Chapter 163 Man-eating Building
"What's going on? No movement?"
The bounty hunters and killers around the building looked at each other, and their hearts were full of doubts.
They stared closely at the seemingly ordinary but mysterious building, trying to glimpse a hint of clues from the silent appearance.
More people show deep jealousy, and they noticed that things were far from being so easy to imagine.
More than 100 people entered the building aggressively, but even a little water splash came out.
The building seemed to be a huge black hole, devouring everyone who entered silently.
There must be brave husbands under the reward, and there is never a shortage of money in the underground world.
Soon, some people gathered more than 100 people and rushed into the building again, but the result was still the same as before, silent and silent, without any movement.
Seeing this scene, the fear in some people's hearts gradually spread, and they had given up and quietly withdrawn from this dangerous place.
Although everyone is good, they do not want to die in vain.
In the end, there were only dozens of people who were originally lively.
These people are not ordinary people, and they have mastered some special abilities.
I am confident in my strength.
At this time, a bald man with a round waist appeared in the vision of everyone.
He was wearing expensive suits, the tight fabric and exquisite tailoring all showed his identity and status, followed by a group of younger brothers.
He was the underground emperor in New York -Jin mei.
Of course, he was not for the bounty. He operated a huge business empire, and wealth was no longer the goal for him.
Such a "event" occurred in the underground world of New York, of course, he would play to show his status and influence.
"Huh ~~" Jin vomited a ball of smoke, and the white smoke slowly spread in the air, as if the thought in his heart was uncertain.
"Still didn't find out who released the reward?"
His voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.
"No." A man who answered him was a target on his forehead.
He is a killer under his hands, and the nickname is called the target eye.
His eyes were cold and sharp, as if a sharp blade prepared at any time.
Gold and eyes narrowed.
[Only those organizations can be found in New York that can not be found at all. I can't check it. .
He thought secretly in his heart, knowing that the water behind the reward may be deep.
Looking at the target eyes that are eager to try, Jin also advised: "Give up, the goal is not an ordinary person."
"Don't try it." The tone of the target eyes is full of confidence and stubbornness.
He is a top killer and has absolute confidence in his strength.
After speaking, he walked into the building without hesitation.
Others looked at the target eyes into the building, and gradually became restless.
Those who have a strong confidence in their own strength, the victory and greed in their hearts were ignited instantly, and they followed them without hesitation.
However, as soon as they stepped into the building, their heads seemed to be smashed severely by a heavy hammer, and the strong pain came instantly.
They were attacked by spiritual attacks, and the invisible power shocked their brains like a tide.
Those who couldn't hold on, soon lost their consciousness, fell to the ground, and became a member of many corpses.
The remaining people looked at each other in panic, and they quickly realized that they were attacked by spiritual attacks.
In their cognition, mental attacks are one of the most difficult to deal with superpowers.
There is no sign of this attack when launching, which is invincible, and it is difficult to carry out effective defense.
A desperation in their hearts, but the instinct of survival made them work hard.
"Rush up, fight with him!" Someone shouted.
They believe that only in close combat can we avoid continuing to suffer from spiritual attacks.
A group of people gritted their teeth and rushed to the second floor. However, when they reached the second floor, they saw a shocking scene.
The target's eyes fell to the ground, squirming forward difficultly.
His face was full of pain, and sweat dripping constantly.
"??" Everyone was full of doubt.
They soon felt that they seemed to be suppressed by some heavy objects, so heavy that people couldn't lift their waists.
His legs were trembling, and he couldn't support his body at all.
"There is a problem with the gravity here." Some people said difficultly.
Their hearts are full of fear. I don't know who the target is, and has such terrible abilities.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"Return back and return to the first floor." Someone shouted panickedly.
However, it was too late at this time, and the gravity began to double.
Everyone is pressed on the ground and cannot move.
Their breathing is getting more and more difficult, and every muscle and every inch of bones are moaning painfully.
They struggled desperately, but they did not help.
In the end, they lost their lives in despair.
"This group of people is not good, not even the second floor."
Wes was sitting on the fifth floor, showing obvious disappointment and boring.
He looked down at the book in his hand. It seemed that he felt that he had continued to read and lost his interest, and he gently closed on the book page.
Wes stood up slowly, and his movements were not tight or slow.
Walker felt a little regretful as he walked down from the fifth floor.
The traps and tests he had carefully arranged on the fourth and third floors now seemed to be completely in vain. He had never expected these people to be so vulnerable.
When he walked to the second floor, he saw a pile of shapeless corpses.
From their twisted postures, it was obvious that these people had experienced extremely painful struggles before they died.
They might have felt despair and helplessness in the last moments of their lives, but it was too late.
Wes's eyes briefly lingered on these corpses, without any pity, only sighing for their weakness.
When he came to the first floor, it was quiet.
The dead had no scars on their bodies. They died happily without experiencing too much pain.
Perhaps at the moment of death, they didn't even realize what had happened.
When Wes walked out of the building, everyone's eyes were attracted by a magnet and instantly gathered on him.
He looked around, and when his eyes fell on someone, everyone would swallow nervously.
That kind of nervousness was like a prey being stared at by a beast, full of fear and uneasiness.
Even the gangster Kingpin was no exception, and a hint of subtle nervousness flashed across his usually calm face.
This is the instinct of living things, to be afraid of the existence that can take their lives at will.
And Weiss, at this moment, is undoubtedly the existence that makes everyone fear.
