Chapter 473: The mysterious arrow and the stand-in "slave owner"

In the evening when the sun was about to set, in a small city near northern borders in northern North America, locals were on the edge of a remote neighbourhood that was so secretive that a taxi slowly stopped by the road.
The back door facing the street was opened, and a burly man about two meters tall pressed the brim of the peaked cap on his head and slowly stepped out of the car that was relatively narrow for him.
After glancing around for a while, the man with a forged face waved to straighten out the curled up trench coat, and then he heard someone "feed" behind him.
The middle-aged black driver shook the window holding the money he just received, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded the roadside man who had talked with him happily: "I do n’t know if you are incompatible with this place. Here's what you want to do, but be careful ...
"Although you can fight physically, but the first few streets ... they are all doing things on the border, and they don't hesitate to move the guys, so please do it yourself."
Hearing the driver's vague prompt, the man in white examined the stranger calmly for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and thanked him.
... does an organization serving drug lords bring such fear to those around them after its rise ...
After seeing the taxi leaving, the man in white hem fluttering in the wind walked to the bench under the street lamp and sat silently, ignoring the faint sight around him.
Within a few minutes, a middle-aged white man in a black suit hurried over. He looked around a bit uneasily and sat next to the man in the trench coat, passing the information bag clenched in his hand.
"Josda first ... ah no, Mr. Kojo Seitaro ..." The middle-aged white man who almost bit his tongue seemed nervous, "Why would you come here in person to take risks? Just wait Over time, the combat division of our SPW Group will be able to deploy staff. "
"... As far as I know, there are no substitutes on your side coming here in no time," glanced at the investigator who called himself with his maternal last name, and pulled out a stack of documents from the information bag and glanced at the empty note. Taro said calmly, "After all, this is a city, and the official is a bit problematic. You can't use a very powerful thermal weapon here ...
"In a short period of time, you can't do anything with the guys in front of us, but we can't afford to drag them-the guys inside use that power without restraint at all."
A character file was extracted from the file, and Kotaro Kujo looked at the shady black balsa man named Barsaro on the profile's head, and then took a photo from the inside pocket of his windbreaker and compared it. .
In this picture written by his grandfather Joseph's substitute ability "Hidden Purple", there is a person who looks exactly like the profile picture, standing in front of the person who was imprisoned by a lot of metal shackles, holding a Gorgeous arrows stabbed at the captives.
The arrow full of ancient atmosphere, or the special material arrow on the top of the arrow, is the source of the awakening power of some avatars in this world.
There are at least six arrows of this kind in the investigation results of the group organization formed by the powerful forces such as the Josda family, the Spittwagen consortium, and so on.
"Past investigation results have confirmed that those who are stabbed by the" arrows "will be rapidly mutated by the stimulation of viruses and mysterious forces. The hope of survival is very slim, but as long as they survive, they will awaken their ability to substitute beyond common sense ... "
After putting down the photo in his hand, Shojo Shojo recalled the members of the drug trafficking organization suspected of the ambassador mentioned in the data with serious expressions: "You have already discovered four avatar users, plus On others who are not sure, and who disobeyed after the awakening were killed by the leader of the organization, and who did not succeed in awakening ... "
Recalling the recent marked increase in the disappearance rate of the city, Kojo Chengtaro dropped the information and stood up: "It can't be dragged on, as time goes by, there will only be more and more victims ... I will never allow another evil ambassador with dire abilities like Dior to appear in this world. "
Just thinking of the terrible power of Dior who invaded the body of the Josda family a few years ago and lived to the modern vampire Dior who has lived for hundreds of years, and think of those companions killed by Dior, Kojo Chengtai is excited--
If it wasn't for that deadly battle, driven by blood and fate, he had acquired the same horror ability as Dior, and waiting for them would only be despair ... so since that battle, he has been tracking with his companions The source of Dior's substitute ability until he gradually grasped the clues of the arrow.
Seeing the white man walking towards the place marked in the data without hesitation, the middle-aged white man froze, then he swallowed the words of persuasion, and stared at the back of the man in front with respect and trust-- Also, why should he worry about each other? That's Kyojo Seitaro ...
It's the enemies to worry about-they have to face, but the "strongest" man in the world ...
...
"Well, it's another failure ..."
In the spooky basement covered with various types of torture, ancient and modern, Barcelo, wearing only a white vest on his upper body, was a little irritable and stomped his frail young man in shackles.
The young man who had been kicked in the abdomen was paralyzed, and only a deep wound on his chest was splashed with blood, which was scattered on Barcelona's pants.
"'Chackles'? What are you still doing? Get a new one!" After confirming that the experiment was dead, Barcelo glanced at the old and new blood stains on the top of his trousers and turned his head impatiently at the corner of the room, all over his body. The woman tortured with scars roared.
Even the scalp was full of ugly women with
burns
on the scalp. She stared at the silent detainees. She vaguely felt that she had seen somewhere before being caught and tortured by this organization. This dead youth-does it say that the power of the organization has begun to spread unbridled to some places ...
"Disobedient ..." Seeing the woman curled up in the corner did not respond, Barcelona frowned, a phantom appeared around his body-a weird figure that ordinary people could not see, dark Under the hooded cape, there was black smoke.
The smoky human figure is now behind Barsaro, with dark blue narrow eyes open on his dark face, and then a weird weapon with a red soldering iron attached to its cap is slowly protruding from its cape.
The shackles stared at by the ghostly blue eyes screamed, a red mark appeared on her left shoulder, and the endless pain drowned her mind instantly.
I do n’t know how long it has passed ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A feeling of incomparable warmth, comfort and happiness evokes the intellect of the shackles. The shackles that have returned to God show a flattering look to Barsaro, and a shadow behind the other Immediately after disappearing, he looked away and waved at the young man who died next to him.
Suddenly, the metal shackles imprisoning the youth moved like a python, and the wall behind the youth suddenly twisted to open a passage, and the young people connected by the chains were thrown in like garbage.
The next moment, the ceiling of the basement also squirmed, and a shabby woman fell into the gloomy basement like food residues spit out after being chewed by a monster, and then she was caught by the chain extending out of the wall. The ground impact was imprisoned on the wall.
"Women?" Barcelo frowned, staying in such a gloomy environment, and in a bad mood, he couldn't raise any "sexual interest" in the face of such a woman with a good face, "I didn't call that group Do you have more inventory of willpower and physical fitness? Do you continue to do this, when will my substitute 'slave owner' catch new slaves with substitutes? "
After whispering, Barsaro, who was too lazy to make a substitution, just picked up the simple arrows on the table and put his hands on the woman's neck ...