Chapter 401 farce?
In the sound of slapping that ignited the atmosphere of the gladiatorial arena, the nobleman's cough was completely drowned out, and no one heard it except for his companions around him.
But the movement of him falling to the ground, his flushed face, his distorted expression in pain, his eyes that were about to bulge, his body bending with all his might, and the water cup that had broken into pieces from his palm in advance all made everyone in the box unable to ignore.
At this moment, Long Yuehong seemed to see a tragedy, a tragedy of rapid death due to trivial matters and accidents.
This cast a shadow over the hearts of all witnesses.
Jiang Baimian subconsciously wanted to go for first aid, but as soon as her buttocks came off the chair, she paused abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, she held Shang Jianyao's arm and signaled him not to worry.
Meanwhile, she set her sights on the bay where General Phocas was.
The lion-like general looked at the nobleman who had entered a state of suffocation, not in a hurry, not panicked, not impulsive, just watching quietly, as if he was enjoying a drama.
After a few seconds, he seemed to figure out what was going on, and said to the guard beside him:
"Look outside."
He had no intention of sending his more experienced first aid subordinates to rescue the nobleman.
The rest of the nobles in the box, due to their distance, either watched with confusion, or led their servants to help.
One of the two major targets of the "Old Tune Group", Ore's grandson Marcus and the nobleman were not too familiar, so he just pulled his eyes back from the gladiatorial arena and glanced at the other party whose face was starting to turn blue.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
But this smile didn't seem to be directed at the unlucky nobleman who choked himself to death.
Jiang Baimian retracted his gaze suspiciously, and like Shang Jianyao, he followed the line of sight of General Fokas' guards and looked around the noble box.
The gladiatorial arena situation that had been observed before came into their eyes again:
The audience seats surround the venue below, stacked layer by layer, with different aisles set aside in different rows, and except for the aristocratic box, the rest of the seats are open-air with special handrails for slapping.
In each area, there is a sign erected, and at the top of the sign is a huge mirror that can shine on people.
So many mirrors reflect the sunlight and complement the bulletproof curtain wall of the aristocratic box.
Jiang Baimian didn't know if this was the folklore of the "First City", after all, she had never heard of it before.
In a blink of an eye, she and Shang Jianyao saw several security personnel walking from the entrance to the aisle, as if they wanted to maintain order in this overly enthusiastic atmosphere.
They quickly walked to a place more than 20 meters away from the aristocratic box and motioned for an audience member to follow them.
"Why?" The audience asked loudly.
He looks like an ice man, or a Yarkai from the Red River race, with a height of over 1.9 meters, blond hair and blue eyes, burly and strong.
At this time, he looked angry.
The leader of the security personnel said coldly:
"This is our power, and we need your help in investigating a case.
"Don't worry, it won't delay you watching the game, if you have no problems."
As he spoke, he and his subordinates raised the submachine guns in their hands.
The audience muttered:
"You'd better find out something."
He no longer resisted, left his seat, and walked slowly down the aisle.
Seeing the security personnel gathering around, he suddenly spread his legs and ran outside.
There was no sign of this.
The security personnel were caught off guard and rushed over by him, so they had to turn around quickly and try to catch up.
But in the process of turning around, the whole person seemed to degenerate into a child who had just learned to walk, unable to grasp that balance.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
This security officer fell on the steps of the corridor without confrontation or interference, and his eyes were covered with gold stars.
If it weren't for their submachine guns carrying on their bodies, they would definitely lose their weapons in this fall.
"Awakened One"...... The nobleman just now choked to death and was close to death, and he did the same? This distance should still be at the level of the "Sea of Origin"...... How did they target the murderer? Jiang Baimian's heart moved, he turned around and glanced at the victim again.
The nobleman fell to the ground, surrounded by several companions, and was receiving first aid from another nobleman.
Around him, the spilled water soaked the floor, supporting the pieces of white cups.
Jiang Baimian quickly turned his gaze to the awakened person who had fled the road.
This guy's body was very strong and extremely fast, and in two or three minutes he distanced himself from the security personnel and went straight to the exit.
In the process, he deliberately used other spectators to cover his body to avoid being shot from a distance and surroundings.
The gunman in the distance was naturally other security personnel, and the surrounding audience was certain audiences.
You must know that the citizens of the "First City" have always been full of martial virtue, and it is common for them to draw their guns when encountering similar things.
Bang, bang, amidst the sporadic gunshots, the tall, strong, blonde man was already approaching the exit, and there were several security personnel there.
He was not afraid and rushed over with a confident face.
At this moment, his feet suddenly staggered.
Pong!
He fell heavily on flat ground without any obstacles.
In Jiang Baimian's eyes, his legs were so stiff at this moment, as if he had been injected with lead and no longer belonged to him.
"Lack of movement in both legs?" Shang Jianyao said in a very low voice and in a rather excited tone.
"It's a bit like it." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.
Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there, and saw several security personnel at the exit rushing over, lowering the submachine gun in their hands and shooting at the awakened person who fell to the ground.
Their training tells them not to think that they can catch a living enemy with similar strange abilities, unless they are unconscious.
Da Da Da Da!
One by one, sparks erupted from the dark muzzles, and a large number of bullets poured down on the blonde, blue-eyed, rugged and strong man.
Hey...... Seeing this, Long Yuehong sighed softly.
In his mind, an awakened person, no matter what level he is in, is very strong compared to ordinary people.
But such a strong man is still extremely fragile in the face of hot weapons.
The gunfire quickly stopped, and the awakened person jumped up, but he was not injured at all!
Long Yuehong's eyes were almost bulging.
And the ability not to be afraid of shooting? There was only one thought echoing in his mind.
In a place where he couldn't see where he was, on the platform where the blonde man had fallen before, countless bullet holes formed a human silhouette.
All the bullets "avoided" the target, drawing an outline around him!
In two or three steps, the awakened person rushed to the entrance and exit.
Suddenly, a rope fell from above.
The rope was so bent that it looked like some kind of snake at a glance.
The Awakened person's pupils dilated sharply, and without thinking, he pulled out his weapon and shot frantically at the rope.
However, no gunshots were fired.
Instead of a pistol, he pulled out a lighter.
His pistol was still firmly inserted in his waist.
In the sound of popping, popping, popping, the lighter kept emitting flames, but it had no effect.
Finally, the previous security personnel rushed back.
This time, they didn't dare to use guns again, for fear of encountering the incredible thing just now.
Under such strafing, they actually missed a shot!
It's nothing short of miraculous!
They either pounced on each other, chopped each other, or pulled out electric batons to paralyze the target, or swung their fists in an attempt to stun the enemy.
Strangely, their operation went surprisingly smoothly this time, the man had been struggling with the rope, and did not realize that he was holding a lighter instead of a pistol.
Finally, he fell to the ground again and lost consciousness.
Afraid of snakes, no, afraid of twisted creatures, afraid of losing your mind? When Jiang Baimian saw this scene, a term instantly flashed in his mind:
"Twisted Shadow"
April is the New Year, "Twisted Shadow".
Seeing that the awakened person was being dragged away, Jiang Baimian, who didn't understand what was going on at all, retracted his gaze and looked at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
"Just watched an assassination farce?" She laughed softly.
While speaking, she glanced at the nobleman who almost choked herself to death from drinking water.
At this look, her gaze suddenly froze.
The nobleman sat in his original position, without a trace of almost suffocation on his face.
On the table in front of him, the white-glazed porcelain water cup that had been broken into pieces was still there, intact.
The corresponding ground is dry and no water stains can be seen.
Following the sight of Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong also discovered this scene, and for a moment she couldn't tell which was true and which was false.
In the banging sound, the iron fences on both sides of the gladiatorial arena below were slowly lifted.
(End of this chapter)