Chapter: 1653
At this moment, because of his sluggish thoughts and inexperience, it took Mosona more than ten seconds to realize that he had been attacked. He immediately stretched his arms forward, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.
However, his movements were so sluggish, the voice in his throat was so weak, the bodyguards around him were watching the tense and fierce boxing match intently, the audience shouted one wave after another, and the surrounding people The guards were all focused on the possible attack, and the obvious anomalies were ignored if they were not the employers under heavy protection.
When the climax of the match subsided temporarily, when some bodyguards and subordinates looked back at the boss, they could only see that Mosona's eyes were a little dull, and the position of his hands was not normal. He seemed to be still immersed in the boxing match, and was anxiously waiting for the final the result of.
Tears welled up in the corners of the gangster's eyes, and he tried to loosen his five fingers, trying to get the cigar to fall to the ground and attract attention.
But he found desperately that his thinking became more and more slow and rigid, and it seemed that it took more than a minute to complete a simple action, and his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!
Snapped!
The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears rolled down his face and down his neck.
Several bodyguards found out about this, and just about to ask the boss if he was too excited because of the game, Mosona suddenly buried himself, wiped his face and picked up the cigar.
"This game is good! Add money to the final winner!" Mosona flicked his cigar, pulled his collar, and grinned with a smile on his lips.
He didn't specify how much to add, because Klein didn't understand the market at all, so he could only explain vaguely.
Yes, Mosona of the "New Loen Party" has become his puppet!
Because this gangster is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual body is even weaker than a healthy normal human being, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!
If it takes a little longer, he will be distracted and use illusion to create chaos, so that the bodyguards can only focus on protecting Mosona, and have no time to discover his abnormality.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
...
The shouts of the audience suddenly became tidy, and the contest on the ring came to an end. Mosona also signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.
When a boxer fell unconscious, Mosona took a sip of his cigar and said, "Go to the room.
"I'm going to take a break."
"Yes, boss (boss)." His bodyguards and subordinates immediately surrounded him into the corridor on the second floor, and helped him open the door of the lounge.
After instructing the guards to guard the key positions and not to disturb him, Mosona walked back and forth a few steps, opened the safe, found documents involving new types of drugs, and screened out the most important ones.
He then put these documents and address slips cut out from newspapers, together with the entire �758 in cash, into a briefcase.
With a creak, he opened the door and called one of his subordinates: "Throw this bag under the third streetlight in the corner alley."
"Yes, boss." His men didn't ask why.
This is the rule!
After closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual items, and carefully drew the badge corresponding to "The Fool" with a pen on white paper�half the "eye without pupils" symbolizing secrecy and half a symbol of A special symbol composed of changing "twisted threads".
Then, the gangster who has become a puppet lit candles, replaced essential oils and hydrosols with perfume, and held a ceremony of praying for gifts in earnest.
He muttered the honorable name of "The Fool" and read the corresponding mantra in the ancient Hermes language that he didn't know at all. Then he picked up the spiritual item and let it blend into the wind, creating an illusion together with the changing candlelight. The door to the gate��If no spiritual items are found, Klein's plan is to use Mosona's blood, human blood itself is a spiritual thing!
In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized this opportunity, took four steps backwards, and came above the gray mist.
He didn't use the "Dark Emperor" card, but directly leveraged some of the power of this mysterious space, connected them with the paper figurines, and flung them into the door of sacrifice and bestowal. JrNovels.com
However, his movements were so sluggish, the voice in his throat was so weak, the bodyguards around him were watching the tense and fierce boxing match intently, the audience shouted one wave after another, and the surrounding people The guards were all focused on the possible attack, and the obvious anomalies were ignored if they were not the employers under heavy protection.
When the climax of the match subsided temporarily, when some bodyguards and subordinates looked back at the boss, they could only see that Mosona's eyes were a little dull, and the position of his hands was not normal. He seemed to be still immersed in the boxing match, and was anxiously waiting for the final the result of.
Tears welled up in the corners of the gangster's eyes, and he tried to loosen his five fingers, trying to get the cigar to fall to the ground and attract attention.
But he found desperately that his thinking became more and more slow and rigid, and it seemed that it took more than a minute to complete a simple action, and his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!
Snapped!
The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears rolled down his face and down his neck.
Several bodyguards found out about this, and just about to ask the boss if he was too excited because of the game, Mosona suddenly buried himself, wiped his face and picked up the cigar.
"This game is good! Add money to the final winner!" Mosona flicked his cigar, pulled his collar, and grinned with a smile on his lips.
He didn't specify how much to add, because Klein didn't understand the market at all, so he could only explain vaguely.
Yes, Mosona of the "New Loen Party" has become his puppet!
Because this gangster is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual body is even weaker than a healthy normal human being, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!
If it takes a little longer, he will be distracted and use illusion to create chaos, so that the bodyguards can only focus on protecting Mosona, and have no time to discover his abnormality.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
...
The shouts of the audience suddenly became tidy, and the contest on the ring came to an end. Mosona also signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.
When a boxer fell unconscious, Mosona took a sip of his cigar and said, "Go to the room.
"I'm going to take a break."
"Yes, boss (boss)." His bodyguards and subordinates immediately surrounded him into the corridor on the second floor, and helped him open the door of the lounge.
After instructing the guards to guard the key positions and not to disturb him, Mosona walked back and forth a few steps, opened the safe, found documents involving new types of drugs, and screened out the most important ones.
He then put these documents and address slips cut out from newspapers, together with the entire �758 in cash, into a briefcase.
With a creak, he opened the door and called one of his subordinates: "Throw this bag under the third streetlight in the corner alley."
"Yes, boss." His men didn't ask why.
This is the rule!
After closing the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual items, and carefully drew the badge corresponding to "The Fool" with a pen on white paper�half the "eye without pupils" symbolizing secrecy and half a symbol of A special symbol composed of changing "twisted threads".
Then, the gangster who has become a puppet lit candles, replaced essential oils and hydrosols with perfume, and held a ceremony of praying for gifts in earnest.
He muttered the honorable name of "The Fool" and read the corresponding mantra in the ancient Hermes language that he didn't know at all. Then he picked up the spiritual item and let it blend into the wind, creating an illusion together with the changing candlelight. The door to the gate��If no spiritual items are found, Klein's plan is to use Mosona's blood, human blood itself is a spiritual thing!
In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized this opportunity, took four steps backwards, and came above the gray mist.
He didn't use the "Dark Emperor" card, but directly leveraged some of the power of this mysterious space, connected them with the paper figurines, and flung them into the door of sacrifice and bestowal. JrNovels.com
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