Assassin Simulator: I Deduced The Accidental Formula!

With the constant change of the scenery outside the car window, finally Li Mo was on the other side of the road and the old scavenger who seemed to be trembling all over, playing a parallel line in an instant.

"Yan Guozhang's acting is quite attentive, but it's a pity it's useless."

After this merciless ridicule in his heart, his eyes shrank suddenly, his mental power was mobilized, and he activated his special ability.

【Spiritual transmission!】

An inexplicable ability poured out towards the old man!

Then Li Mo, who was sitting in the car, heard a reminder in his heart.

[Please kill the designated target within 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds: Yan Guozhang]

At this time, Yan Guozhang Yuan 323 was facing the early morning sun, and he was a little excited, feeling that he did have a chance to survive.

When he was sighing at the ingeniousness of his plan and the vigorous confidence in his heart, something suddenly happened that made him feel supernatural and unbelievable.

A strange-looking voice sounded in his heart.

"The game is over, Mr. Yan Guozhang.

"You think your explosives are meaningful, but I'm telling you, they have no chance of being detonated at all.

"Perhaps you think you've successfully tricked the Homeland Security guys."

"However, it may not be the case for me. I will give you an interesting and novel experience."

"You may be screaming for a while."

"Don't let the various torture tools I prepared for you die before you run out. 99

The abrupt end of the pronunciation may be a little long.

But this was deliberately done by Li Mo. Because of the short sentence, he would be afraid that Yan Guozhang would force him to convince him that it was just an illusion, so he deliberately finished the paragraph in a slow tone.

The effect of doing so is naturally excellent.

At this moment, Yan Guozhang had goosebumps all over his body.

Because he was very sure that he had absolutely no hallucinations or anything like that.

If it is so long, if I can listen to the messenger, (ccfe) then I don't have to run away, it's just a serious brain problem, and I can wait to die.

The food that I ate the night before can be guaranteed to be clean, and now it can only be interpreted as the ghost of the death artist.

And although this is in line with himself, the other party will definitely make a guess, but Yan Guozhang never expected it to be in this form.

"Is this really supernatural???"

This one was really panicked. He remembered why his son Yan Zhihui was so panicked when he came back to him from the car that time. Of course, this is not the point, but more important.

Song Haoming.

He finally understood how this former son of the Song family died.

The reason why he would make that kind of weird expression and say that kind of weird painting before dying is because the death artist has super power to manipulate it behind his back.

Or maybe it can be explained by technology, but it is undoubtedly a strange force so powerful that even the domestic government cannot control it.

"Do I still have time to run?"

"Isn't it possible to close your eyes and wait for the existence of death, whether it is a supernatural being or an organization with powerful technology, I can't handle it."

At this time, the old man was already in despair, but he still had the last bit of anger to support himself.