"Oh? This is really good news … "Lucifer, who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, didn't even turn his head back. He concentrated on playing the game. The guard who came to inform him of his freedom didn't dare to make any moves and could only wait for him to finish playing the game.
This wait lasted for a full twenty minutes.
Finally, Lucifer won and closed the game in satisfaction. Then, he slowly turned around.
It was a face that one would never forget after just one look at it.
His forehead was broad, his nose was tall and straight, and his eyes were narrow. His gaze was full of vigor, like lightning. What left a deep impression was the long and narrow birthmark on his right cheek that looked like a black feather. Coupled with his frivolous smile and mesmerizing golden hair, his entire person was filled with a kind of demonic charm.
"I remember that when you came to inform me the last time, you said that you wanted me to do something for you." Lucifer crossed his legs and smiled. "I think I should know what it is now, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Lucifer." The guard, Snow, respectfully said, "Please follow me."
"Oh oh, understood. Looks like today is really a good day. Maybe I should celebrate after I get out." Lucifer laughed heartily and stood up. He was taller than the average person, about 1.85 meters. Especially his shoulders, which were much wider than the average person's. He didn't have the thin and weak feeling of an otaku who stayed here all day long.
"Mr. Lucifer has obtained his freedom. Of course, we need to celebrate." Snow fawned. "I wonder if Mr. Lucifer has any good suggestions to guide me?"
"Don't bet on football recently." Lucifer insipidly said, "You know that I've always hated that."
"O … OK!"
After bringing Lucifer to Horace's office, the guard directly took out his phone and dialed without saying anything. "Hello, Harris, listen up. Lucifer has clearly said not to bet on football. He hates that! Don't bet on any football for this period of time. Do you hear me! "
"Oh my God!" The person on the other side of the phone exclaimed, "Today is Chivas Team VS Mosco Team. I was just about to bet fifty thousand! Chivas Team will definitely win. Brother, are you giving up just like that? "
"Nonsense, don't you listen to what Lucifer says?!" The guard said anxiously, "Have you forgotten what happened last time? If you bet, you'll definitely lose your pants! "
"O … alright!"
…
"Ah, hello, Mr. Lucifer." When Horace saw Lucifer Vincent Iverson entering the room, he immediately went up and hugged him. He smiled and said, "I'm really sorry that Mr. Lucifer had to stay there for some time."
"No problem." After the hug, Lucifer found a seat and took a sip of his drink. He smiled and said, "A salary of five million a year, and the best computer and internet for me to play games. I'm quite satisfied with this."
"Yes, yes." Facing Lucifer, Horace could only be careful. He said, "Today, we invited Mr. Lucifer out. Our target is one person." As he spoke, he took out a photo of Hong Dali, pointed at the photo, and said, "It's this person. His name was Hong Dali, a very talented young man who had recently risen up in Heavenly State. A prodigal who had mastered a very advanced technology. In order to prevent him from becoming a threat to Merika in the future, we need Mr. Lucifer to take action. Later, we'll pass you his detailed information. "Speaking up to this point, Horace lowered his voice and said word by word," Get rid of him! "
Lucifer curiously took the photo and looked at Hong Dali, who was smiling very brightly and very happily. He mumbled, "This person looks not bad. Alright, it'll depend on my mood when the time comes. En, you want me to go to Heavenly State, right? "
"Yes." Horace nodded and said, "All the procedures have been settled for you. Rest for a day today and set off tomorrow afternoon. "
"OK." Lucifer shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said, "Heavenly State, a mysterious country. I like it."
…
Merika Professional Soccer League.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today's duel is Chivas Team VS Mosco Team!" On the field, the commentator was shouting at the top of his lungs. "Great God, Chivas Team is the strongest team in Merika. What kind of blow will Mosco Team encounter? Three to one? Four to one? Or even five to one? "
"Brother, what kind of surprise do you think will happen this time?" Harris softly asked Snow, who was beside him. "No matter how unexpected this match is, it'll only be a win or a draw for Mosco Team, right?"
"I'm not sure either. But you only need to know that we shouldn't bet a single cent for this match." Snow touched his chin. "Lucifer's words definitely won't be wrong. Let's wait and see. I'm also very curious about what will happen. "
"Ladies and gentlemen, the match is about to begin." The commentator loudly shouted, "Let's enjoy this exciting match to the fullest! Of course, maybe we only need to watch Chivas Team's performance in this match. "
Harris took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Then, he took out another and tossed it to Snow.
Both of them lit up the cigarettes and puffed out the smoke.
Very soon, the match began. Chivas Team was indeed a strong team that the commentator thought highly of. The entire first half of the match was almost pressing down in front of Mosco Team's goal, attacking crazily one after another. Mosco Team was completely struggling to hang on, without any room to retaliate.
Harris looked at such a scene and started coughing violently from the smoke. Such a fierce attack, would there really be an upset in today's football match? This, it wasn't possible, right?
"This … This …" Harris' eyes almost popped out. "Is this really okay?!"
"Should … should be …" Snow was also stunned. "Why is this Chivas Team so terrifying today?! They weren't like this in the past. Could it be that Lucifer was wrong this time? "
Soon, the first half was over. Although the score was still 0 – 0, everyone could see that Mosco's team was holding on with their last breath. They believed that it would not be long before they would collapse and be defeated.
At the start of the second half, Chivas Team was still attacking crazily. The commentator's saliva was all over the ground. Mosco Team looked like they didn't even have the strength to defend. The entire audience was shouting at the top of their lungs, their voices overwhelmingly supporting Chivas Team.
"This … could there have been an accident?" Harris asked curiously.
"Should … should be?" At this moment, even Snow was a little uncertain.
Then, as if to prove their words, an accident finally happened …
"The great Chivas Team indeed didn't let anyone fail …" Speaking up to this point, the commentator suddenly felt as if his neck was being strangled, and he stopped abruptly. After a short silence, there was a piercing scream. "My God —!!!!"
This wasn't because Chicago Team had scored a goal. Just as the entire audience was curious about what was going on, a gunshot suddenly sounded!
"Tutututu —!!!"
It was still the sound of a machine gun!
Just at this moment, the microphone of the commentator was snatched away. A gloomy and terrifying voice sounded. "Ah, dear audience and friends, hello. I'm The Clown. Of course, I'm not an acrobatic clown. What I do is very simple — killing is my profession, and robbery is my hobby. Everyone better not move. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be responsible. Yahahahaha!"
"This … this …" Snow and Harris were dumbfounded. "This works too?!"
The entire stadium was silent at first. Then, an earth-shattering scream sounded. "Ah —!!!!"
The Clown's underlings raised their machine guns and shot fiercely again. The entire stadium finally quietened down.
"Yup, I'm very sorry for causing everyone to be frightened." The Clown chuckled and snapped his fingers. "Then, next, I announce that the competition will stop. Everyone better hand over your money. If you cooperate well, I'll consider killing fewer people …"
…
That afternoon's Merikan news broadcast: "In the competition between Chivas Team and Mosco Team, due to the participation of the terrorist organization cadre 'The Clown', the competition was unexpectedly stopped. It's reported that not only were all the spectators' cash stolen, the betting funds were also completely messed up. Currently, the police are investigating … "
…
Shanghai Tianhai, in Shiroishi Kazuma's secret residence.
"Young Master Qian, how many people are left over at Spiritual Sword?" Shiroishi Kazuma lay on the bed, his eyes lifeless. He had always been known to be meticulous. But this time, he was really hurt, and he was hurt very thoroughly.
Previously on the novel website, it could be said that he made a small mistake and underestimated the hatred that the people of Heavenly State had towards the Jabanese.
And in this online game war, Shiroishi Kazuma could be said to have made no mistakes at all. Everything he did was very perfect. But even so, after a few days, all his previous efforts were all in vain. The total capital of close to 500 million evaporated just like that. Completely evaporated. This game, Spiritual Sword, would not be able to earn a single cent back in the future.
"Mr. Shi, currently, the popularity of Spiritual Sword is only …" Qian Youjin's voice was very helpless and also very disappointed. "Only about 50,000 or so left … Many servers are empty now. One hundred and eighty servers are empty just like that … "
"Hehe, this time, we lost very completely …" Shiroishi Kazuma lightly waved his hand. "You can go out first. I'll lie down for a while and think about it …"
"OK, Mr. Shi." Qian Youjin softly said, "Rest well first, don't think too much."
After Qian Youjin left, Shiroishi Kazuma stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and mumbled, "Hong Dali … Hong Dali … You're indeed a very scary person. Your heaven-defying luck has already given you a lot of confidence. Unfortunately, you're not from Jaban State. Since we can't get you, then we can only — completely destroy you!"
Thinking up to this point, he took out his phone, installed an encrypted signal device, and then dialed an extremely complicated number …
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