Chapter 787: Mr. J and Mr. J

To be precise, it was a playing card with a black and white back and a sword-bearer wearing a brocade robe on the front. The upper left and lower right corners were two capital j of spades.
The thick purple was flowing on the face of the card, and after a while, it painted the face of the sword holder in the middle.
Mr. J has returned to normal eyes and narrowed his pupils suddenly. Looking at the playing cards soaked in blood, he seemed to think of something. The anger on his face ceased to be an expression of shock and consternation.
The blood was still flowing, dripping along the man's arm, along his own arm.
Turlamon stood not far away, his eyes full of confusion.
"It turned out to be so." Mr. J laughed, laughing so intensely that purple blood spurted from his mouth and flowed along his chin.
The black robe outside the arm armor was swayed by the wind from the air-conditioning system, and gently swayed, revealing the dense purple energy pattern in the deeper part, which was very mysterious and sci-fi.
"Are you accidental?" The voice echoed throughout the hall, the tone trembling slightly, corresponding to the indefinite cyan light marks on the surface of the spherical crystal under the quantum teleporter.
"Yes." Mr. J nodded honestly, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"You shouldn't pretend to be me..." The voice was still cold and trembling.
"Aren't you also pretending to be someone else?" Mr. J smiled sadly: "Mr. Drizzt..."
Yes, it was not someone else who pierced his chest, it was His Majesty's right-hand man, Mr. Drizzt, the Minister of the Interior who had always been hiding in the shadow like a ghost.
In front of Sange Will, Drizzt has always had no sense of existence compared to Mr. J. Whether it is Tyronn or Turlamon, they are used to regard him as the shadow of His Majesty the King.
To this day, he walked out of the shadows. Stepping into reality, Mr. J was stunned, and Turramon was stunned. If Sange Will is still alive, he will be stunned by what lies ahead.
It took a long time for His Royal Highness to react. But still can't accept the scene before him, to be precise, it is an insult to his IQ and vision, and betrayal.
"Drizzt, what the are you doing?" Facing Drizzt, he was accustomed to being arrogant, and even when things got to this point, he was still used to being arrogant. Speak in a tough manner.
The light in the spherical crystal was like a frightened water spirit, rippling waves, hiding in a deeper place.
Drizzt did not answer his question, and the grating flowed in front of Turlamon, and a black shadow appeared on the empty ground, and the joyful light illuminated his face and his eyes.
A soldier wearing a silver mask and black armor shows the true face of Lushan Mountain from the virtual to the real. The cold breath spread, and the wind changed bitterly. The light became miserable.
Turamon couldn't figure out what was going on, and sat down on the ground with a puff, staring at the person in front of him with horror.
He today. I have seen too many incredible and experienced too many accidents.
When Anthem was still alive, everything was fine. When he died, the Turanx United Kingdom became turbulent, and the demons and monsters lurking in the shadows appeared one after another.
"Fourth, don't be so rude, that's your Royal Highness."
Black 4 raised his arms, holding a gun in his palm. The black is desperate.
Drizzt pushed slightly, and the hand that had been inserted into Mr. J's chest moved out. More blood spilled and fell on the ground with a bang. Bury the playing card completely.
Surprisingly, his palm seemed to be holding something, and some bluish-white light leaked from the gap in the glove, illuminating the sticky purple blood.
The smell of acetic acid in the air became stronger, and Mr. J's breathing became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes was bright and dark, like a candle in the wind.
"Your... your goal... really is it..."
Drizzt said: "The t-energy stone falling in your hands is really a violent thing."
"T Energy Stone?" Mr. J said: "So you Abyss Knights, call them that way."
Drizzt's hand continued to move out, but slowly, as if there was resistance, it was as strong as him, and he couldn't get what he wanted cleanly. From the gap between the five fingers, you can see many things like meridians, toughness Extremely strong.
"Don't you think the surrogate doesn't know what you did in Turanx, United Kingdom? It's funny, what can be hidden from him?"
Wandering on the edge of life and death, Mr. J didn't have too much pain on his face. Instead, he sneered: "Where is Tang Fang? What is Tang Fang? You assassinated him so many times, have you succeeded once?"
The light from Drizzt's fingers shone on his pale face, and the smile was like a greeting from an evil spirit.
"You know a lot."
Mr. J said: "each other, each other..."
"Tang Fang? Humph! If it weren't for the dragon whisperers to be insulting, he would have become a lifeless corpse."
The sneer at the corner of Mr. J’s mouth became stronger, and the taunting increased:
I’m very curious about what hatred you have with him, and you even involved the Supreme Council and the Third Committee.

Drizzt's hand stopped suddenly, his wrinkled forehead arched upward, and a light loomed deep in his eyes.
"Noah told you..."
Mr. J is not surprised that Drizzt called out Noah's name, and the other party has been lurking beside Anthem for a long time, able to hide from everyone's eyes, and naturally has the ability to spy on intelligence.
He just squinted his eyes, showing a pensive expression, and said softly: "Substitute...substitute...for whom?"
Drizzt, dumbfounded, continued to pull what was in his hand.
Turamom stared at the gun on his forehead blankly, a momentary speechless, cold sweat fell from the temples, hitting the expensive suit, leaving a water stain.
The streamer lighted up again, accompanied by a slight electric current, and another person appeared on the right side of Black 4, with the same dress, but without a gun in his palm, but holding a thumb-sized mechanical insect, shaking his head and tail, like a creature.
"Don't get excited." He pressed the arm of Black 4: "It's still useful to keep him."
Mr. J's conversation with Drizzt continued.
"The Anubis Legion...Master Noah will definitely not let you go."
"You have a lot of questions and a lot of nonsense." Drizzt's eyes flashed, and finally pulled that thing out of Mr. J's chest, breaking many meridians.
A mass of blood spurted out, pouring the arm armor into purple, and the viscous blood slid down under the action of gravity. Stretched into long purple lines, dripping to the ground.
Mr. J's body convulsed violently and fell to his knees with a thump. Knee hit the blood puddle, splashing blood.
However, he did not die there. It's just that his eyes became dim, and his face was as white as a layer of frost.
Drizzt opened his hand, and the purple blood clot wrapped a diamond-like crystal, emitting a soft, but not faint light.
If Tang Fang was there, he would definitely be surprised and shout out the name of a fairy elegy.
Yes, the t-energy stone in Drizzt's mouth. It was the fairy elegy that Terro said.
The spherical crystal and the t-energy stone are mirrored each other, and the quiet light spreads out and fills the entire hall.
"Where is the Ark now?"
Drizzt folded his five fingers, held the t-energy stone, and the five shadows expanded on the walls and ground, bringing the light into his palm.
The corners of Mr. J’s mouth curled slightly, and a hint of sneer appeared in the godless pupils:
You are really stupid to ask such a question.

It's not a question he wants to talk about, but he doesn't know where Ark is now.
Drizzt, no. The man in front of him should be called Black J. He is sure that Hei J doesn't know where the substitute is now.
Since Hei J didn't know where his master was, he asked him this question. What is not stupid?
Hei J threw the blood in his hand to the ground, and retracted his right hand into the large robe. 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.
Black J turned back to Drizzt again, Drizzt sinking into the shadows.
The breeze swayed the edges of the black robe, casting a ghostly shadow on the wall.
"I know what you are waiting for." The voice floated from the hood: "This is your death place, and it will become his death place."
Mr. J asked a lot of questions but did not get an answer.
As a smart person. He knew that it was impossible to get an answer, but he chose to humiliate himself.
why?
Because a person is coming. Pass through the soil at an incredible speed and will soon enter the hall.
Even if you look back immediately. Will also be blocked by that person at the door.
Mr. J has been delaying time, in order to entangle them and create an encounter, even if it is dead, at least one or two enemies will be 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 avoid it at all, but wanted to send the two together on the road.
It's that simple that snipe and clam compete for the fisherman's profit.
Hei J stepped away, and He 8 faced Mr. J's incomprehensible and hostile gaze, and pressed the mechanical bug in his palm into the blood hole in his chest.
With the next breath, his eyes turned red and black, and brown again, finally regaining clarity.
It is his eyes that are clear and bright, nothing more.
Drizzt walked towards Turramon, and a erratic voice ran across the hall, "I really shouldn't ask that, because you will lead me to the answer."
The silhouettes of Black 4 and Black 8 became lighter and lighter, slowly disappearing into this world, and even the shadows on the walls returned to nothingness.
Only Turramon and Drizzt remained in the hall, and Mr. J, who staggered to his feet.
"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 blows from a distance, soars up, and sinks into the entrance of the cave with intermittent howls.
Sparse rubble fell, and then a group of black shadows followed by a person.
The shadow is a cockroach, and the person is Tang Fang.
One side of the connecting channel is the hall where the quantum teleporter is placed, and the other side is the train station platform, which is supposed to be used to quickly escape the palace in an emergency.
Put away the cockroaches, summon 4 ghost agents and a fanatic, and walk along the small connecting passage to the hall where the quantum teleporter is placed.
The passage is full of light, but the wind passing through the hall is a bit cold, and it hurts a bit on the face.
The zealot walked to the tightly closed security door and used the psionic blade to cut a big mouth.
The misty light waves overflowed, illuminating his face.
To Tang Fang's surprise, the room was very quiet, and there was no aggressive behavior, but the draughts became more rapid.
Through the eyes of the fanatic, he saw that Mr. J was struggling to get up from the ground, and the hole in the back was still leaking purple body fluid.
Drizzt and Turlamon were standing in the innermost part of the room. Looking at the fanatic who opened the security door, the expression on his face was not very real, but he was breathing heavily. Very anxious, looks a little nervous.
Tang Fang's sword pierced the back of Mr. J's heart. Changing to an ordinary person is already dead, but he lives stubbornly, but from the scene before him, it can be seen that even if he is not dead, he has no power 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 the right arm of His Majesty the King. It is normal for Mr. Drizzt to know that such a facility exists, and then rush to meet him in advance.
The fanatic entered the room through the opening in the door, and did not make up for Mr. J, because Tang Fang wanted to know more about God's arms.
After confirming that there was no danger, he followed the fanatic into the hall.
Mr. J turned his head and looked at his face with murderous and angry eyes.
Tang Fang continued to move forward, past the zealots and walked towards the center of the hall. The spherical crystals reflected water blooms in his eyes, gently rippling.
He walked up the stairs. Walk through the fence, walk to the equipment pool, and approach Mr. J. The steps are natural and the movements are smooth.
But when he approached the corner of the platform where the quantum teleporter was located, the original square right arm was suddenly raised, and the surging light shot out from the back of his hand, making a buzzing sound like the whimper of the wind, like a knife breaking through the air.
At the same time, a bit of dark red was born from the shadows and quickly became bigger. Brighten, cast more color on his face.
Light burst quickly. Far beyond any kinetic energy weapon.
The superluminal electron jet is faster.
Two rays of light intersect in the air, one green and one red, accurate hands. The intersection was three inches from Tang Fang's cheeks.
The red light burst did not spread like a bomb. Its moving direction was only forward, like a piercing long sword. It was spotted on the blade of the Nether Energy Blade, splitting into countless cyan and red light chips, like colorful snow flakes. Divergent.
Not only did this picture appear on the right, a red burst of light also appeared on his left, which was also blocked by the superluminal electron jet. The two rays of light intersected, turning into a tree of fire.
"Abyss Knight!"
Tang Fang's eyes were slightly narrowed, and the wind blew the hair on his forehead, swaggering under the dangling light and shadow. Those flying colors lightened his eyes and filled his body, covering the light of the spherical crystal for a while.
The attacks of Black 4 and Black 8 did not produce any effect, and the laser was blocked by the superluminal electron beam.
The fanatic at the door did not hesitate, his body turned into a faint blue afterimage, appeared on the right of Tang Fang, the psionic blade rolled up a light vortex, and cut it towards the laser shot.
At the same time, two bluish-white rays of light flashed on the upper left of Tang Fang, crossing and falling.
The result was not as expected. The zealot's slashing failed, and the cross-cutting of the Nether Energy Blade did not hit the target. It was just that there was a flowing gust of wind on the face, slightly chilling.
The zealots changed from slashing to sweeping, chasing after the wisp of wind, and then a ray of light burst into it, hitting the plasma shield, swaying a circle of dark blue ripples, and stretching away.
A dim light lit up in the empty space in front of the psionic blade, vaguely sketching a human figure.
In the next second, there was a sound of electric current on the left, the blue and white intersected with the dark, and the air was violently twisted, reflecting the light like flames.
The blue and white disappeared, the darkness converged, and then there was another electric sound, the blue and white and the darkness reappeared, and then intersected.
The bad wind in the room was more violent, but only the zealots were able to see the zealots waving their sharp blades, fighting invisible enemies like madness, casting rapidly changing figures on the walls.
The enthusiasts moved faster and faster, the offensive became more and more urgent, the body broke through the air and made a muffled noise, and then there was a sneer of the soles of the feet rubbing the ground.
Red light and black shadows appear from time to time, lingering in the air with different brightness, saturation, or alienation, causing the entire room to fall into turbulence.
The invisible confrontation and the visible confrontation are fermenting in the hall.
Drizzt lowered his hood, revealing his entire feminine face, walked out from behind the equipment pool, and curiously asked, "How did you find out?"
The wave of light illuminates his face, as well as the purple on the surface of the sleeve.
Mr. J staggered and walked behind him without saying a word.
Tang Fang moved his gaze to Turramon’s face, and said,
He behaves very quietly, his gaze is terrified, like a frightened antelope.

He kills Hymn Will, Turramon should be full of hatred and anger, and curse him with weapons or vicious words.
But His Royal Highness did not, like a helpless person who had lost his square inch, hiding behind the equipment pool, a fanatic who had never shot with a pistol and broke in, and there was no screaming and screaming, when he glanced over Drizzt next to him, There will be flashes of fear and confusion.
Although he didn't know what happened, he knew what must have happened.
Drizzt said: "Black 3 is defeated in your hands...not wronged."
The light on the front of Tang Fang's arm slowly converged~EbookFREE.me~ Ignoring the left and right battles, he squinted and said, "I haven't consulted yet."
"Mr. J."
"Mr. J?" He glanced at the expressionless Mr. J behind Drizzt, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "It is ironic that Mr. J meets Mr. J."
Mr. J was still silent, his face was still calm, and the hatred gaze that he had started to pretend to become weaker and lighter. This surprised Tang Fang. He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"It's amazing, the Anubis Legion... Armed with God... finally joined forces."
"Captain Tang is equally astonishing, and I suddenly understand why I am so fond of you."
"I can make that lord worry, should I be more honored, or flattered?" He ironically said, "If I didn't guess wrong, the unfair treatment in the Monya Empire came from your hands. Right." (To be continued.)
ps: I have a fever of 38.5, and I'm still codeword...!