Chapter 403: Mr. Magic Hand

Chapter 403 Mr. Magic Hand
Du Lai grabbed the rusty railing on the roof.
He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the man with a sneer, with a grin.
"If you want a jigsaw puzzle, you really find the wrong person."
The man ’s eyes did not fluctuate, and he was as cold as ice. He continued to hold the iron chain and said, "You will have what I want."
"Ah, why don't you believe it?" Du Lai grabbed the railing with two free hands and pulled something out of his pocket.
A piece of emerald green leaves.
Such a vivid color is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
The man's movements stopped, his eyes fixed on the leaf in Du Lai's hand, and he seemed to be guessing what kind of props it was.
Du Lai raised his lips and still smiled, "As the so-called night long dreams, do you think I will keep them on my body after stealing those puzzles? ... Of course not, I have already sold the puzzles to others, and you want those puzzles ... Oh, go and ask Bai Youwei! "
The man frowned slowly, "... Bai Youwei?"
Du Lai put the leaves on top of his head, snapped his fingers, and smiled: "Goodbye, Mr. Magician."
boom!
A large cloud of smoke poured out, instantly flooding the surrounding dozens of square meters!
When the smoke dissipated, Du Lai had disappeared without a trace.
At the end of the chain, only a withered leaf remained.
The man frowned, looked around, and found nothing suspicious.
He stood on the spot and waited for a while, slowly pulling the chain back into his palm.
He seemed to have an endless space in his hand, and the long iron chain was completely enclosed without any trace.
Du Lai looked at this scene in the dark, holding his breath and daring not to make a sound.
He had long heard that three strange men had recently arrived at the base. They were all characterized by white gloves.
Some people mentioned what magic hand they mentioned when they heard it, so they got the nickname. As for the real role of white gloves, no one knows.
But now, Du Lai has seen it.
Those gloves seem to be able to change things at will.
... There are restrictions on game props, and the magic hand should not really be "free to do what he wants", but where is the limit, and the few minutes that Du came in contact with can't tell.
The man has gone far and left at the end of the street corner.
Du Lai exhaled slowly, his tense nerves relaxed.
The prop "Cynx's Camphor Leaf" can only be transferred to a place within 50 meters, which is a kind of blinding method and cannot really let him escape.
Fortunately, the man did not search carefully.
Du Lai closed his eyes, ready to get up and leave, and suddenly smelled of gasoline.
He was slightly stunned, his loose nerves tightened again! Carefully stick to the window, seeing the man go back and forth through the dim glass, and he carried two barrels of gasoline somewhere in his hand! At the moment, I was walking along the road, pouring gasoline along the road!
The old building where Du Lai was hiding has burned up!
He gritted his teeth, scolded a in his heart, quickly rushed to the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet and drenched himself! Then I went back to the window and saw that the man lit two more buildings!
The flames are burning, and the other party wants to block all his escape routes!
"Grass!" Du Lai scolded, "Is he really cruel!"
The fire has already reached the second floor. If Du Lai's resilience is slightly worse, I am afraid that he will be trapped on the sixth floor and become a roast turkey.
He wrapped his wet clothes around his body, covered his nose and nose and ran to the third floor, jumping off in the thick smoke—
The smoke obscured his eyes.
The abdomen hit the horizontal bar of the air conditioner, and a mouth was drawn.
Du Lai didn't dare to delay. He fell on his feet and rolled on the spot, then covered the wound and fled in the opposite direction of the man!
I only hate myself for being unlucky. I didn't get the puzzle back. I still encountered such a neurosis.
Fortunately, I'm leaving Shanghai, let neuropathy harm others!
(End of this chapter)