Black Wizard Zhu Peng

In the early morning, Gaotan City, the most fringe of the city.

"This world...this world...is it already so sickly to this point?" Stepping on the asphalt road under your feet, but there is a broken cliff in front of you, looking down at a piece of bottomless, dark gray The fog diffused.

A middle-aged man with gray-brown hair has a weak energy defensive field spreading around him, scanning everything he can with his military binoculars.

According to Zhu Peng's investigation so far, Gaotan City has been swallowed into the stomach by a certain evil camp's extraordinary life, and the remaining plane will and human civilization are just lingering.

Looking down from a military telescope, in the dark gray mist below the Great Rift Valley there are faintly naked humanoid monsters entrenched. At the same time, the cliffs are still cracking down, although the speed and frequency are not. Too fast, but this is obviously irreversible and permanent damage.

The source mass energy in the slightly excited state burned about 2% of the unit amount. Before further consumption, Zhu Peng retreated and withdrew from the rift zone at the edge of the city.

That is to say, as a shadow spy wizard, if you are an ordinary human, don’t say that you see this scene with your own eyes. Just being close to the edge of the city will instinctively feel uncomfortable. If you come with a certain obsession to endure the discomfort, or They will "accidentally" fall into the Rift Valley and be eaten by humanoid monsters in the gray mist, or they will "lost" related memories when returning to Gaotan City.

This is a self-protection mechanism that lacks the will of the world’s civilization. Just like patients with terminal cancer, the hospital no longer provides salvage treatments, but only carries out life-prolonging medical programs... If you let Gaotan City be the center, the province The humans within the scope know the truth of this world, then this lingering world will really fall in a very short time.

At that time, even the last bit of hope of reversal disappeared.

A world the size of a province is indeed a little pitiful, but if you are lucky enough to survive the accumulation of time and years, you may not be able to regenerate and expand to the territories of the earth. Before the great voyages in the Middle Ages, Asia was. A world, Europe is a world, Africa is a world, but after a certain kind of opportunity and opportunity, the world is united into one, which is a huge improvement of the world's planes and civilizations.

Walking out of the rift zone on the edge of the city, Zhu Peng rubbed his forehead, watching the destruction of the world is also a huge shock to his spirit at this time. In order to counter the memory erasure mechanism of the will of the plane, Zhu Peng could not even Without burning two more sources of energy, he managed to escape from a world-class desperate struggle area.

After walking alone for half an hour, Zhu Peng's feet are very fast. He walked for half an hour, and others would have to walk for nearly two hours.

Not far away, a small and thin taxi driver in a plaid shirt couldn't wait. He stood by the car and paced back and forth.

At this moment, Zhu Peng understands his state. In this area, people in this world will feel uncomfortable, just like a person on the edge of a cliff, the feeling that he may fall to pieces at any time.

"Return to the city." Without saying anything, Zhu Peng opened the door, and the short and thin taxi driver got in quickly, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car.

Although the car did not drive slowly and did not detour far, it was already close to the afternoon when it returned to Gaotan City. The closer it is to a crowded place, the more comfortable and excited the little taxi driver is. He wears a hat and even a beard, but Zhu Peng can still see from the details exposed by the other party that the taxi master in front of him is only a half-year-old child.

In fact, if it were not for the real need for money, no taxi driver would be willing to go to such remote and remote places.

His eyes were on the rough skin of the teenager, the clothes he had been stitched repeatedly and his palms with frostbite. When he arrived at his door and got off the car, Zhu Peng took out Constantine’s wallet and handed most of the banknotes inside. Not only did he pay the fare in full, but he also gave a full tip...The reward for solving the task of the bald butcher in the lunatic asylum is about to come down, and even if people like Zhu Peng lack money, they only need big money, small money. He is not lacking.

"At your age, don't pick up another job next time. Go to such a remote and remote place. The more money you need, the more you must ensure your safety. Is your family still counting on you?" He said indifferently, and then pushed After getting out of the car, Zhu Peng heard the running and gasping behind him before he took a few steps.

"Mr... Mister, huhu." The little taxi driver who came after him no longer hid his voice at this time. He took off his hat. Although there was a beard under his nose, it was indeed only a half-large. Boy, teenager.

"What's wrong? I shouldn't miss your fare."

"Ah, Mr. Constantine...why, your walking speed is really fast." The young man with freckles on his face clutched his chest and gasped.

"……you know me?"

"Mad Walker, Hell Detective, Dark Knight Constantine, you are my idol. I have followed all the reports about your case last week." As he said, the young driver took a small dozen from his arms. newspaper.

Zhu Peng glanced at the young man in front of him and took the newspaper in his hand. As expected, all he saw were related reports about himself. Some of the newspapers even had photos attached to them: a middle-aged man in a trench coat, holding his left hand. Holding a silver revolver, holding a silver knife inscribed with runes in his right hand, he leaped and brandished the light of the knife and passed a fierce-looking fat man.

It was just a week ago that he cut off the bald butcher's last knife.

(There must be an undercover of these newspaper reporters among the police officers. This kind of footage can be captured successfully, indicating that he was very close to the scene at the time.) Zhu Peng was busy conditioning his body this week, healing his injuries, and staying behind closed doors at home. He has no habit of reading newspapers. He just came out this time to explore the fringe of the city. It was the first time he saw these newspapers in his hand.

"Why, do you want my signature? I'll sign it for you, and then go home quickly." After saying that, Zhu Peng took out the pen from the trench coat and signed the boy in front of him. Din Chino's name, but the newspaper handed it back to the excited boy. However, this young man did not leave contentedly, but trot all the way closely following Zhu Peng, who was striding along with the meteor.

"Mr. Constantine, I think you are very much like the person in the newspaper along the way. Of course, you are yourself, but I didn't dare to confirm it until you paid me so much money and got off the bus on this street. , I am truly sure that it is you."

"Excuse me... do you still lack an assistant or an apprentice? I can drive, and I am familiar with all kinds of news on the street, and I charge very little. You can give me 15 pounds per month. Or... Or you can give me ten pounds."

Zhu Peng ignored the young man who was following him. He would not stay in this world for too long. Therefore, it is best not to have too much involvement with the natives of the plane, although being a spy is not very taboo.

When he came to his door, he walked up the stairs and took out the copper key to open the door. At this time, the taxi boy was already out of breath because of following and eagerly introducing himself. Zhu Peng lowered his head and opened the door and ignored him.

"Please, accept me. My father was killed by the devil. I must...become a demon hunter!" Vicki, the taxi boy was at the moment Zhu Peng opened the door. Suddenly raised his head and shouted, his thin face was covered with wanton water marks at this moment, and the feelings seemed extremely strong.

Zhu Peng pushed open the door, and looked at him for a while because of Weiqi's shout, and the indifferent gaze made the young man twitch.

"Lying, your father died of a stomach disease. The left hand on your back is hiding a water sac. You just squeezed water into your face while lowering your head... The acting is good. Try to be an actor. You will be more promising. "After that, Zhu Peng left a bewildered look and walked into the house.

However, at this time, a fat middle-aged man wearing a top hat and wearing a decent dress came to Zhu Peng's house under the steps of the door with a walking stick, on the other side opposite to Weiqi.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Constantine?"

"……I'm."

"My dear Brudin Canol, is it convenient for me to go in for a cup of tea?" The fat middle-aged man took off his hat and looked very polite, but Vicki jumped over to Zhu Peng, this clever young man. He whispered in the ear of the middle-aged man: "Sir, Brudin Canol is a big business owner, a big mine owner, a railroad tycoon, and a super rich man."

"..."

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"The farm on the map is the property of the Kanor family. Although it is now the least profitable part of my property, the family's inherent assets must never be discarded. However, some strange things have happened there recently. Before I came to find you, I also sent a few teams of mercenaries over, but they brought me the best result. They were just a madman who escaped... A week ago, I saw the newspaper and then I felt You may be in the wrong direction. Would you like to solve the problem for me, Mr. Constantine?"

"Of course, I am a businessman. I know that everything comes at a price, and my reward is absolutely satisfactory to you." With that, Brudin Carnol took out a checkbook from his arms and wrote on it. A row of numbers was then torn off and pushed to Constantine, that is, in front of Zhu Peng.

"Wow...Oh my god, sir, we, we." The young Weiqi standing next to Zhu Peng saw a string of zeros on the check, and his whole body was not good. He was a little gibberish. I wanted to get the check, but Brudin Canol, a fat businessman, held the check, his eyes kept on the middle-aged man across the table.

And Zhu Peng’s gaze also scanned Brudin Canor’s body up and down. The gaze was not sharp or terrifying, but it made Brudin Canor, who was in the shopping mall, only feel that it was all over the body. Han, as if sitting in front of each other without a piece of it, this is a feeling he has not had in decades.

"Sorry, I will not accept the task of concealing the content. Take the check back. There are many demon hunters who don't mind in this city waiting for you to hire." Turning to stand, Zhu Peng took it out of the trench coat. I took a cigarette and took a deep breath after lighting it. For Konstantin Chino's body, this was indeed a very effective medicine, which refreshed his spirit.

"What do you want to know? I just want to take back my manor."

"I want to know what you have concealed, in your opinion, it may only be a little bit of personal privacy, but a little bit of your privacy may have killed us during the mission. If you think you can't tell, the door is there." As soon as he pointed out the cigarette with his finger, Zhu Peng took a deep breath, and then he suddenly turned the glass next to his hand to catch a spider crawling on the table.

Then, he threw half of the cigarette into the empty glass, watching the spider in the glass struggle with the diffuse nicotine, stumble, and then a little bit near death.

Brutin Canol turned and left with anger implied in his expression. In Vicki’s painful expression, Zhu Peng watched quietly the extinguishing fireworks in the glass. It was at this time that Brudin Canol again He walked back sadly.

"Mr. Constantine, you won." Pulling the chair away, Brudin Canol sat down again, and he said what he had hidden.

"Actually, I don't mind what happened to that farm. The only thing I care about is whether my only brother Sivar is still alive in a nursing home deep in the farm. I... I was in order to inherit the Kanor family when I was young. His industry did bad things to him. I suddenly lost all his information two months ago. Constantine, I hired you to bring him out. If my brother is dead, I too To see his body, I..." At this point, Bruding suddenly froze. He turned his head to look at the unreliable taxi driver Vicki, his expression showed obvious distrust.

"Don't worry, since I dared to let him listen, naturally I have enough certainty that he can't say it at all." When Zhu Peng said these words, Wei Wei's little face turned pale, after all, Zhu Peng These words, no matter how they sound like a posture of "killing people".

And Bruding seemed to understand it this way, he pondered for a moment, and then continued:

"The reason why I am so cautious is that it is related to my life's career. After so many years of hard work, the family industry has grown dozens of times in my hands. I... my doctor told me that I had a terminal illness. I can live for less than two months at most. I have no heirs. I want Sivar to inherit everything from me. I don't want to get rid of the relatives and nephews in the family who have nothing to do with me."

"..." Zhu Peng quietly listened to every word that Brudin Canol said, his eyes were always fixed on the fat man in front of him, and he closed his eyes and started to ponder after the other party had finished speaking.

"Understood, we will take over the task this time. However, please add a zero to the end of the check. It is related to the big case of your heir to the estate. Just the amount just now is nothing to you and your huge business. Respect." Zhu Peng said as he opened his eyes.

"If Mr. Constantine has always respected others in this way, I hope you don't have to respect me." Although somewhat aggrieved, but for Brudin Canol, whose money is almost just a number, the other party said The stronger the gains, the more unfathomable they are, and the more at ease he will be. For the rich, it is really normal to spend money to rest assured.

After Zhu Peng sent the gold master away, he received the already signed check into the trench coat. Although the full amount can only be withdrawn after the task is completed, it is only the deposit that can be paid now, which is already generous enough. .

"Oh my God, Mr. Constantine, can you see through the hearts of the people? How could you know that Mr. Bruding concealed the content of the mission?" At this moment, the young Vichy's adoration of Zhu Peng has reached the point where it cannot be added.

"Don't be stupid, how can I see through people's hearts, it's just that when people lie, or when they cover up, there are some subconscious little actions. If he doesn't say, I don't know what he is hiding."

"But, but you saw my father directly..." Weiqi was still helping Zhu Peng's brain fill, obviously unable to accept the fact that the idol was disillusioned.

"That's because you have leftover stomach medicine in your car, and it is obviously impossible to use it at your age. Vicki, don't understand others under the dominance of worship or fear, or certain emotions. That will only make you fall into a fascination Barrier.” After speaking, Zhu Peng walked up to the boy and drew a symbol on his forehead.

Vikki only felt a cold on his forehead, as if something had penetrated in.

"First... Sir, what did you do to me?"

"Secret spell, if you leak anything you just heard or saw, your male official will lose its function, okay?" Constantine himself can't drive, and the cars in this world are being constructed and driven. Shanghai is also completely different from the earth, not to mention that the earth's car Zhu Peng can't drive either, so it is necessary to hire the very clever Vitch.

He can overcome the discomfort and go to the edge of the city according to Zhu Peng's requirements and wait there for a long time. He can also complete many other instructions according to Zhu Peng's requirements.

...A broken world, a demon hunter walking in the center of light and darkness...

In the afternoon, we sent away temporarily, Zhu Peng used a breath of effort to be promoted to a senior wizard apprentice, while processing fresh ingredients to make a nutritious medicated diet for himself, while combing the magic system.

Zhu Peng canceled all other circuits in his own meditation system, and directly solidified a flame control: the burning hand. In other words, from now on, Zhu Peng's other spell abilities have been reduced, but the flame control ability has greatly increased. This is the course A practice chosen by many spy shadows in the training, through a certain field of specialization, in exchange for strength that does not meet their own level.

If you do this kind of thing in the main world itself, of course it is squandering your potential and cutting off the way forward, but in this descended world, there is no way forward in itself.

After curing his own meditation system, Zhu Peng closed his eyes slightly, connected to his original will that was wrapped in layers of source energy, and found the one of the purgatory dog ​​Arthurs among the several flashing light balls. When he opened his eyes again, the fierce fire of purgatory that a normal wizard apprentice could never control was already burning on his palm. A little fierce flirt with the beef, he was almost half-baked.

Throwing away the fierce fire, compared with the fierce fire of purgatory controlled by Arthurs, there is still a slight gap, but Zhu Peng is now a senior wizard apprentice. Rough and thick, otherwise the result is often an instant kill.

Zhu Peng’s own flame-controlled meditation circuit, in fact, the only function is to establish a connection channel with Arthurs, and the fiendish dog provides Zhu Peng with fierce fire. What it needs to pay most attention to is not to output power, but to maintain the channel. , Don't let the fierce fire explode the energy channel, and burn your own master.

咚咚咚!

There was a knock on the door outside the room. Zhu Peng turned off the stove and had to put down the half-finished soup and ran over to open the door in an apron.

(At this time, I felt that it was indeed necessary to find an assistant.) Through the door, I saw the beautiful female police officer Kidman in casual clothes, so Zhu Peng directly opened the door.

"Well, don't have to come over and give me a bonus in such a hurry. Although I am really in a hurry, I am sorry to trouble you to come over all night."

When he saw Constantine's apron, Kidman was indeed taken aback. However, the girl couldn't help laughing when listening to the other's ruffian's words.

"Bonus? Don't think about your bonus. It's good not to trouble you in the next round." With that, Kidman threw a newspaper to Zhu Peng.

During this period of time there have never been many newspapers about Constantine, but the one in front of us is completely different in concept. Most of the newspapers in the past week have praised Constantine for his bravery, or at least called him the Dark Knight. , A hero walking in the night.

However, the headline of the newspaper that Kidman threw out was "Hero? Maybe he is the next murderer!" The attached photo shows Zhu Peng and Kidman putting magic skins into the bag together.

"Because I believed your wrong reason, I have lost my job now. You are responsible for the rest of my life."

(Have the ability to take pictures of me, and still from this angle...) Zhu Peng's mind flashed back to scenes from a week ago. Of course, this is impossible for ordinary people, but it is already possible to deal with the potential of the brain. For a legendary wizard who has reached a certain level, it is not more difficult to do this than to remember what he ate at noon in the evening.

Originally, Zhu Peng didn't care much about this, but now it is obvious that some people are hostile to themselves and are harassing themselves. If they don't know who the other party is, and they fight back, they would be too forgiving.

The images in my mind swept across the police officers one by one, and finally stopped on a gentle-looking man with glasses... Brett!

"Wuwang disaster... he didn't notice me at all, but his gaze has been following you, so I was implicated in it." When he opened his eyes, his heart was already clear.

"What are you talking about?" Kidman asked unclearly.

"Did I say to stay for dinner at night? It caused you to lose your job, and by the way, check out the demon-killing equipment that was promised to you." With a harmless smile on his face, Zhu Peng leaned sideways in a pleased gesture and introduced the beautiful and beautiful girl After leaving the room, his eyes swept away at the moment the door was closed, and he caught a figure that was deliberately evasive among passers-by.

I can only say that I am a senior police officer. If you don't pay attention, Brett's ability to hide is almost hidden from Zhu Peng.

When the door was closed, a sneer was already blooming at the corner of Zhu Peng's lips.

"Well, the beef is very soft and the porridge is very flavorful...what is this dish? Chino, I have known you for so long, and I didn't know until today that you can cook and do so well."

"Everyone will have a little secret of their own. Once I wanted to be a good man at home. Who knew that I would go further and further on the road of a muscular man. Now it seems that I can't look back in this life." ~www.readwn.com~ Zhu Peng made a sad expression, then raised his wine glass to touch Kidman and drink.

At the same time, Senior Constable Brett, who was hiding in the corner of the street, gnawed a hard hamburger while curled up in the cold wind, watching through the shadows of the lamp that his favorite girl and an old man had a candlelight dinner. . Several times he wanted to take out the gun and rush in directly, but Brett still suppressed the emotion after all, but he was not reconciled when he left. Who knows if the old beast would do anything to the pure Kidman. What's worse?

Looking at the shivering man in the corner through the window, tasting the wine in the goblet, Kidman in front of him became more and more charming and beautiful, as pure as ice.

After eating a meal for about forty minutes, Zhu Peng and Kidman cleaned the table together, and then Zhu Peng took out a silver revolver from his room. When he was in his room, Zhu Peng’s palm Burning a ball of vigorous fierce fire, fine-tuned the internal structure of the gun through burning and tempering, and he also incorporated a few silver bullets into it, making the silver gun more and more shining.

Then, Zhu Peng walked back to the living room. Kidman was sitting sideways on a chair, looking over the street view below. After the wine and food, the girl seemed to be a little bit drunk and appeared reluctant to move.

"No, I'm the one who counts. This is a fine weapon carefully prepared for you. With it, like the bald butcher from a week ago, you can get a headshot with just six shots."

(If it stands there, just let you hit it.) Go to the table and pass the silver revolver.

"Except for being relatively new, how does it look so similar to your previous one?" Kidman took the pistol and asked with some confusion, but he still looked like he couldn't put it down.

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