When the Cadillac's engine roared powerfully and the car slowly slid down the road, Sheyan and Aziz received a notification at the same time:
[Warning, warning: Blood Sensing is about to be triggered. This Blood Sensing will last for a long time.]
[Contestant No. 1018, you will sense the location of the other participants after a one-minute countdown. The basic duration of this Blood Sensing is 100 minutes. Your military rank is Major, but you already have three Bloody Invitation Letters, so your military rank privilege is offset. The time you can sense others will be weakened by 60%, and the time others can sense you will be extended by 30%.]
[The Blood Sensing will be triggered in 120 seconds. Good luck.]
"God damn it!" Sheyan cursed fiercely. Aziz might not have been weakened too much after being hit, but Sheyan could clearly hear him cursing out a string of obscenities.
The only good news was that Mr. K had already started the Cadillac. It would take about ten minutes to get to the MIB headquarters from here. Sheyan optimistically believed that even if the other participants received the news within ten minutes, they would not have the courage to come here alone to die. So, by the time they gathered their forces, Sheyan would already be comfortably drinking coffee in the most heavily guarded place in the MIB headquarters.
But Sheyan was wrong about two things: he underestimated the frequency of traffic jams in New York, and of course, Mr. K's mentality.
The bloody storm swept over in an instant, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. In Sheyan's field of vision, it was as if a large number of blood vessels had burst open. The sea of blood was surging wantonly, causing an indescribable fear to rise in one's heart.
Sheyan cursed again because he really could not find a more suitable word to describe his current mood.
After obtaining two Bloody Invitation Letters, the red dot representing Sheyan was as eye-catching as a firefly in a summer night. But now, let alone the other participants with one Bloody Invitation Letter, even Aziz's red dot could only be described as "how can a firefly compete with the bright moon" when compared to Sheyan?
What was even more vicious was that the Blood Sensing had even marked the escape points that were evenly distributed in New York City! Although it was not targeted at Sheyan, but! At this time, Sheyan was the only one who had collected three Bloody Invitation Letters! The people present were obviously not fools. As soon as they saw the words "escape points", they naturally knew the meaning behind it!
Therefore, it could be said that all the participants were madly rushing towards Sheyan! As long as they killed Sheyan, they would get three Bloody Invitation Letters. Including their own, that would make a total of four Bloody Invitation Letters!! That would be more than enough to complete the mission. How could such a one-step promotion not be worth the risk?
Driven by this mentality, Sheyan was suddenly horrified to find himself in the middle of a whirlpool. An indescribable force fiercely pulling the people to chase to him. to no avail. Even though Sheyan's prowess had increased tremendously, he wasn't so arrogant as to think he could fight against a thousand enemies alone.
... was to Sheyan, Sheyan had to be.. Sheyan drove his beloved Cadillac, leisurely enjoying the scenery outside the window as if he was taking a ride. He even glanced at the woman next to him from time to time. At this speed, let alone ten minutes, it would be difficult to reach the destination even if it took a hundred minutes.
"Hey! K？！ Now is not the time to go for a ride. "Sheyan gritted his teeth.
K ignored him.
Sheyan looked at Aziz and said fiercely through the nightmare imprint:
"Hey, don't act like you're not involved! Do you think those idiots will clap their hands and let you go happily after they force their way over??? "
Aziz was silent for a while. He had a say in front of K, so he said to K.
"I think we'd better return to the MIB headquarters as soon as possible, Mr. K. After seeing the strange bone text, I have an ominous premonition, as if something important is about to happen. The sooner we unravel the secret, the sooner we can be at ease. "
Aziz's words carried a lot of weight in front of K. K nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll buy an apple pie and go back."
Sheyan groaned weakly. He held his head in his hands and finally said through gritted teeth:
"K, fine, I'll tell you. You're being watched now. If you don't activate the alien technology system of this car now, I'm sure we'll all die miserably!"
K turned his head and looked at Sheyan with a very distrustful gaze:
"Are you sure? Why didn't our powerful early warning system tell me anything about this? Also, do you know how much of the MIB's budget is wasted just to activate the particle ejection system? That's easy for you to say, but do you know how much wrangling Z will have to go through in Congress for the energy quota? The resources and funds allocated to us by the country should be used wisely, not wasted on idle activities. "
Sheyan took a deep breath and said:
"Of course I'm sure! And I'm sure of one thing. If you don't use these precious resources now, you probably won't be able to use them in the future. "
K was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
Sheyan said in a cold voice:
"No amount of energy is useful to a pile of scrap iron. Huh, who's that? Why does he look like Jones? "
There was no doubt that the name "Jones" deeply attracted K's attention. Sheyan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, took advantage of the opportunity when K turned his head to grab the gear lever and pinched it hard. The end of the lever immediately opened like a blooming flower, revealing a red button. Sheyan then pressed it directly!
Suddenly, the entire Cadillac began to transform. The waist became slender and streamlined, and two jet engine vents appeared at the back of the car. Blue flames that were at least half a meter long spewed out of the vents. Sheyan and Aziz both groaned at the same time. They were viciously slammed into their seats by that incomparably powerful pushing force, unable to budge.
K suddenly let out an indescribable cry:
"You idiot! At least wait until I put on my seatbelt! "
Fortunately, the car was equipped with automatic life detection and stress protection devices. Once an accident was detected, the intelligent system would automatically take over to prevent the tragedy of a car accident from happening. Therefore, after a while, they were still on the right track. Sheyan's pupils shrank. Due to K's delay, a red dot representing a participant had already appeared in front of them. The red dot had arrived before them and intercepted them halfway!
Although the car was flying at high speed, both Sheyan and Aziz recognized the person at a glance.
This guy dared to stand out and block the way at this time. Not to mention anything else, just this courage alone was worthy of a thumbs up and praise.
This person stood quietly on the footbridge, gazing into the distance.
A Cadillac was galloping madly at a speed of 200 km/h in the traffic under the setting sun like a fierce horse. Let alone anything else, just that feeling alone was full of madness and dominance!
A domineering aura that vowed to smash everything!
And this person was standing in front of the Cadillac.
This person looked very ordinary: a cheap grayish-white jacket, a half-smoked cigarette, a slightly decadent temperament, and a common face. It seemed that as soon as he left the line of sight, he would immediately escape into a dirty river like a loach, disappearing without a trace.
"Sigh...." The person let out a long sigh. The sigh seemed to leave a lingering echo in the air, and then he disappeared as if he had evaporated into thin air. Strangely, for some reason, the office workers who were hurriedly passing by him, the beggars next to him, the performance artists, and the people who sang with old guitars suddenly remembered very clearly that this guy was lying on the footbridge, sighing deeply and flicking the ash off his cigarette.
These people did not know why they were forced to remember this scene. It was as if this scene had been branded into their lives.
In fact, human memory was a very strange thing. For example, if you asked everyone to recall what happened before they were three years old, 99% of them would forget it. It seemed that most of the memories that clearly existed would be covered in a fog.
But 99% of people would still remember a few clear fragments of memories before they were three years old. Their memories were so detailed and accurate that even many adults present at the time might not be able to match them.
This was fate's arrangement.
The reason why these people remembered the action of the guy flicking the ash off his cigarette was that he also had a chance encounter with fate at that moment. He even gently bumped into fate's shoulder!
The white ash that the person flicked off fell very normally under the gravity of the Earth and drifted away with the wind.
He stood on the footbridge, and below him was the rolling and endless stream of steel cars.
The falling ash drifted naturally, and was then swept up by the wind of the speeding cars. Strangely, it was blown into the eyes of the driver of a Chevrolet Cruze.
He immediately felt an uncomfortable astringent feeling in his eyes and reached out to wipe them. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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