I, Stitcher, Leon!

Chapter 91 The Dark Artist

Compared with Marcy, the former mechanical engineer, this attack by gunner Sterling was within Li Ang's acceptable range.

A gunner who uses such a flamboyant color grenade and uses dance music as the background BGM, without any artistic bacteria and narcissistic plot, it is impossible.

Bullets shot out of the red mist like celestial maidens scattered flowers, and countless "red silk threads" rose from mid-air, like caged birds breaking loose, rushing towards their final goal.

Li Ang was hit by a bullet in his leg, and he punched the last loudspeaker enduring the pain.

But when Li Ang's charged fist was about to swing out, he suddenly felt as if his body was entangled by something, and he couldn't swing out the fist at all.

Look carefully, on the arms and body, at some point there appeared extremely fine threads that were almost invisible to the naked eye, entwining the arms and body.

The silk thread is faintly flickering with light, and its existence can only be detected.

This high-strength, well-concealed silk thread is currently wrestling with Li Ang.

Unexpectedly, the corners of Li Ang's mouth raised slightly.

Divergent silk threads are entwined around the body, but following the source, one can see that the silk threads gradually intersect and converge into the red mist from all parts of Li Ang's body, and intersect at one point.

Not surprisingly, this is where the other party is hiding.

While Sterling was hunting Li Ang, didn't he expose his tracks?

Li Ang noticed the special material thread hidden in the moment when the bullets scattered like a goddess scattered flowers and brought up red smoke.

The responsiveness brought by the high [speed] is amazing, especially in battle, the transmission of nerve signals is several times that of ordinary people, and the perception is naturally greatly improved.

Therefore, when it was discovered that the bullets were just interference, and the red smoke was not for the sake of visual splendor, but to cover the silk threads buried in it, Li Ang decided to come up with a trick.

Enemies hidden in red smoke are hard to find.

Well, let him show up by himself.

At this moment, the identities of hunter and prey were reversed.

Li Ang yelled violently, the muscles all over his body swelled, and even on the gray skin, there were stretch marks where the silk thread was tight and the flesh was tightly strangled.

The sudden surge of power violently tugged the silk thread.

The silk threads that were originally tense are becoming more and more clustered at this moment.

The thread of silver light that was faintly visible in mid-air finally appeared clearly before the eyes at this moment, gathering under the red mist.

After pulling, Li Ang suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction, and directly used [Spiritual Light] in mid-air.

The black lightning wrapped around the body, and it made a two-stage displacement in mid-air, almost instantaneously.

[Spiritual Light] With a strong momentum, it directly hits the place where the silk threads gather.

The silk threads tied to his body scattered and collapsed the moment Li Ang was submerged in the red smoke.

boom!
The floor tiles shattered, and the resulting shock spread. The red mist swirled around Li Ang, and as the shock wave spread around, a "vacuum area" was formed.

Quite a feeling of seeing the sun through the clouds and returning to the clear.

It's just that with such a fast speed, Li Ang only saw a bunch of scattered silk threads, and he didn't see the enemy.

With such a fast speed, I couldn't defeat the enemy with one move. This opponent has something!
The shadow of a famous tree can become the leader of the Monroe Guard, responsible for the security work of the Monroe family. With Monroe III's character of greed for life and fear of death, he really can't achieve this position if his strength is not enough.

Only vaguely, Li Ang still saw a touch of red silk quickly disappearing into the red mist.

After just two probing confrontations, Li Ang found out that his opponent was not bad.

The speed and reaction are extremely fast, and the offensive methods are unconstrained.

Although there was no real face-to-face meeting, Li Ang spoke very highly of Sterling. In one sentence, it is——

This person is not below me!
That being the case, Li Ang chose another path.

heart attack.

Play art, huh?
Create an atmosphere, right?
Narcissistic, right?

Well, let's have a showdown between artists!

Looking down at the pit formed by the impact on the ground, he picked up a few broken pieces of porcelain and flew them out, aiming at the horn in the corner of the roof.

It's just that as soon as the bullet flew out of the red mist, it was blown up by a single shot and turned into dust.

Li Ang threw the porcelain pieces again, one after another, the number was as numerous as flowers raining in the sky.

Immediately after the projection, gunshots appeared in response, and there were loud explosions one after another.

In an instant, Li Ang popped out the tentacles, and the ink sac sprayed a ball of ink towards the firing position.

After the ink reached the designated position, it burst open.

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the red mist, like ink in water, disseminated and diffused.

"Student, do you still want to be an artist?" It was just a plain provocation, but it was more powerful than tons of fists.

Sterling was stained with black ink. Although he was hidden in the red mist, his active area was obviously compressed, and his hidden figure was difficult to maintain.

"Beasts also understand art?"

In just five words, the first response of the confrontation between the two was completed.

Not to be outdone.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

In the next second, Sterling raised his hand and shot, breaking the lighting on the roof of the information office.

And Li Ang shot at the same time, knocking down the horn in the corner of the roof.

"Without the music, I'll see how you dance." Li Ang had already seen through everything during the trial just now.

It's not that Pompeii couldn't sense Sterling's footsteps.

It's because of Sterling's actions and steps, all hidden in that passionate flamenco.The dance music is the steps, and the steps are the dance music.

So Pompey couldn't tell the difference at all, which naturally created the illusion that Sterling disappeared like a ghost.

Now that there is no background music, footsteps are obvious.

In order to regain his concealment, Sterling knocked out the lighting on the roof.

In this way, whether it is red mist or black mist, the data center is completely dark at this moment, regardless of each other.

Change the limit.

It's just that Li Ang has the advantage in comparison.

He never cared about the lights or anything.

In terms of vision, no one in the night has an advantage over dark creatures.

What's more, Li Ang still has Pompeii beside him.

Li Ang asked Pompeii to lie on his back, hugging his neck tightly.

In the dark night, the sound of tapping footsteps sounded again.

This time, it was accompanied by whistles.

Pompeii's ears twitched, trying to lock the source of the sound.

But Pompeii was shocked to find that even without the soundtrack, he still couldn't lock the opponent's position!

The gunfire suddenly appeared, and it suddenly lit up under the cover of darkness and red mist.

Under the reflection of the flashing fire, an elegant figure in a red cloak looms in the "red mist", playing a gorgeous dance music with two guns in his hands.

The bullet passed by Li Ang.

The lit fire reflected Sterling's playful eyes.

It was deliberately missed.

Bright and wild dance music is playing wildly.

Sterling, provocative.

But soon, the gunfire was like a tide, obviously it was just two silver pistols, but the firepower that erupted was like the torrential rain in the rainy season, falling with a bang.

Li Ang lifted the [Admiralty Bell], and bright sparks burst out from the black bell jar, densely packed.

Dang clang clang metal heavy file, the dance music to the second climax.

(End of this chapter)