The long and wide hearse stopped in front of the narrow door.

A young staff member wearing a funeral parlor uniform jumped out of the car, glanced at the people guarding the door, and then at the well-organized bloody corpse in front of them.

"Is it this one?"

He looked at the people in front of him, glanced at the iron mask on the corpse, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Do you need any burial services?"

Both Yin Xiya and Si Enji were stunned by this question.

Yin Xiya's eyes fell on the iron mask that had never been removed from the corpse.

She has never seen Nighthawk's true appearance, but Nighthawk claimed that he was disfigured by a disaster when he was a child, so he had to wear this mask.

After a brief hesitation, she slowly reached out and lifted off the mask.

A ferocious face with almost indistinguishable facial features appeared in front of her.

Even the well-informed Yin Xiya was slightly startled when he saw this face.

"It seems that it was attacked by some kind of alien beast or similar monster." Si Enji looked at the wounds covering his face. "These are all tiny bite wounds that have healed and grown."

appearance."

monster······

Yin Xiya was stunned. At this moment, she suddenly understood why Nighthawk had always been so firm and why she was so persistent in investigating and trying to solve the pollution monster.

Then, she suddenly remembered that Nighthawk had never mentioned her relatives.

Even after his death, no relatives came to look for his belongings.

Perhaps, in that 'disaster' that forced him to wear an iron mask for the rest of his life, he lost more than just his appearance.

He may have been alone.

Yin Xiya paused for a moment and looked up at the funeral home staff who were also a little surprised, "How good can this make-up can be?"

The young staff member was stunned. He wanted to refuse subconsciously, because this was beyond the scope of burial makeup.

At this time, his eyes once again glanced at Nighthawk's blood-stained clothes and the iron mask in Yin Xiya's hand. Finally, he thought for a moment and said, "I know a very powerful embalmer. Maybe I can ask her for help."

, but it’s a bit troublesome to find her, and her fees are very high.”

"Can you restore what he should look like?"

Yin Xiya thought for a moment and asked slowly.

"It should be possible...but I haven't tried this kind..."

The staff member glanced at the mask, then at Nighthawk's cheek, and answered slowly.

"I'll pay for your labor and burial expenses," Yin Xiya sighed and put the mask back on her face, "Please do your best."

"There is no need for labor fees," the staff member shook his head, "but the funeral expenses are probably indispensable."

Hearing this, Yin Xiya was stunned for a moment, and then she suddenly realized that the staff member in front of her seemed to be focusing too much on the iron mask. She asked softly, "Do you know this iron mask?"

"do not know,"

The staff member shook his head, "But there is a legend about the 'Iron Mask Hero' in several blocks near us. It is said that he often saves people from monsters and often helps poor people. I once went back to my hometown and my mother once said that she too

I was saved by this iron-masked hero."

"I see."

Yin Xiya understood.

The pollution cleanup department usually signs confidentiality agreements with people who are attacked by pollution monsters, otherwise it will not sell them breathing spray, but this does not completely restrict the information. Many people cannot bear the loneliness and will tell them in the form of urban ghost stories.

Spread the existence of pollution monsters.

In this regard, the Pollution Cleanup Department mostly turns a blind eye.

The pollution monsters in St. John City are so dense. There may be many people in this city who have been blessed by the Nighthawk.

While Yin Xiya was thinking briefly, the staff of the funeral home had already put Nighthawk's body into the car.

She watched the taillights of the car disappear into the night and sighed softly, "He has saved many people, but in the end he could only end up like this."

"It's not like people leave traces when they walk,"

After hearing this, Si Enji was silent for a moment and then said, "Like a fire lit at night, it may be quickly blown out by the wind, but there are always people who have been illuminated by it."

The silent night wind blew through the road, as if blowing through the flickering firelight in the city, and the two of them were speechless for a moment.

"What are the arrangements next?"

After a long time, Yin Xiya straightened up and looked at Si Enji, "Where is Mr. Xituo going? Isn't he coming?"

He Ao only sent her a message and did not give her exact words.

Then as soon as Yin Xiya arrived, Si Enji blocked all her words with the information about Nighthawk. It was only at this moment that she calmed down slightly and showed doubts.

"He went to a banquet," Si Enji looked at her and said slowly, "People from the Pollution Cleanup Department should be looking for you everywhere now. Nancheng is chaotic and this place is remote. It is safe here for the time being."

Having said this, he paused, raised his bracelet and operated it. The garage door next to him slowly opened, "I would like to trouble you to take care of Jia Qian."

"Where are you going?"

Yin Xiya was a little confused.

"Go to the mayor's palace and visit old friends."

Si Enji quickly replied.

"Are you going to see the mayor?"

Yin Xiya was slightly startled. Although she had only been in St. John City for a short time, she still knew some 'common sense' about St. John City. "That lackey of the KJET Group?"

"No, he's not loyal to anyone,"

Si Enzi looked at the off-road vehicle that drove out of the garage on its own and seemed to recall something from the past, "He is just a lackey of power."

——

Buzz——

The sharp sword sound shook He Ao's eardrums.

A soft sword that almost completely blended into the night was suddenly pulled out from under the table by Driss. The sword moved and slashed towards He Ao's neck.

And with the sound of the soft sword surging in the wind, Derris's sharp aura, as if coming out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, also pressed towards He Ao.

This old man who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had been a mercenary in his youth did not hesitate to take action.

One second the two of them were chatting and laughing, as if they were old friends for many years, and the next second they were fighting each other, striking the vital point.

Derris's move was extremely fast, with almost no hesitation, and was extremely powerful. When the tip of the soft sword rippled, there was a shallow sonic boom, but the sonic boom was not synchronized with the sword body.

It is right behind the sword body.

Even though he knew in his heart that He Ao was only a C-level, Driss didn't hold back at all with this move, and rowed towards He Ao with all his strength.

An ordinary C-level person would not even be able to catch the movement of Derris's sword, and his head would be missing.

Qiang——

Almost the moment Derris drew his sword, He Ao activated his super memory, suddenly raised his hand, and the handle of the butterfly knife that had not yet been unfolded hit the soft blade, making a crisp impact.

But He Ao's movements did not stop because of this. Instead, he let the handle of the knife scrape the blade, leaned back, and let Derris's sword blade pass along the top of his face.

At the same time, he held the crank handle of the crutch with his other hand. He suddenly raised the silver crutch and thrust it upward. He held the sharp awl in the hand beside him, preparing to sneak attack from top to bottom to pierce the throat of his staff.

The two of them went back and forth in the blink of an eye.

The blade of the soft sword passed in front of He Ao, and He Ao also blocked Derris' attack, and neither party was injured.

Only the staff member who was attacking was stabbed to death.

He Ao pulled down and pulled out the crutch. With the blood splashing, he sat upright again, "Old brother, your subordinates seem to be a little too anxious."

Although Driss tried his best just now, he was more probing than attacking. If he succeeded, he would be able to kill He Ao with one move. If he failed, he would try He Ao's quality.

Regardless of success or failure, this is not the time for Derris's subordinates to make a sneak attack, because it is easy for He Ao to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

Even if this staff member has already entered C-level for the first time, his strength cannot be underestimated.

"His actions were not part of my plans,"

Driss held his sword in front of him, swinging slightly. He actually had the upper hand in the previous test. He Ao did not directly block his attack, but found a way to dodge it.

Originally, this was a tactical victory that would help him accumulate a starting momentum in the next battle, but the sudden death of this 'teammate' completely reversed the positions of both parties, making He Ao, who was originally at the disadvantage, lose his momentum.

Because he kills people with blood, he has come from behind.

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Judging from Driss's performance, it seems that he did not expect that his pig teammate would come up for a 'sneak attack' at this time.

The C-level staff member probably listened to the conversation between the two and thought that Ho Ao was a C-level, so he came to Driss specifically to help and take credit.

It's just that I didn't help, and it also hindered me.

Driss may have a sneak attack plan, but it's obviously not now.
To be continued...