Chapter 99 Trap

If I look at Eralia in front of her at this moment, what I see is definitely not a normal human face.

Cement-like skin, tiny raised particles and slight scratches on the surface. The sexy long legs still maintain a straight shape, but completely lose the smooth texture that women should have. Only when fingers gently touch it can you notice that the essence of detail has not changed. It is just an illusion caused to the eyes after the fusion of chameleon and the environment is changed by camouflaging the color and texture of the skin.

Eralia was not worried about anyone discovering herself. Her disguise had reached a state of complete integration with the environment. Not only was it a simulation of appearance, but even the temperature and blood flow rate were controlled to the closest level to it. If needed, she could also adjust her heart rate to the lowest, shrink her body and hide it in the most inconspicuous place, and turn into an undetectable transparent body. Even if someone passes by, it is impossible to find her existence.

She only has one weakness - breath.

Parasites rely on breath to capture and lock the positions of similar targets. Eralia cannot rely on pure disguise to be completely invisible in front of parasite opponents. She can only try her best to hide or restrain her breath, use naked eyes to deceive or other technological auxiliary means to get close to the target, and suddenly launch a fatal attack.

According to the information of Les, Yinyue Town is just a small settlement with a population of only 200. Among those wary armed townsmen, there may be several evolutionary or reinforced people, but there will never be a powerful parasite. Such powerful people who surpass the ninth level of evolution are the targets that all companies will spend a lot of money to win over. They usually live in densely populated cities or in luxury houses of a large family, enjoy beautiful women or men, taste delicious and precious food, and get rich rewards without having to work hard like mercenaries. Most of the time, they are regarded as a potential force that shocks their opponents. Or when employers encounter problems that are really difficult to solve, they will take action personally and use their heads and lives to become achievements that decorate themselves to raise the price.

Ilaria hasn't tried assassinating naked for a long time. Compared to gun bullets, she prefers the pleasure of cutting her throat with a dagger. Doing so can make her feel the despair of life and the excitement of controlling death. She can't even wait to rush into the town to kill her. Looking at the bodies falling down, and the living people don't understand the cause of death. Her extremely fearful expression and highly nervous nerves will make her feel that only herself is the only master who truly controls the world.

"I want to find the strongest man among them and enjoy it." After licking his lips, Eralia was already thinking about what method should be used to reward himself after the matter was over.

She likes to play with corpses, especially the corpses of a strong man who is as strong as a lion and full of explosive muscles. It’s not that living people cannot make her climax, but she likes dead people more after comparison. The reason is very simple - using rope binding or some other special method, dead people can be hard until they rot. But living people can never do this.

Following the corner, he cleverly flipped over the sharp gravel and glass slags inserted on the outer edge of the wall, Eralia jumped nimbly from the window into the warning tower, standing steadily in a room of only five or six square meters.

There was no one on the tower. Near the shooting hole, there was a wooden stick with a color and shape similar to a real gun.

Eralia instinctively approached her body close to the wall, closed her eyes, held her breath, and carefully listened to all the slight movements that could enter her ears. Soon, a vague conversation came from a corner blocked by rocks on the top of the mountain to the east of the town.

While under the wall, she had already noticed that the tower was too quiet. All the situations showed that this was a fake target that was disguised and had no garrison assigned.

This kind of thing is very common. The ever-changing world and more and more mutant creatures have to use more cunning means and wisdom to fill in their physical and strength shortcomings. Traps, thunders, baits... Most of the time, these simple and effective methods are far more effective against similar people than destroying aliens. Just like now, Eralia believes that as long as he reveals his body, or gently touches the wooden stick that looks like a gun, he will immediately call for intensive attacks from other hidden fire points.

She subconsciously turned her gaze to the direction where the conversation sounded. The edge of her bloody lips showed a murderous intent that she couldn't help but taste the blood as soon as possible. She couldn't help but feel excited from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel a little trembling.

She slid down the wall nimblely, and the moment her toes came into contact with the ground, her body suddenly ran with force. The light movements did not make any sound. Her naked body quickly transformed into a completely black like the soil.

Less than a hundred meters away from the rock, Eralia suddenly stopped.

For some reason, the dark front made her feel inexplicably fear and alert. This feeling was very weak, intermittent, as if hiding in the darkness ahead, as if something was looking at her coldly.

Killers have a natural intuition about danger.

Eralia was a little confused. She didn't understand where the basis of this feeling came from. She believed in intuition and believed more in the judgment of the brain on the reality - the completely dispersed perceptual consciousness, and did not find any aura of an evolved person or a parasite within the detection range of hundreds of meters. Even behind the rock, there were only two signs of life that existed in ordinary people. If they would pose a threat to themselves, it would be a huge joke.

Parasites and ordinary people, like tyrannosaurus and ants, are not comparable at all.

Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth hard, Eralia suddenly accelerated and changed her position in an irregular direction. Her speed was dazzlingly fast. Within three seconds, she had changed five figures and moving points at different angles one after another. As her fingers contacted the surface of the rock, her skin was instantly about to change to the same color as it was. She clenched the dagger in the reverse direction, like a leaf without weight, floating into the cover behind the rock.

This is a fire point made of a mix of concave rocks and masonry, transplanted some shrubs and mosses on the outside, and disguised with various natural materials. In the space of about ten square meters, there is only an old kerosene lantern and a few empty wooden bar boxes, as well as two men who seem to be staying here to watch.

What made Eralia feel unbelievable was that the moment she rushed into the rock bunker, she clearly saw that the man sitting on the crate on the left was actually smiling at herself friendly, and the ak assault rifle held in his hand was pointing at her eyebrows.

He was tall and had a sense of lines neutralized by flexibility and strength. His skin was as smooth as jade, and even Eralia, a woman, felt uncontrollable jealousy when she saw it. A little light flashed in the depths of her black pupils. Almost at the same time, Eralia felt an ice flowing through her body, and her intuition told him that it seemed that the young man had seen her through it.

No, this is impossible-

Eralia subconsciously looked down at her body, her naked skin still maintained the same appearance as the rocks and the ground. Even if she was looking at it at a close distance, it was difficult to see through this layer of disguise. If the other party was a parasitic, then it was somewhat reasonable. An ordinary person, he... how did he do it?

Eralia stood quietly, looking at the young man quietly. Her eyes were full of anger, her scarlet lips were as thin as a knife, and her naked body couldn't help but tremble. She really didn't want to believe what her eyes saw, but pointed to the black and cold muzzle between her eyebrows, but told herself ruthlessly that this was reality.

"Who sent you?" His voice was very soft, full of extremely tempting magnetism.

There was a blazing flame in Eralia's eyes. She turned her body slightly and leaned against her right arm with a dagger to her back. Without knowing the other party's true strength, she would not act rashly.

On the right side of the crate was leaning against a strong middle-aged man, who seemed to be sleeping. Nothing happened in the narrow space could disturb his sweet dreams.

"With naked and a knife, I ran into someone else's yard in the middle of the night. Do you think you were playing hide-and-seek?" Lin Xiang slowly moved his muzzle down and stayed in the center of the two collarbones on the target's chest. He said calmly: "I asked you again in the end - who sent you?"

Ilaria still did not answer.

Her snake-like eyes stared at this man who was so beautiful. He exuded a mysterious and deep temperament, which reminded people of the great nobles with ancient heritage. Just like Master Chino, he was even more noble, more prominent, and more heart-wrenching than any male member of the Arésandro family.

Lin Xiang did not release any evolutionary aura. This unexpected discovery surprised Eralia very much. She even thought that there was something wrong with her sensitive perception. With the increasing swelling deep in her heart, her body suddenly burst out with an unimaginable speed, tilting towards the side without any warning, and stabbing a dagger toward Lin Xiang from an incredible angle.

A parasite was pointed at the head by an ordinary person with a gun, which was originally an insult.

Lin Xiang did not dodge. A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Eralia suddenly woke up, and a strong chill suddenly appeared in her heart. Almost at the same time, a sudden violent airflow came from the side. Like a close-range shell, it hit Eralia's left leg accurately. With a "bang", the slender and powerful legs exploded like gunpowder hidden inside. The flesh and blood dyed the rocks and soil within several meters into scarlet. Under the dim flame of the kerosene lamp, a strange light appeared.

It was the one who had been sleeping. He had stood up from the wooden box, at least two meters tall, and bulging muscles could be seen everywhere on his face, neck, chest and arms. His face with a hideous smile was covered with crisscrossing scars. A powerful parasitic aura emanated from him, several times more than Eralia.

Holding the broken legs, which were less than five centimeters left under his crotch, rolling on the ground. The coldness on Eralia's face had been replaced by severe pain. A large amount of blood loss caused the energy in the body to be quickly lost, and the simulative disguise on the surface of the skin began to fade away, revealing a greasy white that was invisible.

This is a trap specially set for yourself.

Eralia kept wailing in pain and collapsed to the ground, leaving only the last breathing strength. With every breath, a large amount of blood foam would gush out from her mouth. Wang Biao's punch was extremely powerful, not only shattering the entire thigh on the spot, but even shaking her internal organs.

Despite this, the dying female killer still stared at the two men in front of him and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Why? Why can't I feel your breath?"

Lin Xiang's physique is different from that of ordinary people. As for Wang Biao... he just temporarily closed all consciousness and entered a state of false death, weakening his breathing and heartbeat to the point where he could only maintain deep sleep. It is naturally impossible to feel any breath from a target that is no different from a dead person.

This is very risky. If others cannot wake him up in time, the scarred man will keep sleeping. If it weren't for the need to lure Eralia into the bait, Lin Xiang would never use this method that could kill people.

"I don't have much patience. Tell me! Who sent you?" Lin Xiang walked up and glanced at the scattered minced meat and bone scum on the ground, and kicked the dagger that fell beside him hard far away.

Eralia gritted her teeth tightly and pursed her lips together, as if she was mocking the question as naive.

"I won't let you die. Whether it's acting as a toy or turning into food, refugees in the wilderness will not refuse a woman who can get it without spending money. Although, you only have one leg." Lin Xiang's eyes were pure and natural, but they were as cold as ice.

Eralia's breathing became more and more rapid. Death was not scary, but she was afraid of being able to survive when she needed to die.

"...It's Ferdinand Company. You should have heard of this name." She endured the severe pain of the wound and quickly weighed the pros and cons. Master Chino would never kill her life because of this.

"Why?"

Lin Xiang suddenly became extremely strong and made Eralia irresistible. She instinctively opened her lips that she wanted to continue to close: "Because, there is water...clean, uncontaminated water."

Lin Xiang was silent. His eyes began to become deep, so quiet that he could not find any emotional changes from it.

After a long time, he slowly walked up, holding the AK rifle diagonally, and pointed the cold and black muzzle at Eralia's forehead again.

"No, no! You promised, you won't kill me-" Eralia screamed in extreme sarcasm, his eyes full of deep hatred and fear.

"I'm lying." Lin Xiang's voice was very calm, and there was a strange and inexplicable charm on the corners of his curled mouth.

Then, he pulled the trigger.

The sun is hidden behind the thick radiant clouds, and the dim light shrouds the vast wilderness, with a very uncomfortable depression and dullness.

Four modified off-road vehicles turned from the broken old road, rushing wilderness that seemed to be smooth and undulating, and rushed straight towards the direction where Yinyue Town is.

In the back compartment of two and three cars in front, there were dozens of soldiers wearing brown and gray combat uniforms sitting side by side. They looked cold and looked serious, emitting a powerful aura of evolutionary ability at least level five or above.

Chino, with a majestic face, sat in the back seat of the second car, with her short black hair combed meticulously. Her sinister eyes emanated from the deep concave eye sockets, with a faint doubt and some unsteady hesitation.

Five days ago, Eralia disappeared. With the level of awareness of this woman full of mad jealousy and strong desire to express her desire, she obviously sneaked into the small town built on the mountain without permission.

Chino didn't think this was a kind of defiance of his authority. On the contrary, he admired Eralia's ruthlessness and decisiveness very much. According to past experience, she would pick up her favorite dinner time one day and bring back the expected good news.

Even in the old days, killing people and occupying land was very common. As long as you have enough power and enough money, human life is a tool to lay the foundation for yourself and make yourself go higher and higher.

Five days passed, and Eralia did not show up, nor did she hear any news about her.

This is not a good sign - under normal circumstances, she, who is extremely obedient to time, should have returned to Flame City two days ago.

Chino, who noticed that the situation was not good, immediately led everyone to set off.

In his subconscious, he did not think that Ilaria would be surprised. This situation was not within the scope of consideration. Even when fighting with hundreds of fully armed soldiers, Ilaria, who had the scheming ability, could kill everyone alone without the other party having the advantage of the number.

This is not false intimidation or fantasy. As parasites hired by the Aresandro family, everyone has a tangible and credible record.

Thinking of this, Chino's handsome brow frowned slightly. He couldn't think of any reason why Ilaria delayed the return. Perhaps, she had really failed unexpectedly and was left in that seemingly ordinary town?

Only by going over and taking a look can you understand the truth of the matter.

But one thing is certain - no matter what happened to Eralia, that sweet water land must become its own pocket.
Chapter completed!