Chapter 2166 Battle Prophet
"Are there criminals in Istanbul? Or are there enough criminals?" Chen Zhao was not very interested in this kind of purposeful killing.
Although Chen Zhao also killed people, and killed many people.
It feels like someone assigns you a killing mission, and you are given a pass only after you kill as many people as you want.
Chen Zhao didn't like this feeling.
At least, Chen Zhao feels that his efforts are not proportional to his rewards.
"Every time this kind of event occurs, the organizer will attract some criminals or criminal groups to the host city and treat them as the prey of the psychic. It's not just the Battle of the Holy Glory, not just Istanbul, in fact many activities in the supernatural world, These criminals and criminal groups are just appetizers.”
"It's really a bad idea to treat humans as prey."
"Then have you ever done such a thing?" Byfula looked at Chen Zhao meaningfully.
"Well...you put it that way, I really want to do this."
Chen Zhao suddenly found that he had no position to say this.
Because he himself often regards other people as prey.
Although the process may be different, the methods are actually the same.
"For you and me, ordinary people are no different from ants. The only thing that restrains us is the morality we have grown up with. And what we are facing now are criminals who have no morals at all. So the only way to The things that bind us have disappeared, and even in our worldview, the idea that criminals deserve to die will give us an inexplicable pleasure when hunting down those criminals. This is the so-called hero complex."
Chen Zhao wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he found that he was unable to refute.
"And don't you think we are enforcing justice now?"
"Okay, you convinced me."
People like Chen Zhao and Bai Fula don't need to overcome any psychological burden.
They have no psychological burden to kill people.
Because they are telling themselves that they are right and those people deserve to die.
Chen Zhao and Byfula walked around the street and already locked onto a criminal group.
Some obvious characteristics can tell that they are not locals.
"Why are they here?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
"Maybe it's some business, maybe it's fake news. In short, it's easy for the organizers to attract these criminals here."
Chen Zhao and Baifula followed the group of criminals to their destination.
An abandoned neighborhood, this neighborhood is very remote, very suitable for them to do something.
But it was still relatively early, so they both waited patiently.
"There are at least hundreds of criminals here, should we be evenly matched?"
"Each one depends on his or her ability. Whoever kills more is his own ability. It doesn't matter if he kills more than half." Byfula said disapprovingly.
"Are you sure you can beat me?" Chen Zhao asked.
It's not that Chen Zhao looked down on Bai Fula, he felt that his ability was still stronger than that of Bai Fula.
Byfula smiled: "Why do you think I can't steal you?"
"Well, everyone depends on their abilities." Chen Zhao shrugged.
At the same time, I secretly made up my mind to teach Baifula a good lesson.
Byfula glanced at Chen Zhao, and he felt Chen Zhao's competitiveness.
But how could he remain calm himself?
He also secretly made up his mind to compete with Chen Zhao.
At this moment, three figures fell from the sky.
There were three psychics, an old man, a middle-aged woman, and a young man.
The three psychics landed on the roof opposite Chen Zhao and Bai Fula.
"We are targeting the criminals here first. Please leave here." The old man said with a kind smile.
Both the middle-aged woman and the young man looked arrogant, the kind of faces that deserved a beating.
Especially when he looked at Chen Zhao, his eyes were full of expectation.
Chen Zhao grinned, but Baifulu ignored it again.
"The founder of Roy's Prophetic Cult." Baifula looked at the old man: "He masters a very special magic called Combat Prophet. No matter what enemy he faces, he can predict what you are going to do in advance. What kind of attack?"
I have to say that Byfula's sense of presence is really too low.
The three people opposite didn't notice Byfula at all.
Even if Baifula talked about their origins in front of them.
The three people seemed to be blind and did not notice Byfla at all.
"Combat prophet? Did they predict that they would be beaten into pig heads by me?" Chen Zhao clenched his fist and looked at the three people opposite him maliciously.
However, Chen Zhao was still curious about the battle prophet's fighting style.
Could it be that you can see fragments of the future?
If they could see the future, why would they continue to stay here?
Will he lose to them in the future scene?
Chen Zhao looked at the three people opposite him with interest.
Chen Zhao took a step forward.
The old man's face showed a solemn look.
He looked at Chen Zhao warily.
Because the magic power he consumes when using magic is dozens of times greater than usual.
Chen Zhao suddenly moved and punched the old man instantly.
But this punch was empty.
The old man took a few steps back the moment Chen Zhao took action.
His movements are not very fast, but he can be one step faster than Chen Zhao.
And the moment Chen Zhao emptied his hand, the old man's palm was already on Chen Zhao's forehead.
boom--
Chen Zhao was blown away directly.
Chen Zhao hasn't been so embarrassed in a long time.
He fell heavily to the ground and his clothes were burnt.
At this moment, the criminal group hiding here heard the explosion and all rushed out.
He saw Chen Zhao standing on the ground with smoke all over his body.
I also saw three people standing on the roof.
And Byfra was ignored again.
All the guns were pointed at Chen Zhao and the three people on the roof.
However, no one paid attention to those criminal gunmen.
"Who are you? Raise your hands!"
Chen Zhao obviously had no intention of cooperating with these criminal gunmen and stared at the old man on the roof.
The faces of middle-aged women and young people were full of excitement and pride.
It was as if they had defeated Chen Zhao.
The old man frowned because he didn't hold back just now.
But Chen Zhao didn't seem to be hurt in any way.
The boss of the criminal group looked suspicious.
He and his men obviously didn't understand what was going on.
Are these people police?
It's not like, or maybe it's Interpol?
Or maybe a colleague?
"Boss, what should we do? Should we kill them all?"
"I don't know, let's wait."
The criminal boss shouted: "Did you hear that? All of you raise your hands! Otherwise I will be rude to you."
However, his threat was ignored by everyone present.
The criminal boss became a little angry, grabbed his subordinate's pistol, pointed it at Chen Zhao and fired.
boom--
Ding--
Chen Zhao's head turned slightly, and a deformed warhead fell on the ground.
Chen Zhao slowly turned his head and looked at the criminal boss.
"Do you want to die faster?" Chen Zhao said lightly.
