Looking at these freelance gang members, Roald showed a kind smile on his face.

"See it, so what?"

“???”

Several gang members were stunned.

The gang leader who was untiing his belt was stunned.

The victim was also stunned.

But she was not panicked. She slightly adjusted her expression, stroked her clothes, and then turned back to a fearful look.

Is this difficult to answer?

What's wrong?

Can't you see it?

This cool-dressed lady is about to be broadcast live. Just like a weekly adult reading, it makes people jealous. What about the American humanitarian spirit in you?

At this time, we shouldn't shout like a blind young man: "Hey, man, let that lady go, let us come together?"

Your answer now does not fit the clothes and image of a good person when you look at it.

"You keep going, don't worry about me." Roald walked aside after saying that, as if he was standing aside and observing quietly as he said.

Looking at the Russian woman who looked like the victim, Roald felt that she was completely unattractive to herself.

Who likes Natasha, a serious person?

Roald felt that he was a serious person.

This Miss Natasha Normanov is not within his taste.

Even if he doesn't need to take action, these little gangsters are not Natasha's enemies.

In all senses.

"Stop!" Roald's attitude made the gang leader unable to bear it. He drew a cross on his chest and shouted, "Man, for God's sake, robbery!"

"Aren't you already robbing? Didn't God tell the believers to be content and happy? If you have short of money, you can ask this lady to pay the ransom, and then leave a contact information for each other so that it can continue to develop. Now this method is very rough and has no pattern!"

The gang leader paused.

I am a gang member, and I chose this path because I was unwilling to learn. Do you tell me about the pattern?

If my academic performance is good, I will do this?

He felt that he was being despised and insulted. When he was angry, he took out his pistol and pointed it at Roald: "Damn it, I said, take out the money."

Of course you have to grab the money when you see it!

This is the awareness that a Manhattan gang member should have.

Never do not do anything because of small evil, never rob it because of little money, every piece of wealth is valuable.

Gang members also have a hard time, especially their small gangs living in the lower level of Hell Kitchen.

"Sir! As long as you are willing to help, you will thank you very much afterwards." Seeing Roald unmoved, Natasha suddenly shouted to him.

She originally wanted to do a task today to adjust her rest time, but she didn't expect to find something interesting.

The expression and movements of the man in front of him seemed fearless. As an agent's suspicious instinct, her sensitive nerves made her interested in exploring Roald's identity, thinking that he was very difficult.

This intuition saved her many times and helped her complete many tasks.

Natasha trusts her intuition very much.

Roald looked at her.

“How heavy is it?”

The gang members stopped hearing this, and so did Natasha, but she heard the subtle meaning in the other party's tone, and her face gradually became cold.

Seeing that the few people were not talking, Roald spread his hands and looked at Natasha, waiting for Zazaira to set up spiders in secret. Although he didn't know what role-playing game she was playing, he didn't want to have an intersection with Natasha.

"Do you think I am a person who is short of money? This lady, why don't you give me the money thanks to these free people who are ready to applaud you and let them let you go? Why do you care about the way you spend it? Your money is given to them, and it is just a different way to be with you. You just treat it as a benefit for these freelancers, and then you are busy with yours, I see mine, how about it?"

"Boss, what he said makes sense." The gang members turned their eyes to their boss again, and also looked at Natasha, with the meaning in their eyes being very obvious.

There is nothing better than having to earn money without killing people.

Although they are gang members, they do everything evil and have no bottom line, it is still very troublesome to find out about murder.

The gang boss with tattoos on his face furious: "Damn it! I'm angry. Today I not only want to rob money, but also lust! Even if I give money, this lady and you won't think about leaving today!"

After saying that, he licked his pistol.

The surrounding gangs all took a step back.

"I'll be angry if you say this!" The expression on Roald's face was very calm.

He stood there, and the light around him seemed to be absorbed by him. The space behind him was dark, as if something was tearing open the curtain and was about to climb out.

"Hey, man, you... look, why don't I be kind today... Oh no; I'll let you go for God's sake?"

The gang leader swallowed, and he noticed something was slightly wrong around him.

This is the keenest feedback from a small person's will to survive.

"Zhazaira, block the sight around you, pay attention to the cute little things that can monitor the environment, and be polite to your prey, make their experience of death feel at home, and fall in love with it even if you die."

Roald, who was blocking tightly, said something that made the few people sound strange, and the chill around him immediately covered the alley with frost.

"Of course, my master, politeness is always useful, and elegance is never out of time. The spider demon Zazaira always serves you."

"laugh--"

As the words fell, accompanied by a light sound, white mist splashed with frost, and spider webs were all laid around the alley. The air seemed to have been cut into a gap, and white frost breath gushed out of the gap, and the noise around seemed to be still at this moment.

The misty white air was shrouded in the alley like fog. As the fog slowly dissipated, several people could vaguely see a huge spider emerging behind Roald in the white fog.

"Hello, preys trapped in spider webs!"

Zazaira's voice was sharp, like a file scratching the glass, making the heart tremble constantly.

Natasha frowned, bit the signal transmitter hidden in her mouth, rubbed her earrings, opened the miniature photography, and secretly alerted to find a way out.

Things today did exceed her expectations.

But she is still very confident at this moment.

The spider-human monster in front of her was tall, eight sharp amputations cut through the hard concrete floor and ditched out, and purple energy flowed between her hands. Even if she did nothing, she exuded a strong sense of oppression just by standing there.

I thought this monster was at most a mutant or biochemical monster, but the purple rippling in the other party's hands made Natasha feel that the big spider in front of me was definitely not the same thing as the world.

What kind of monster is this, what is the identity of the person in front of you, and what purpose are they?

Also; is this alien invasion of the earth?

Looking at the giant in front of her, Natasha was really nervous. She did not carry a gun on her mission today, and she seemed to have no effect on the things with a gadget from the self-defense body, but the signal had been sent out, and she believed that rescue would arrive soon.

As an elite agent, she was brainstorming while paying attention to the form and thinking about the next decision. She has gone through so many times in life and death. Her long career as a agent has already made these things her instinct.

And those gang members, looking at the huge figure slowly appearing in the white mist, were so surprised that they even forgot to breathe.

"oh shit, what the hell is this?"

Before several people could shoot, the bone spurs that appeared in Zazaira's hands flew out and directly penetrated the bodies of several unlucky guys. Their penetrated parts turned out of their flesh and blood, and some even knelt on the ground with their wounds:

"Ah! I'm dead! I can't do it!"

“I’m blood flowing all over the ground, I’m going to see God!

"Mother!"

The noise came to an abrupt end under the purple magic power of Zazaira, and the screams and howls became the last aftertaste of several gang members.

In the blink of an eye, five or six gang members had already been pulled out by Zazaira and converted into six points of energy. Roald made his first pot of gold from these gang members.

Natasha had seen big scenes, and the wailings of several gangsters did not cause her emotions to fluctuate. Although the timing was very accurate, she was pulled back by the spider silk of Zazai without any resistance. She then shook her out with a scream at the undead. Natasha's eyes rolled softly and fell to the ground.

Roald didn't want to be while it was hot. He had more important things to do. Today he met Natasha, which was a surprise.

After looking at the accumulated deck in his hand, Roald drew one.

【Infect】

【Feature: At the end of your turn, gain control of the target object.】

【Description: Yours are mine, mine is mine. If the great Lich King gets angry, you must not let you have a good time; Humph!】

After reading the description, Roald decisively used the [Infection] card against Natasha.

The living Natasha seems to be more useful. Although he can equip the Frost Sad Card now, it seems good to use other cards to insert a glance in the opponent's base camp first.

There is nothing more flavorful than inserting eyes into the other party’s base.

More importantly, Zazaira has promised that her spider silk bondage has been trained by Ice Crown Fortress and is very professional.
Chapter completed!