Nightmare Attack

Chapter 250 Icy
under night.

In an unremarkable black car on the street.

"Cha-"

A burst of flames lit up a face with a scar on the jaw.

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

The middle-aged man lit an old-fashioned long-handled match and lit the cigarette on his lips.

"hiss--"

Taking a deep breath of the cigarette between his fingers, the middle-aged man threw away the extinguished match, and the sound of violently burning tobacco became clearer and clearer in the small space.

He leaned back in the seat, alone in the car.

There is an old-fashioned black and white screen mobile phone in front of him.

After a cigarette, the middle-aged man took out a phone card from the inside pocket of his suit and inserted it into the phone in front of him.

After turning on the phone, a series of long-lost startup sounds came out.

There is no need to choose, open the address book, there is only one number in it.

The number lay there quietly, like an old man who had not seen him for many years and was dying.

Taking a deep breath, he dialed directly.

After a long wait, the phone finally got through.

"He agreed," the middle-aged man said without waiting for the other party to speak, "I have also contacted the people there, I believe that with them there, the lady will be fine."

"Hu-, hu--"

There were bursts of intense gasps from the other side of the phone, and the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and he could even feel the coldness brought by that breath.

"It's been a long time. No one like this has appeared," a human voice finally came from the opposite side, but the difference was that this voice was extremely cold, and it was also mixed with the sound of "sizzling" electricity.

It's like a mechanical system synthesis sound.

Plain, cold, without any emotion.

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied respectfully: "According to the information we got, Crimson is very interested in him, and has already tried to contact him in nightmares." He paused, "More than once."

"But please rest assured that we are well prepared this time."

"Gong Zhe." The other person said suddenly.

The middle-aged man's expression paused, and he subconsciously sat up straight, like a general who listened to the emperor's teachings before going out to battle.

The muscles of the upper body swelled slightly, stretching the suit taut.

He was far more troublesome than Jiang Cheng imagined.

"Keep an eye on this man," the cold voice continued, "at all costs, in any case, we can't let him be corrupted by the crimson, if necessary"

A few seconds later, the mechanically synthesized cold voice rose and fell for the first time, "You can give up Mengmeng."

Hearing that the pupils of the middle-aged man named Gong Zhe suddenly shrank, he subconsciously opened his mouth to say something, but the other side didn't give him a chance.

"We don't have time," the other party sighed, "and we can't afford such a loss."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, nodded after a while, "Understood." His voice was hoarse.

Without any farewell, the call ended.

After removing the calling card, the world of middle-aged people became quiet again.

He was sitting alone in the car, and many broken fragments filled with fire and blood poured out from the depths of his mind.

He was also one of the survivors of that incident, as was the man on the other end of the phone.

So...Only they know the horror of those guys they are going to face.

Raising his arm slowly, the delicate loose cuffs with golden stitches slid down his wrist, revealing a giant centipede-like scar that spread down his wrist.

The raised forearm muscles trembled slightly, and the centipede-like scar seemed to come alive.

Few people know his past, just like no one knows, his scar stretches from the wrist to the heart, almost cutting off his whole body.

"buzz"

"buzz"

What interrupted his thoughts was the vibrating sound of his mobile phone.

Of course it wasn't the black and white camera with the SIM card removed, but it was in his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone, and the number displayed on it slightly moved him.

As soon as he was connected, before he could speak, he heard a thunderous voice, "Uncle Gong, where is that little bastard?"

"Get away from me!"

This was also Xia Meng's voice, but it sounded a little distorted. It should not be speaking to herself, but to someone around her.

There were other people's voices vaguely.

The middle-aged man couldn't help smiling wryly. When he left, he deliberately locked Xia Meng in the car, and then ordered his subordinates to watch her, especially emphasizing not to let her out.

But judging from the results, this ghost girl still tricked her into opening the car door.

More likely, of course, is a threat.

After getting out of trouble, her first reaction must have been to seek revenge on this young man named Jiang Cheng.

The middle-aged man sighed.

"See if I didn't skin him today!" Xia Meng cursed viciously. Ever since she met this man named Jiang Cheng, she had been unlucky.

After being teased again and again, this Liangzi is considered dead.

"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man said with relief, "You just wait for me there, I'll go over right away, I have something to tell you."

After pondering for a moment, he added in a more serious voice: "This is not our territory, if you really cause any serious trouble"

"Snapped."

The other party hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man was holding the mobile phone, and he didn't make any calls. He was reluctant to put it down, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Finally, the unassuming black car pulled out and merged into the endless traffic with a kick of the accelerator.

Soon, the taillights were also out of sight.

"Doctor," the fat man sitting on the sofa, stretching his neck and staring at Jiang Cheng whispered, "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Cheng was about to step into a nightmare again, especially since he seemed to have to face the unknown Crimson. Every meal of the fat man was prepared for him as a doctor's last meal.

In the words of the fat man, it is to be prepared, and no one can lose to the doctor.

The doctor was not polite to him, and broke off one of the king crab's legs with a "click".

Then throw it to the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man picked up the crab legs in embarrassment, held them in his hands, refused to eat, but was not willing to put them down, "You eat first, I... I will eat later."

Jiang Cheng raised his head in doubt, with a shrimp in his mouth, he said vaguely, "Who told you to eat it?"

The fat man froze for a moment, then looked at the crab leg in his hand.

"I'll ask you to peel the shell for me," Jiang Cheng said with his usual ups and downs, poking his neck, "This way I can eat faster."

Fat man: "."

After the meal, the fat man simply cleaned up the tableware and the kitchen. He was really unable to cheer up the messy office.

After all, whether the doctor can come back alive is still unknown.

"Doctor," the fat man asked while shaking the water in his hand, "Did that person contact you?"

　This chapter is to make up for yesterday. I was sleepy yesterday and wanted to squint for a while, but I opened my eyes, you know.

Open a new copy today, or the third update
　
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