Lord of Enigma

Chapter 120: The Pollution Pool

Those figures were too fast and passed by like ghosts, so Tang Qi only received one or even half of the information fragments.

"The power of the evil godthe Polluter!"

These fragments made him frown, and some memory images appeared in his mind.

A quick glimpse of them made him quickly confirm, where did the flashing figures come from?

At that moment, he saw tall figures, black suits, and several white shadows, which might have beena mask?

"Harold Club!"

Tang Qi pulled the carriage window down, lowered his head, and said silently.

Various clues emerged in his mind.

From the first amber merchant to the creepy Evil God Seed, then followed by the strange masked man who attacked Stana, the mutant masked man who subsequently tried to recapture the seed and business card, and Samra's familiarity with the white mask.

When these series of clues connected, an obvious truth was about to emerge.

In Moses City, or with Moses City as the core, entrenched an extraordinary organization that was biased towards the evil camp.

Moreover, the main force of this organization seemed to be an unknown evil god.

So far, Tang Qi has not seen any other members of this organization. The only person he has seen and dealt with was the mutated white-masked freak. Since even Samra knew about it, it meant that there were many masked people polluted by the Evil God's power in the organization.

Club Could It be that these masked people were just like the most common waiters in some clubs, and they were just the most basic tools?

When this conjecture emerged in his mind, Tang Qi's eyes couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise.

Tang Qi had fought with the masked man who went out of control and had greatly increased his combat power, and he was killed by a sneak attack.

With his current strength, he thought he could cope with at least seven or eight masked people whose mutation was out of control. If there was a spacious battlefield, it was not difficult to kill them all.

But if the masked man was a basic member of the "Harold Club", there would naturally be higher-level combatants.

"It's a powerful organization that the Old Castle Bureau probably knew of its existence long ago, but couldn't send out people, so for now they're acquiescing to its development?"

"What's their purpose? At such time, they appeared in the Bronx District"

"Stop!"

The coachman who was in a state of tension was almost startled by Tang Qi's abrupt voice. If he hadn't distinguished the voice from the compartment behind him on time, the old cowboy would have drawn out his gun.

Although he was an old driver who lived by the carriage, he still had a bad temper. After being frightened, he was about to lose his temper at the guest in the carriage when he saw a dozen silver-white Nars fall into the tin he set aside.

The sound of clanking was extremely pleasant, enough to make him forget the unhappiness just now.

When he was about to thank this generous guest, he found that the carriage was already empty.

"Young and impatient guest, do you know where we are?"

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me, I just want to earn the money for drinking tomorrow night," the coachman murmured, then turned around and gently whipped the horse's buttocks. The spacious carriage immediately galloped away, and much faster than before.

A young man ran quickly through a dark alley in the Bronx District, and after passing a dark corner, his body disintegrated with a "buzzing" sound. A cloud of distorted smoke emerged and soon disappeared into the night.

With help of his misty body, he perfectly blended into the darkness and shadows. No one would notice a faint mist, and even if they occasionally saw it, they would at most think it was night fog or water vapor.

He caught up, naturally not to deal with those white-masked men who passed by.

Tang Qi's purpose was just to gather intelligence.

Judging from the process of destroying the Samra family, the importance of information was very clear. If it weren't for the fact that Tang Qi was in a secret position, plus knowing about the family so well, he wouldn't have annihilated them so easily with that simple plan.

Tang Qi hadn't yet faced up with the "Harold Club", but he had a strange hunch.

Whether it was because of his scheme with this organization or other reasons, the two parties would definitely cross paths in the future.

In that case, it was reasonable to gather some information in advance.

He lost them because of the time he had spent thinking.

However, because of the "mist body", Tang Qi's tracking method became simple and crude, and also very effective.

He turned into a cloud of mist and floated to a high altitude. Immediately, a huge area was reflected in his eyes.

The houses in yellow and black, the messy and dirty streets, the sewers that occasionally spout water vapor, and all corners where various shady transactions and bloody tragedies were taking place. All were seen clearly by him.

"Found it!"

In a few seconds, he saw those figures again.

They seemed to have scattered at one point, and then rushed in the same direction.

There were mainly abandoned factories in the southern area, and most of the residents were homeless and extremely low-income or even non-income groups.

Tang Qi made a judgment in his head and drifted over without hesitation.

Soon, his figure merged into the shadow of a window of an abandoned factory building. On the street below, a total of four figures gathered.

Each of them was wearing a black suit of some sort, not grand, nor gentlemanly, and looked a little somber, plus the white masks on their faces. It was such a late time at night, and they were still in a place like the Bronx District.

If someone passed by accidentally, they would be scared to death and leave immediately.

These four people, like the mutated masked man Tang Qi had seen before, all had tall and sturdy bodies with bald heads. They emitted little noise between their movements, like four black ghosts converging below.

As the four of them stood still, their voices, deep and cold, began to sound under their masks.

"The sleeping props are ready. We have three hours."

"Our intelligence has confirmed that this is the place of death of No.30."

"The information left by No.30 death on his deathbed has been found. The target is an unmarked freak, its body is strong, and it mainly fights with brute force. Its vital parts seem to be the heart and head, but its recovery ability is extremely powerful. If we don't deal a swift and brutal attack, it might try to flee"

"It meets the requirements of the Pollution Pool, immediately conduct the arrest!"

Four almost identical voices were heard one after another.

These four white-masked men didn't seem to be normal people. If it weren't for the clear human aura on their bodies, judging from the accuracy and consistency of their actions, and the cold mechanical feeling, he would've mistaken them as four robots.

"Is this their state before losing control?"

"Did they take action to capture a freak who had killed their colleague?"

"The purpose is for something called the Pollution Pool."

Tang Qi looked down at the four figures who were setting up some kind of trap and pondered deeply in his mind.

At the same time, Tang Qi didn't forget to seriously stare at the four of them. He had been in such a hurry that he only had time to extract half of the information fragments.

In the last battle, Tang Qi had killed the masked man directly without taking a closer look.

This was a great opportunity.