My psychic ability is called begging for a hammer.

Ruan Wangshu , the name is not famous, but practicing Yu Zheng is one of the hottest female singers in China before the Earth went online, and is also famous abroad.

A minute ago, Tang Mo was speculating whether the leader of the Chosen Organization was one of the two players trying to clear the third floor of the Black Tower, and a minute later the Black Tower told him bluntly: My friend, you're thinking too much.

Contemplating for a moment, Tang Mo looked up to Fu Wen and said, "You didn't hear the Black Tower's announcement just now?"

Fu Wen nodded, "Yeah, I didn't hear anything."

Tang Mo : "Ruan Wangshu , Practice Yu Zheng. these two people cleared the Black Tower Level 2 Hard Mode at the same time, they should be in a team, and they played the Tower Attack game. The Black Tower informed us of this, but you didn't hear about it." Tang Mo took a stone and gently tapped it on the ground, he narrowed his eyes, "The only people who ...... could hear about this, are the Black Tower Tier 2 players?"

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo are Tier 2 Black Tower players, Fu Wen has only cleared Tier 1 Black Tower. If there is a difference between them, it is this.

Three months ago, when Tang Mo cleared the Black Tower's first level of Hard Mode, only Fu Wenduo heard the Black Tower notification, while Luofengcheng and the others were unaware of it. At the time, Fu Wenduo guessed that only players who had cleared the Tower Attack game would be able to hear the message, but now Tang Mo concludes, "The message of clearing the Hard Mode can only be heard by those who have cleared the corresponding level."

All three agreed on this.

Since the matter of challenging the third floor of the Black Tower had nothing to do with the mysterious and powerful Chosen Organization, the three of them didn't discuss the topic anymore.

Next, Fu Wenduo gives Tang Mo a more detailed account of the situation in Beijing today.

"Most of the players in Beijing are relatively independent and haven't established many organizations. One of the most powerful organizations is that stowaway organization, Heaven's Choice. When I left Beijing four months ago, no official players had joined them, and their members were all stowaways." Fu Wenduo whispered.

Hearing his words, Tang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Practicing Yu Zheng is an official player, not a stowaway."

As the words fell out of their mouths, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo glanced at each other, simultaneously understanding each other's meaning-

In these four months, the Chosen Organization has grown extremely fast. Perhaps it is no longer a mere stowaway organization.

In the darkness and silence of the underground parking lot, Tang Mo's three men used the rough map of Beijing drawn in gasoline to tentatively decide on the team's future plans. They don't intend to go head-to-head with the Chosen, Beijing is very big, and Fu Wenduo is back here to look for some new clues related to the Black Tower from within the country. Tang Mo, on the other hand, is looking for his friend.

After finalizing their plans for the next few days, the three of them simply rested, and early the next morning, they drove out of Handan.

The black jeep drove quickly on the highway, and the further north they traveled, the darker the sky became. When the three of them were about to arrive in Beijing, a thick black cloud spread over the sky, covering almost the entire sky. After entering the seventh ring road, the long-brewing rain finally poured down.

The rain clattered against the hood of the car, making a thumping sound of stones hitting the ground.

Fu Wenduo turned on the windshield wipers, but the rain poured down like a waterfall. The whole world was enveloped in a layer of thick rain and fog, with visibility of only a hundred meters. Fu Wenduo steered hard to the left, and the car drove sideways into a souvenir supermarket.

Fu Wenduo: "Take shelter from the rain first?"

With the current weather conditions really not suitable for driving into Beijing, Tang Mo nodded, "Well, let's wait for this rain to finish."

The trio stopped at the souvenir supermarket.

It was said to be a souvenir supermarket, but in fact all the food inside was looted. The empty counters were scattered with porcelain statues and jade that no one wanted. Compared to these expensive luxuries from before the earth came online, food and water were what people needed most.

After waiting for two hours, the rain gradually became smaller. Finally, the rain stopped, and the three of them got back in the car and drove to downtown Beijing.

After driving two blocks, Fu Wenduo pulled into a gas station. Tang Mo got out of the car and saw Fu Wenduo enter the station, looking for gasoline. In the corner of his eye, he sees an abandoned newsstand across the street and a row of small bungalows next to the newsstand.

Tang Mo raised his voice, "I'll go over and see if there's any food. We're running out of food, and maybe that newsstand has a more detailed map of Beijing."

Fu Wenduo had already walked into the gas station, at which he looked up and said through the glass, "Good."

Fu Wen sits in the back seat of the car and watches as Tang Mo walks out of the gas station, crosses the street, and walks into a small bungalow.

Tang Mo entered this house and searched carefully for a while, and as expected, just as he had guessed, there were some cookie snacks in the organizer in the bedroom. At this point in time, I'm afraid that food is no longer available in kiosks and supermarkets, but only in residential neighborhoods like this. Tang Mo searched every room and eventually found quite a lot of bread, cookies, and a piece of chocolate.

Tang Mo thought about it, put the chocolate in his pocket and walked out of the bungalow. Walking to the side of the road, he looked up and found that, in the distance, Fu Wenduo was still looking for gasoline, and Fu Wen Sheng also entered the gas station to help him look for barrels of gasoline. The two men went off somewhere.

Tang Mo carried the food across the street and walked to the abandoned newsstand. The sky was drizzling again.

Tang Mo's hair was soon wet from the rain, and he walked step by step towards the newsstand, trying to remember his best friend's home address in his head.

The time he came to Beijing before, the whole time he was led around the city by his best friend for a couple of days and didn't even memorize the address or the streets.

"I think there's a Walmart in front of his house? There's also a plaza nearby ...... " Tang Mo thought secretly.

For some reason, Tang Mo suddenly felt his body getting a little hot, and a wave of heat rushed straight to his body. Tang Mo's eyes became strange, and he inexplicably looked at a certain strange part of his body. There was still a flat area, nothing unusual.

...... What the hell!

Tang Mo coughed and tried to calm his mind, pressing down this unexplained evil fire. At this moment, his foot suddenly stepped into a puddle. Tang Mo froze and looked down to find that his shoes were completely wet. He frowned and was about to pull his foot out of the puddle when the next moment, his body froze violently.

Tang Mo quickly sidestepped as a small silver knife flew quickly past his eyes.

"Grass, how did he find out again. There's no time, kill him!"

Tang Mo's eyes widened, vaguely sensing a hint of something wrong.

However the other party didn't even give him time to think, whoosh!

Another knife came from behind. The sharp blade broke through the air and easily cut Tang Mo's eyelashes, he leaned back with one hand on the ground and fell backward in three moves, his back pressed against the newsstand, ready to counterattack. However, everything happened too fast. Right after the two small knives, a black shadow suddenly rushed up from behind him at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Tang Mo subconsciously wanted to open Little Yang San as a defense, but he reached for his waist and realized that he had left Little Yang San in the car.

...... Shit!

The black figure has rushed in front of him, and Tang Mo raises his hands to block his head as a ferocious fist smashes into his elbow.

Tang Mo stifled a grunt as his entire body was sent flying three meters. He raised his head and before he could see the enemy's appearance clearly, another silhouette sprang out from the back of the bungalow. A long, sharp knife slashed straight at Tang Mo's head, who flipped his hand and took out a large match. The head of the match hit the long black blade and a white mark was seen.

Tang Mo was startled in his mind and looked at the other party warily.

In the next moment, two more figures came out from the back of the bungalow at the same time. A total of four people, from four directions, all attacked Tang Mo. One of them raised his pistol, aimed at Tang Mo's brow, and fired a shot with a bang. The sound of the gunshot echoed in the open road, and in the gas station, Fu Wenduo immediately raised his head and looked into the distance.

Fu Wen sounded horrified, "What's going on!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Wenduo stomped his feet, and like a bolt of lightning, he already rushed out.

The strength of these four men was even stronger than Tang Mo had imagined. The middle-aged man at the head of the group was so strong that every punch he threw made a loud noise, forcing Tang Mo to dodge. Another man assists Tang Mo with his long knives, blocking his position again and again, forcing him into a dead end. Another used flying daggers to sneak in. Only one young, thin man hides carefully at a distance, firing cold shots from time to time.

Every move of the four of them is aimed at Tang Mo's dead center. It is as if they know Tang Mo's movements, and whenever Tang Mo finds a chance to counterattack, his opponent quickly dodges it.

The strong man at the head shouted, "Fu Wenduo is coming. Let's go stop him, Old Six, over to you!"

Hearing those words, Tang Mo's eyelids jumped. His brain worked quickly, and while the three men turned to meet Fu Wenduo, he moved his right hand, taking advantage of his opponent's distraction, a ball of blazing flame flew out of his palm and smashed into the closest man called Lao Liu. Who would have thought that the latter would have known what he was doing, twisting his head to avoid the blow, and at the same time kicking Tang Mo in the shoulder.

Tang Mo's entire body flew backwards and his back smashed against the wall of the newsstand.

The ugly looking Old Six looked at Tang Mo sarcastically as a wacky smile appeared on his ugly face. His companion directly dragged Fu Wenduo, who had rushed to his rescue, and Old Six didn't waste any time as he raised his long knife to attack Tang Mo while sneering, "What other backstops do you have!"

Tang Mo is stuck in a dead end and looks like he has no way out.

Old Six's knife was already about to slash down, only ten centimeters away from Tang Mo's head. However, at this moment, an icy voice rang in his ears. Lao Liu's body froze, his long knife stopped, and a coolness quickly crept up from his tailbone to his brain.

Tang Mo lies on the ground and hooks up the corners of his mouth, "Destroy you on behalf of the stars ......checkmate!"

Lao Liu's scalp suddenly went numb, and he shifted his line of sight downward to see that Tang Mo's hand suddenly had a silver-colored hand|gun in it at some point. The sound of the gun roared, the bullet had already been fired. Lao Liu's physical quality is excellent, even if the distance is so close he also sidestepped to avoid the bullet, but he never thought that the bullet actually grew eyes, turned a corner and shot again to his brow.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!"

Bang!

Fu Wenduo was fighting with the three men when he heard a gunshot and looked up just in time to see one of the men lean back and fall to the ground. On his forehead was a blackened gunshot hole, and his eyes were staring up at the sky, as if he couldn't understand how Tang Mo still had a backstroke. Blood quickly flowed all over the ground. Tang Mo got up from the ground and without resting, he turned his head and rushed up to help.

The middle-aged burly man cursed angrily, "What the fuck kind of psychic ability is this again!"

"There are only three last chances left!"

Tang Mo had by now rushed to the front of the trio, and Fu Wenduo saw him coming and kicked the burly man in the chest, sending him into Tang Mo's path. Tang Mo silently raises a large match, and the head of the match rubs violently against the ground, sending out a flash of sparks. But just as his match head is about to touch the strong man's body, time suddenly stops.

In the sky, the rain stopped in mid-air.

The air stood still, and the blood that flowed out of Old Six's forehead froze on the ground.

On the vast, deserted streets, everything came to a complete stop. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the world was frozen into a picture of rain-colored emptiness.

Three seconds later, Tang Mo emerged from the bungalow clutching a pile of snacks and cookies. He felt the chocolates in his pocket and decided to reward himself with one later, he hadn't had a sweet treat in a long time. Remembering that there was a twelve-year-old child in the car, Tang Mo thought for a moment and decided that if Fu Wen really wanted to eat it, he would give a third of it to the child.

While walking, Tang Mo recalled her friend's neighborhood address, "I think there's a Walmart in front of his house? There's also a plaza nearby ......"

Suddenly, Tang Mo's footsteps paused. He lowered his head with an odd expression and looked at his flat lower body. After a second, Tang Mo coughed and continued walking. His right foot stepped into a small puddle. Tang Mo frowned and was about to pull his foot out of the puddle, but the next moment, he stopped abruptly and turned sideways to avoid the puddle.

Bang!

A bullet grazed Tang Mo's cheek and went straight through the newsstand window.

"Old Six, Old Nine, just kill him!!!"