Black Market, a name that makes people shudder.

This is an ancient dark force, called "Satan's believers" by the people of Earth, who believe in evil forces, dark magic, and are extremely bloodthirsty.

It has existed on Earth as long as the Moria, and before the Atlanteans came to Earth, the dark forces took over half of the country, and there was a long war between the Morians.

However, when the Atlantis came to Earth, they formed an alliance with the Moriates, and the two sides worked together to suppress this force, and finally exiled them to the cold and dark underworld.

Over the next tens of thousands of years, these Satanists gradually formed their own organizations and city-states in the underworld, known as the "black market".

The only two passages connecting the real world to the Black Market are manned by Moria and Atlanteans, respectively, and neither side knows where each is located.

For a long time, it was clear to both the Moria and the Atlantis that this strength, if unleashed, would not do each other any good.

"Speaking of scum...... Mr. Mask sneered a few more times, "I don't know who the High Priest of Petain is talking about. Could it be that sending someone to detain the family members of someone's teammates and intend to use them to blackmail someone can be regarded as a fair and honest word...... Then I admit that I am indeed a piece of scum. ”

The smooth skin on High Priest Petain's face trembled slightly, and his gaze became as sharp as a knife, stabbing at Mr. Mask, who was standing opposite him: "How do you know the details of our actions?" ”

He turned to Chairman Oliver and said: "Mr. President, my people did go to Paris and held Lao Yu's family in custody, but this is all because of Long Yun, if our plan in CMC fails, then we still have chips in our hands to blackmail Long Yun into the net, we can set up a bureau in Paris and wait for him to come to the door, and then kill him." ”

Bang Bang Bang –

Mr. Mask suddenly applauded: "Good strategy! Good means! Our Black Market Killer Organization is in great need of unscrupulous talents like High Priest Petain, and it is very suitable for our organization's recruitment requirements. ”

High Priest Pétain's face turned blue, and as the chief priest of Atlantis, being regarded as a companion by a member of the Black Market Killer Order in the Dark World was nothing short of an insult to his status and lineage.

The mystical power of Lunas seeped through every pore of Petain, and in the hall, an invisible but palpable wave of energy rippled in the air, and several of the junior priests who accompanied him felt a strong sense of oppression, and their breathing began to thicken.

In fact, all the energy of Lunas was pressed on the body of the Mask on the other side, and he secretly admired in his heart, sure enough, he was the chief high priest of the Priests' Conference of the Restoration Society of Atlantis, and he already had a deep skill in the study of the runes of the gods, no wonder his ancestors were suppressed by the Atlantes and Moriahs, and were permanently banished in the underground dark city.

However, for Mr. Mask, being invited here is an opportunity, the Black Market Organization is the most famous killer organization in the Underground Dark City, and Mr. Mask, as one of the top killers, if he can bend into the task given by the chairman of the Senate Oliver, then the conditions will be extremely rich.

At the very least, the entire organization, including their own families, can get the **** of the Atlantean people, regain their freedom, and return to the human world.

Although facing a formidable opponent like Petain, Mr. Mask felt that he had to give it a go.

At this time, there seemed to be a thousand pounds of weight on his shoulders, which was a powerful pressure, which could not be seen, but could be felt, and even felt that the blood in his veins gradually increased in density because of this pressure, just like diving naked into the depths of a trench of thousands of meters without any equipment.

Every inch of skin is under pressure of several thousand kilopascals, and the human limit is only about 500 kilopascals.

Due to the strong oppressive force, Mr. Mask's eyeballs began to be bloodshot, terrifyingly red, as if in the next second, the overwhelmed blood would burst out of the blood vessels, just like a diver who surfaced directly to the surface without decompression and was affected by decompression sickness.

His breathing became heavy, and with every breath, he was under more than 100 times the usual pressure, and his strong **** muscles continued to expand in order to allow fresh oxygen to flow into his lungs.

In his sight, he saw behind the High Priest of Petain, a quaint bronze throne looming behind him.

Priest runes in the runes of the gods of Atlante - the bronze throne!

Mr. Mask is a well-informed fellow, and to become a top killer in the dark city of the underworld, it is not just a brute force test to reach the top, it requires a lot of knowledge.

This runic spell is extremely powerful, summoning a bronze throne containing the arcane power of Lunas, piling up pressure on opponents until they crush them to pulp.

High Priest Petain obviously did not expect that this mysterious and thin little creature in front of him would have such great endurance, and that a bronze throne could not crush him.

Another bronze throne was superimposed behind him, and on the tall throne, the runi script was engraved on the ancient and hard bronze, forming a source of power, leading to the incomparably powerful arcane power of Lunas.

Giggle –

Mr. Mask could hear his bones rattle, like an overwhelmed metal scaffold, ready to collapse at any moment.

The second throne.

The pressure doubled, and Mr. Mask's eyes were completely bloodshot, like two glass balls filled with blood, bursting at any moment.

The rest of the room was silent, and Oliver, the head of the Senate who had invited Mr. Mask to the meeting, and the other elders were deliberately letting Petain test the abilities of the top killer sent from the black market organization.

If even one of the High Priests of Petain could not deal with it, how could they break through the protection of the Moria and kill the mercenary codenamed Ghost?

The whole hall was eerily silent, and a pin could be heard dropping on the floor.

Dr. Haynes picked up the teacup on the table and sipped his tea.

Phew-

Phew-

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

Although the pressure of High Priest Pétain was exerted on Mr. Mask, the overflowing energy wave still crushed the teacups on the table.

Haines looked at the broken cup regretfully, the turquoise tea fell to the ground from the cup and saucer, he shook his wet hands, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it gently, and muttered: "It's a pity that I have a good cup of Chinese Longjing before the rain." ”