Nightmare Attack

Most of the people in the conference room had already left.

Sitting on the long sofa on one side was a man in his early 50s.

The man looked haggard.

But this doesn't matter to the people around me at all.

"Calling you here rashly is purely an act of desperation." The man smiled bitterly. He was the person who presided over the meeting and was now the minister of the Night Watch Executive Department. "Although I am a minister in name only, all decisions require elders. will pass."

Picking up the tea cup in front of him, Gong Zhe took a sip of water and said, "Even if you don't inform me, as long as I know, I will definitely come."

"Only you can deal with those old guys." The man leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand. "But speaking of which, when I see them, they sometimes do it when I go home at night. It’s a nightmare, some of them have lived to be three times my age, and they are still alive.” He paused for a long time, and his tone suddenly became serious, “It’s like they crawled out of hell.”

"We are all the same." Gong Zhe said calmly: "We will not die of old age, we will only be eroded by the curse and turn into the guys we hate the most."

"As you just said, if you want to kill the devil, you must first become a devil."

The man breathed out and looked at Gong Zhe with serious eyes. They had known each other for a long time and were considered to be one of the few good friends among the night watchmen. "It would be great if you hadn't left. This position should be yours." He said in a full tone Feeling.

"That incident 20 years ago"

"Stop talking." Gong Zhe interrupted him immediately, with a trace of displeasure on his face.

The man reacted. He had just fallen into reminiscing about the past and couldn't get out of it for a while. Only now did he realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

Mentioned the sadness of an old friend in front of me.

"By the way." The man changed the subject, "How are you going to explain to the Xia family about your permission to use the ring this time, Xia Yuan?"

Hearing this, Gong Zhe turned his head and looked at the man with a strange look in his eyes, making the latter unable to guess him. "No need to explain." He said, "This is the Xia family's decision."

"But it's not Xia Yuan, it's Miss Xia, what Xia Meng meant." Seemingly recalling the girl's instructions when she handed him the ring, Gong Zhe slowly straightened up with a solemn expression, "She said she would never allow this resolution to be implemented. , If that’s the case, what’s the difference between us and Crimson?”

"We will never turn our backs on those companions who shed their blood for us. This is non-negotiable."

"What if this resolution is passed?" the man asked. After all, the Xia family only had one vote, and even if he was added, there were only two votes.

There is absolutely no ability to seal the victory.

Variations are likely to occur.

What happens when variables appear?

The man was suddenly very curious about this question, just like he was about the unruly girl in his impression. The last time he saw her was 10 years ago.

He instinctively felt that some unexpected answer was waiting for him.

Hearing this, the man named Gong Zhe suddenly smiled. He slowly put down the water glass, then looked into his old friend's eyes. After a while, he suddenly said: "Then we may have to consider new allies."

The man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes began to change slowly, and finally there was even a hint of coldness.

It was late at night, and the rain was still pouring outside.

Gong Zhe walked to the open-air parking lot holding a black umbrella alone.

There was a black car parked in a remote location above.

It's not a luxury car.

The appearance is very low-key.

But the performance is quite powerful, and the money spent on modifications should not only buy a brand new luxury car, he is used to walking towards the co-pilot.

The driver is waiting for him in the car.

After opening the door, he glanced at the driver, then moved his gaze back to the rearview mirror.

The driver raised his head, facing forward, and didn't move at all.

The eyes are closed.

A figure slowly sat up on the back seat.

It was a young man wearing a long black windbreaker. He was soaked to the skin, and water was still dripping from the hem of the windbreaker.

This is the windbreaker of the Night Watchman, but it looks a little embarrassed at the moment.

The scattered hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his face, slightly blocking the young man's eyes.

But what is more eye-catching than these is the young man's resolute face and the sharp eyebrows at the corners of his eyes.

"How is it?" the young man said, his tone was suppressed, as if he wanted to know something.

"嚓——"

A ball of flame erupted from the passenger seat, illuminating a face with a scar on its lower jaw.

The three-dimensional facial features are as sharp as a knife and an axe, especially the pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, which are as sharp as a knife aimed at the center of the eyebrows.

Gong Zhe lit an old-fashioned long-handled match and lit the cigarette on his lips.

After taking a deep breath from the cigarette between his fingers, he threw away the extinguished match. The sound of the violent burning tobacco became increasingly clear in the small space.

Seeing Gong Zhe like this, although the young man was full of anxiety, he stopped urging him.

He knew that the other party was not a person who kept his word.

If I agree to his request, his reward will definitely satisfy me.

"Has anyone been caught?" Gong Zhe asked.

"Caught him." An Xuan replied, "I intercepted him on the road you mentioned. There was no conflict. According to what you said, he was not harmed in any way."

"Did anyone see it?"

"No, it's raining heavily. The rain curtain covers everything, including sound and sight." After a moment, An Xuan continued to ask: "Where is the thing I want?"

His voice was low, almost like a growl.

"The team sent to snipe No. 4 has been eliminated. There is only one survivor, named Wan Yuan Ning, Class A. The number has been erased from the files by the Executive Department."

"By the way, she's not dead. Crimson didn't kill her, but took her out the door."

"Take him out." An Xuan frowned and asked, "Where's No. 4? How is he?"

"Wan Yuan Ning was severely injured after being forcibly released from the ban. The door in her body was almost destroyed, and she only had half a life left."

Having said this, Gong Zhe looked at An Xuan in the back row with interest, and he smelled a familiar smell from this young man.

An Xuan subconsciously pulled down the sleeves of his windbreaker to cover his hands.

"Unless absolutely necessary, I suggest you not to forcefully open the door on your body. It comes from the devil's power, and you have to pay a price after borrowing it."

An Xuan's expression changed as he was touched.

"Don't be nervous." Gong Zhe put down the car window, stretched out his hand out of the window, and lit the cigarette butt. "I'm not interested in the door in your body, otherwise you wouldn't be alive now."

An Xuan knew that what the other party said was true, so he simply let go, "There's something about you that attracts me." He paused and said truthfully: "I'm talking about the door on your body. "