This malice was extremely strong and pure. Even if the star officials did not have the dangerous intuition of the "bewitching demon" and "scouts", Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel its existence.
This malice obviously could not come from Annie or Mr. Bill.
People from the Dionysus Club came to the door? Tsk, Mr. Bill is also an old man, how could he be so careless? Zhang Yuanqing thought about recent events and made a silent guess in his heart.
He pretended to be calm and smiled:
"Mr. Bill is not free? Then I will visit you another day!"
Although he wanted to help Mr. Bill and Annie, he was not clear about the enemy's methods and number of people. At the same time, he planned to retreat first and call Fu Qingyang directly without bringing the corpse.
After speaking, he turned and left. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, his body stumbled forward and fell.
The two legs did not move at all, and the brain seemed to have lost control of the legs.
It was not a possession.
Zhang Yuanqing had never encountered such a situation before, so he quickly supported himself with one hand to avoid the fate of falling to the ground.
At this moment, a sharp "puff" sounded, and a fatal bullet came from the left, hitting him who was caught off guard, and hit his skull. The huge impact force made his head tilt.
With the defense of a star official, at close range, a large-caliber bullet hit the vital point, even if it was not enough to threaten his life, it could cause serious damage.
But the bullet "ding-dong" fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and did not cause any harm to the enemy.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was unharmed, looked at it intently, and saw that the bullet was silver and engraved with complicated patterns.
-When he fell, his other hand took out the "heart mirror of the unyielding".
"Chirp, chirp"
The sound of gunfire echoed one after another. The attacker seemed to be unconvinced. Bullets hit him one after another, but were all blocked by a thin layer of "shell". The bullets made faint ripples.
Faced with dense bullets, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head to look at the end of the corridor. He saw a bald man standing at the door leading to the office area. He was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a slim T-shirt, with muscular body and tattoos on his arms.
Green eyes, high nose, deep eye sockets, a typical Western face.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, rolled on the ground, and went out for a night tour.
He did not fight back immediately, but took out the "lucky necklace" and put it on. The guy just now seemed to be able to manipulate the target's body and make the target fall for no reason.
Although he did not know the specific principle, wearing a lucky necklace could make himself lucky enough and avoid the negative effects of blessing on the body to a certain extent.
Then, he summoned the bloodthirsty blade, grabbed it in his hand, and quickly approached the bald man.
"Night Wanderer?"
The bald man's eyebrows jumped, obviously recognizing the enemy's profession. He reached out and quickly grabbed a conch, put it to his mouth, and blew it.
In the slightly sharp sound waves, a large amount of illusory sea water gushed out of the conch, condensing into a tall horse composed of illusory sea water, raising its head and roaring, charging forward along the not-so-wide corridor.
Behind it, there were layers of surging waves.
The horse's impact force was extremely strong, but for the star officials, it was within the range of resistance, but it was layers of surging "waves", which were impossible to avoid in this slightly narrow corridor.
Zhang Yuanqing paused, reversed his grip on the bloodthirsty blade, and punched the horse.
"Boom!"
The sound of waves surging and collapsing seemed to be heard in the void, and the seahorse that hit him was smashed to pieces.
His body inevitably emerged and staggered back a few steps.
Break the seahorse with brute force? Is this a star official? The bald man's face changed, and his pupils were drunken, his eyes were scattered, like a drunk.
Then, he turned around quickly, decisively gave up the entanglement, and planned to escape into the office area.
The next second, a figure in a bright red wedding dress appeared behind him, clinging to his back, making the bald man freeze in place.
And Zhang Yuanqing's body was not affected at all, and it collapsed into a ball of dreamy starlight, appearing behind the foreign man, and the bloodthirsty blade stabbed upward diagonally.
"Puff!"
The sharp tip of the knife pierced the man's heart, and the black and red blood instantly flowed along the blade, turning into a trickle, and dripping on the chemical fiber carpet.
Zhang Yuanqing stirred the knife handle with his right hand, clenched his left fist, and hit the man's temple from the side.
Bang! The man's head tilted, his cervical vertebrae were broken, and his head hung diagonally on his shoulder.
Just a supernormal realm Zhang Yuanqing drew out the knife and listened for a few seconds. The office area separated by a door was silent, as if it was not startled by the fight outside.
"This man is guarding here, there must be accomplices inside. The noise just made can be heard by a blind person. The people inside cannot fail to notice it. Is the battle at a critical moment and unable to be distracted?
"Or is he waiting for a sneak attack at the door? Fortunately, for the star official, all this is not a problem."
Zhang Yuanqing muttered quietly, and did not rush in, but carried the bald man's body to the front desk.
He first found the makeup mirror on the desk of the front desk girl, opened it, and took a look at his face.
The face was the same as when he came, the palace of evil was slightly dark, but it was not even injured.
"Pop! "
He closed the makeup mirror, the starlight in his eye sockets dissipated, and darkness emerged. He saw that inside the bald man's body, the incomplete soul quickly gathered and condensed into an illusory, ferocious figure.
Zhang Yuanqing performed "Soul Devouring" and swallowed it in one gulp.
The broken memory flashed like a slide show. Through important memory fragments, he roughly understood the man's life.
The bald man is called "Josh Enoch", an intermediate member of the Dionysus Club, managing 10-15 junior members, corresponding to the captain position of the Five Elements Alliance.
This time, with the senior member team, secretly came to Songhai to assist the club's top management to find the president of the Merchant Guild.
How many people came to the top management? Is it the legendary founder of the club? He didn't know whether it was the owner of the club or the platinum members of the action department.
The senior member team only needed to wait for orders and complete them.
The leader of this operation against "Bill Tarantino" was senior member Baker Vernal, a fifth-level saint, assisted by another saint "Yuer Ban" and four intermediate members.
It is worth mentioning that the fifth-level saint Baker Vernal had a prop of the "Eternal Night" profession. In order to ensure the smooth operation and prevent the prey from escaping, he used the prop to seal the entire office area and isolate it from the outside world.
In addition, Zhang Yuanqing knew what the members of the Dionysus Club were by reading their memories - alcoholics.
"The office area was sealed? No wonder there was no movement inside after fighting for a long time. There were two saints and three extraordinary people inside. Bill and Annie were also saints, but they were probably level 4. Moreover, Void and Eros didn't seem to be the type of professions that could fight head-on. They were very dangerous."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately took out his mobile phone and called Fu Qingyang.
"What's the matter?"
The familiar voice of Mr. Qian sounded through the speaker, with clear pronunciation and coldness.
"Boss, Mr. Bill and Annie were attacked by the people of the Dionysus Club." He roughly described the situation here at the fastest speed.
"I know." Fu Qingyang's voice was still calm: "Are you sure there is no blood disaster on your face?"
"Yes, I checked it twice today." Although he was puzzled by Fu Qingyang's somewhat irrelevant questions, Zhang Yuanqing still answered patiently.
"There is a saint-quality consumable in the gang warehouse, called 'Bomber's Crazy Sound', use it to break the seal. Yuanshi, the task of rescuing Bill is now handed over to you. "Fu Qingyang said.
What? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
Fu Qingyang seemed to know that he would be confused, and said:
"We can't be sure whether the master of the Dionysus Club, or even whether the boss is lurking in the dark to surround and attack the reinforcements. If so, then if I go there now, I may be capsized in the ditch.
"And since you have seen the face and confirmed that you are fine, it means that the senior executives of the Dionysus Club, seeing that it is just a small fish, most of them disdain to take action and choose to hide, so you are safe.
"If all this is just my guess, and no one is watching in secret, then you can still save Bill and Annie if you take action now, and you don't need my help. "
This logic is flawless. Fu Qingyang is very steady and cautious in doing things. In addition, although I am indeed a small fish in front of the real boss, don't say it so directly. Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart while opening the gang warehouse of Baihuwei. He quickly pulled down and found the "Bomber's Crazy Sound" among the dazzling array of props.
The so-called "Bomber's Crazy Sound" is a pack of C4 bombs, with a square shape, intricate lines, and only a red button on the iron-wrapped surface.
"Press the red button and it will explode in ten seconds."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately placed the bomb at the glass door and pressed the button.
He immediately ran away, just like playing with firecrackers when he was a child.
The office area was already in a mess at this time, with several Ten employees were unconscious, some lying on the table, some falling in the corridor, some still alive, some dead in the aftermath of the battle, blood dyed the chemical fiber carpet red.
More than one-third of the employees died in the battle, and the moral values of both sides plummeted. They had to fight tactfully, put away their AoE skills, and use micro-management as much as possible to reduce casualties.
The huge office area was "divided" into two battlefields, with Bill Tarantino and Baker Vernal occupying one battlefield.
This old gentleman with white hair on his temples, relying on the stealth of the void profession and a rich reserve of props, struggled to support himself under the attack of the Level 5 Saint.
Now he has put on a pair of exquisitely crafted black shoes. When he encounters a critical moment, he slides towards Baker and always resolves the crisis.
But this is doomed to be short-lived.
The other battlefield belongs to Annie and her enemy, the Level 4 Saint Yul Ban, a woman with silver hair, smoky makeup, and a spiked leather jacket.
And the three extraordinary walkers who assisted her, now only one is left, the other two took off their pants and lay on a female employee, Jill Yingbangbang has been dead for a long time.
At the beginning of the war, Annie aroused the desire of the two, letting the idea of mating fill the target's mind, burning reason, and then when they tried to vent their lust on the unconscious female employee, she blew up the dog heads of the two extraordinary walkers.
The remaining one had a wind mage prop that could judge the target's actions based on the airflow, so he blinded his eyes in advance, "ignored" Annie's charm, and shot with a gun from a distance, This is how she avoided dying miserably like her companions.
Annie's situation was no better than Bill Tarantino's. She was not good at fighting, and the other side had two people, and the combat power of evil professions was stronger than that of lawful professions.
The reason why she could hold on until now was, on the one hand, she used her own skills flexibly, and on the other hand, she had accumulated some wealth over the years and survived with props.
In just over ten minutes, three of her props were damaged, her body was slashed three times, and two ribs were broken, which was very miserable.
Annie, barefoot and with a rip in her dress, crouched down, hid behind a desk, and rushed forward. Behind her, there was a sound of bullets hitting the desk and penetrating her body.
The female employee who was "sleeping" on the desk had two blood flowers on her back and died silently.
Damn it, if I had known to wrap up my chest first, she would have half rubbed and half supported her trembling chest with one hand, and stretched out the other hand on the desk to shoot at the attacker.
The gun in her hand was silver-white, and its caliber was larger than that of the Desert Eagle. It was a gun that could aim by itself. The holder only needed to pull the trigger towards the target, and the pistol would automatically adjust its trajectory.
It is a tool for the scout profession, and has the ability of insight.
Although this gun is only of extraordinary quality, it is extremely powerful, and the bullets in the magazine have been blessed by the wind mage, and the penetration is extremely terrible. It is no problem to penetrate a tank with one shot.
The bullets penetrated the floor with two "bangs", and then there was a harsh sonic boom. The huge office area was belatedly stirred up by a strong wind, blowing up documents.
But the blindfolded enemy seemed to have noticed her attack in advance and had already avoided it.
Then, Annie felt the terrible murderous aura approaching, and then her eyes blurred, and a figure jumped onto the desk where she was hiding.
It was the Saint Yur Ban, the female saint with smoky makeup and a cold face. She sank her knees, leaned over and chopped the dagger in her hand, and her eyes became blurred and full of drunkenness.
She cast "brain paralysis" on Annie. In this state, the target's hands and feet will lose control and become uncontrollable, like a drunkard, a lamb to be slaughtered.
Feeling the whistling wind above her head, Annie seemed to understand that she could not escape her fate. Tears welled up in her eyes and her smile was sad and beautiful.
The cold-faced Yur Ban trembled in his heart, the drunkenness in his eyes melted away, revealing emotions such as entanglement, pity, and reluctance. He cut the short knife halfway and actually retracted it.
Charm!
This skill is an enhanced version of "Charm", which can kill both men and women, but the impact on women will eventually be weaker than that on men.
The love profession is not good at fighting, but it can be versatile and get along well with both sides, because of this self-protection skill.
Seizing the opportunity, Annie raised the silver pistol and was about to pull the trigger on Yur Ban. However, the action she made was indeed to hit the enemy with the pistol.
Cognitive error!
She was like a drunkard who had forgotten how to use a pistol.
"Chaos" is the characteristic of the alcoholic profession.
In just a few seconds, the two saints each used their own methods to resolve each other's killing moves.
Annie did not try to pick up the pistol, but turned around and ran barefoot, taking out a half-human-high silicone doll from the inventory and throwing it behind her.
"Bang!"
Yuer Ban chopped the desk with a knife, but it was empty. Just as he was about to chase this slutty bitch, he saw Annie, who was running ahead, throwing a doll with a difficult gender to identify behind her.
The female saint wanted to swing the knife to destroy the doll, but suddenly she felt a strong reluctance in her heart, as if this doll was a sweet first love, a beautiful childhood, and a love that could not be separated in life.
At the same time, Annie, who was running, aroused the enemy's lust.
The female saint's eyes suddenly became blurred, her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly clamped her legs together, and her spring tide surged under her leather pants.
She gave up chasing Annie, hugged the doll, and panted to untie her belt.
When the love is strong, the streets are lined with welcome, and there is no need to care about so much
Yuer Ban, who had just untied her belt, had a fierce look in her blurred eyes. She still held the doll obsessively with one hand, knelt on the doll, and kept rubbing it, but the other hand had already left the belt and reached out to grab it in the air.
A tin triangle with blue lightning patterns was taken out by her, and she crushed it with her fingers.
"Zizi~"
With her fingers as the core, twisted blue electric snakes shot out in all directions like tentacles.
Yuer Ban screamed shrilly, her silver hair stood up, and her body spasmed violently.
Annie in front was hit by an electric snake, her body suddenly stiffened and trembled on the spot.
"Bang bang!"
Seeing the right time, the blindfolded extraordinary walker in the distance aimed at Annie and fired two shots.
One shot "aimed" at the back, and one shot "aimed" at the back of the head.
At this time, Annie was about to turn the corner, and the bullet shot at the back of the head was blocked by the wall pillar, and the gravel flew everywhere on the spot, creating a big hole. The other bullet successfully hit Annie's back.
The penetrating force knocked her to the ground, and her back was instantly stained red with blood.
The flaming arc dissipated, and Yur Ban staggered towards the fallen Annie with a knife.
"Cough cough."
Annie coughed violently, coughing up blood with bubbles.
Her lungs were destroyed by this shot.
Hearing the staggering footsteps behind her approaching, she felt desperate.
At this time, a loud "boom" sound came from afar, and the violent air waves rolled into the office area with flames.
Bill Tarantino and Beck Vernal, who were struggling to hold on, stopped at the same time and looked towards the explosion.
Yuer Ban also turned around with a knife and took a vigilant posture.
Who, who is coming? Anne raised her head with all her strength, looking through the gap between the desks with a pale face.
Just saw a dreamy starlight appear behind the blindfolded enemy, saw the starlight condensed into the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun, and saw him swinging a sharp blade towards the enemy's neck.
This escape technique without any air flow disturbance made the enemy's head roll down from the neck before he could react.