottom of the cane, and stuck the blade of the butterfly knife on the exposed depression.

Then he held the crank handle of the crutch and flicked it, and the silver metal gun body suddenly popped out.

He held a gun in both hands and blocked the path to the left side of the room. He looked at the shadowmaker calmly and answered the question that the shadowmaker had just slapped in the face.

"I did it on purpose."

"Old man, you deserve to die!"

The shadow-cutting man climbed up from the ground, and wriggling flesh sprouts poured out from his severed arm, quickly turning into twisted tentacles, entwined together to form a tentacle arm.

A terrifying sense of oppression instantly filled every inch of the hall.

Shadow Cutman's strength is not weak. With the power of the pollution monster, it has far exceeded the C-level limit.

The blow just now actually had a lot of luck involved.

As early as when the shadow maker was talking, He Ao noticed that the shadow maker's eyes occasionally looked to the left, so he judged that there was probably something important on the left side.

Then he turned on his super memory and conducted countless simulation calculations, finally determining the most likely route of action for this shadow-cutting man.

Because he 'anticipated' the Shadow Cutter's movements in advance, and covered the cane and butterfly knife with his spiritual consciousness in advance, there were no mistakes in the entire battle, and that was why he had such a perfect strike.

There is more than one energy gathering point on Taiying Man, but they are not the distributed network structure like He Ao has seen before, but a 'master-slave structure'.

That is, it consists of a core energy gathering point and multiple secondary energy gathering points.

There are a total of seven secondary energy collection points in Taiying Man's body. From the analysis of the energy flow in his body, as long as the number of secondary energy collection points is sufficient, even if the core energy collection point is shattered, the body's energy can still be maintained.

Therefore, to kill him, at least most of the secondary energy gathering points and core energy gathering points must be destroyed.

The forearm that He Ao cut off just now and the teeth that were smashed actually each have a secondary energy gathering point of the shadow cutter.

That blow destroyed He Ao's two secondary energy gathering points.

But at this moment, as Taiying Man gradually stood up, in the vision of his spiritual consciousness, the destroyed secondary energy gathering point in Taiying Man's body was slowly being 'rebuilt' at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This energy structure seems to give the energy circuit in Taiying's body a strong recovery ability, which also means that He Ao does not have much time.

He Ao held the spear in his hand and stared ahead.

The next second, a phantom appeared in front of him.

The tentacled arm of the shadow cutter was raised high, and the tentacles on it squirmed and twisted, gathering into a huge flesh-and-blood scissor, and picked it up towards He Ao's neck.

He Ao raised the spear, his consciousness covering the gun body, took a half step back, and then pressed down suddenly, the gun body hit the flesh and blood scissors, all the strength of his body was gathered together, and he pushed hard, stopping the shadow cutter's attack. offensive.

Then he swung the gun and stabbed the shadowmaker's neck with the scissors.

At this moment, a chill suddenly climbed up his back. With a thought in his mind, he suddenly withdrew his spear and took a few steps back.

An illusory pair of scissors cut across the spot where He Ao had just stood.

"Old thing, did you find out?"

The shadow cutter suddenly took a step forward and slashed at his neck with the flesh scissors.

He Ao raised his head and glanced behind the shadow-cutting man. On the back of this human being fused with the monster was a huge, twisted shadow that seemed to be made up of countless shadows.

At this moment, the shadow also held an illusory giant scissors in its hand, and kept swinging it towards He Ao.

Every time the scissors came closer, He Ao could feel a tremor coming from his soul.

These scissors can hurt the soul.

"Is this your innate sequence ability?"

While He Ao dodged a shadow scissors attack, he swung his gun and suppressed the flesh scissors that followed. He squatted half-crouched, gathered his strength in one place, and made a lunge to push the shadow cutter back. go back.

At the same time, he glanced at the stitched shadow behind the shadow cutter.

Having fought so many monsters, the shadow on the shadow cutter's body was the best stitched one he had ever seen.

"Talent Sequence 107: Sewing Master."

The shadowmaker grinned, and while He Ao was attracted by his words, he raised his hand, and several bone needles suddenly flew out from his palm.

He Ao leaned back and dodged the bone needles with a quick backflip.

The sharp bone needle directly shattered the floor-to-ceiling window not far from him, and the howling cold wind poured in along the breach.

The shadow cutters attacked He Ao one after another without any hesitation.

He Ao spun around to avoid the shadow scissors coming from the air, then raised the spear and stabbed it downwards like an ox's tail, stabbing the silhouette man's side.

The shadow cutter quickly raised his other hand, and flesh and blood poured out of his arm, forming new scissors, blocking He Ao's stab.

Even with the flesh-and-blood scissors to extend the attack distance, the attack distance of He Ao holding a spear is still slightly farther than that of the shadow cutter.

The spacious hall environment at this moment is just suitable for the use of long weapons.

He Ao rushed forward, concentrating all his strength on his arms, jerked the gun upward, and sliced ​​open the shadow-cutting man's calf.

At this time, the original flesh-and-blood scissors of the shadow cutter also touched He Ao's waist. The sharp bone blade instantly popped out of the scissors, cutting open the white shirt, scratching the waist skin, and creating a wound. Blood spread along the bone blade.

Immediately afterwards, the blade on the other side of the scissors also closed, preparing to cut open He Ao's body.

He Aoyan moved his legs back to avoid the blow.

The shadow maker also took half a step back.

The two briefly distanced themselves.

He Ao's waist and Taiyingren's legs were both deeply injured, but He Ao's blow just now destroyed a secondary energy gathering point on Taiyingren's legs.

"Old man, your steps are weak, and your body's strength is unreal. Every attack has a short burst. It should be with the help of some strange burst technique. You can burst out for a moment, but can you burst out all the time?"

The shadow cutter stared at He Ao. He raised the flesh and blood scissors in both hands and glanced at the ceiling above He Ao. "You are not far from death."

"I was half buried in the ground," He Ao raised his spear and stared at him, "but obviously, you are ahead of me."

He didn't hesitate and stabbed out.

His speed is extremely fast, and the tip of his spear flies like a lotus blossom.

The shadow cutter had to turn sideways to block, while manipulating the shadow scissors behind him to stab He Ao's soul.

He Ao also had to withdraw and dodge, and while he was dodging, the two flesh-and-blood scissors of the shadow cutter recovered from the suppression.

He suddenly stretched out a pair of scissors, trying to clamp He Ao's gun body. At the same time, he leaned forward sideways, suddenly bursting out with far more force than before, and stabbed He Ao's heart with another pair of scissors.

This move was so fast that it was too late for He Ao to dodge completely, so he could only turn sideways. At the same time, one hand slid to the bottom of the gun body.

puff--

The sharp scissors pierced He Ao's left shoulder.

At this moment, He Ao's hand holding the bottom of the gun handle suddenly rotated, and the long gun instantly turned into a short gun. At such a close distance, the shadow-cutting man had no time to dodge. He Ao directly raised the short gun and stabbed it. He grabbed the shadow man's belly and slid forward, creating a huge bloody hole.

The shadow-cutting man paused. Before he could happily hit He Ao, he felt pain in his abdomen.

He pulled back suddenly, preventing He Ao's gun blade from moving upwards further.

At the same time, He Ao turned the bottom of the gun again, turning the short gun into a long gun, and probed towards the shadow-cutting man's throat.

There was sharp pain from the wound on his shoulder, but his expression remained unchanged.

The blow to the abdomen just now had destroyed the fourth secondary energy gathering point of the shadow cutter.

The energy circuit in his body was already somewhat unstable.

"You crazy person."

The shadow-cutting man blocked He Ao's gunfire and retreated sharply again, widening the distance between him and He Ao.

He now understood that He Ao's way to make up for his weak combat power and short time was to exchange injuries for injuries.

If this continues, he will definitely be killed here by this old guy.

He looked up at the ceiling, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and several bone needles popped out, shattering the key structure of the ceiling.

In an instant, the entire ceiling fell directly.

He Ao didn't expect this at all. He suddenly raised the gun, pointed the gun upward, and directly shattered the ceiling that fell towards him.

At this moment, several bone needles passed through the fallen ceiling and hit his waist and legs.

Blood splattered.

His body paused, as if he lost all strength in an instant, and fell forward, barely supporting his body with the barrel of the gun.

At the same time, a special attraction came over his head.

He raised his head and looked above his head, where a huge painting was revealed where the ceiling had originally covered it.

The painting is composed of countless twisted lines, as if it is painting random ripples, or it seems to be painting some kind of winding hills.

In this moment, countless chaotic murmurs exploded in He Ao's mind.

A huge attraction seemed to pinch his soul and pull it away from his body.

"Old guy, you can't read some things, you know?"

With a smile on his face, the shadowmaker walked toward He Ao from behind with the scissors in hand, "Do you feel like your brain is filled with chaotic sounds and your body can't move? You have thousands of tricks but you can't use them now."

He raised the scissors and approached He Ao step by step. "Before you are completely torn into a monster by the pollution, I will give you one last ride. Don't worry, it will be quick and it won't hurt. I will cut off your body at most." Into broken pieces, just like your dead son..."

The next second, the sharp gun blade instantly pierced his heart, stabbed out from his back, and the hard gun body pierced his body.

Back carbine!

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