MTL - The Earth is Online-Chapter 9

In the late autumn of November, the weather was cold, and Tang Mo wore a sweater and a coat. An icy sharp object pressed against his back, and the thick clothes were poked into a small round hole.

Tang Mo maintained his posture of standing up and did not move. He noticed it. It was a knife.

The man couldn't wait: "Mom, give me your wallet! Fast! Or else I will cut you!"

Tang Mo’s voice was calm: “You take the knife a little back and let me stand up. I will give you the wallet.”

"There is so much nonsense." The man moved the knife backwards.

Tang Mo stood up and was very sensible and did not turn around and looked at the wallet. Just for a moment, the wallet was taken away. The rough male voice sighed: "Fuck, that's it? This car is yours, is the key on it?"

"In."

"You don't move to Laozi, or you will hack you."

Tang Mo did not turn around, and the knife that had arrived at his lower back was taken away. He heard the other person open the door and tried to start the car. After confirming that it can be started, he slammed the door.

Tang Mo said loudly: "My luggage is in the trunk, can I take it?"

The sound of the car started to sound for a while and then stopped. The man said impatiently: "How much is your ass. Your luggage is also Laozi, and you are out."

Tang Mo: "Now the day is getting colder, I will get clothes. Big Brother, such a cold day will freeze people, just a piece of clothes."

The man slammed a few words, opened the door, and put the knife on the waist of Tang Mo again, coldly said: "Then you hurry, take a dress, and then force the old man to kill you."

Tang Mo turned around and saw this person clearly.

This is a thief-eyed man, his hair is greasy and messy, and the clothes he wears are also left with a gray spot and a stain on the right. It was discovered that Tang Mo was watching him. The man suddenly looked like a frightened animal. He seemed to hate the eyes of others looking at him. He swallowed his mouth very uncomfortably and shouted: "Look at the fart, take the clothes quickly." The knife arrived in the past.

Tang Mo nodded.

This person is like a thief.

Tang Mo went to the trunk and opened the trunk.

"What is this? Match?" the man asked strangely.

Tang Mo leaned down to take the suitcase, his hand slammed **** the lock of the trunk, and the sharp lock passed the finest skin of his palm, leaving only a shallow mark. Tang Mo’s eyes condensed, and his left hand grabbed the match directly, like a baseball, and forced it to the back.

"What is this match...you...ah!"

The giant matchstick slammed into the man's head, and suddenly, the blood was flowing.

Tang Mo did not expect this match to have such great power. When the match is on the hand, the weight is not heavy, like an ordinary wood match. But just because of the loud noise, it seems that the iron stick is on his head, and the sound is very painful when he listens to the sound.

The normal person’s head was stunned and it was estimated that he would die. The man actually only fell two steps backwards, raised the face full of blood, and looked at Tang Mo angrily: “I’m hacking you!!!”

Said, lifted the knife directly rushed over.

Tang Mo was in a tight heart, avoiding to the right, while lifting his left foot, a foot on the man's stomach. The man screamed, and the knife slid down the shank of Tang Mo. The trousers were instantly drawn a hole, but the sharp blade left only a nail-scratched, extremely shallow **** print on Tang Mo's skin, making a squeaky sound, like a scratch on the hard floor.

The man licked his stomach and shouted and rushed up.

Tang Mo reacted very quickly and held up the match to greet him.

The sharp blade and the wood match stick hit together, only to hear a bang...

The knife is broken into two pieces.

Tang Mo: "..."

the man:"……"

Tang Mo did not think that this matchstick had such great power, but soon he returned, waving a match and smashing at the man. The man was very close to Tang Mo because of the action he had just cut, and he could not escape this stick. But when the matchstick was about to hit his head again, the countless red banknotes suddenly fell in the air.

Tang Mo has never seen so many hundred dollar bills, like a small pile of hills, countless hundred dollar bills fell from the air, forming a wall, blocking between the matchstick and the man, buffering the man, so that He was only beaten to the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The man trembled and pleaded for mercy.

Tang Mo stopped the action of the hit. He took the match and knelt down to touch the money.

"Where are you coming so much? Where did you get out?"

These are all genuine hundred dollar bills!

The man looked at the giant match in horror and explained: "I am a thief. I suddenly saw people on the street disappeared this morning. I went to steal a lot of things. In the afternoon, I ran a bank and put... The money I can find is taken away."

What Tang Mo wants to know is not this: "Where did you hide the money?"

The man raised his right hand and showed him a light blue tattoo on his wrist: "From here, I... I found out when I grabbed the money, I can put the money in this tattoo. This tattoo is me. A long time ago, I could only save money. I almost killed you, and I subconsciously took the money out of the tattoo..."

Tang Mo nodded and looked down at the tattoo on the man's wrist.

Between the electric and the flint, a half-foot-long knife appeared in front of Tang Mo’s eyes and slanted straight into his eyes.

"Go to die for Laozi!!!"

The matchstick swiftly swung in the air, and Tang Mo’s eyes interrupted the knife with a stick. The red matchhead made a circular arc in the air, just on the man’s head. I screamed, as if something had broken. The man widened his eyes and looked at Tang Mo and the matchstick in his hand in disbelief. The bulky body fell to the side and slammed into the ground.

Tang Mo’s face changed and he reached out to the man’s nose.

"……died."

Tang Mo’s eyes looked at the dead man intricately. He looked away for a moment and looked away. He raised the man’s right hand and carefully examined the pattern on the wrist of the man.

The night is too dark, just a little far away, Tang Mo did not notice that this tattoo is a "¥" symbol. He then raised the man's left hand and found that there was also a tattoo on the wrist of the hand, but the knife was a knife.

Tang Mo looked at it for a while. Suddenly, the tattoo disappeared and two more knives appeared on the ground. His heart moved, and then looked at the man's right hand, only to see the "¥" tattoo has disappeared, and there is another hill on the ground with a hundred dollar bill.

Tang Mo went to the car and took the book out.

He turned to the second page, and it didn't matter, the lines of text appeared on it.

[Abilities: I am worse than the protagonist."

[Owner: Qian Sankun (Stolen Passenger)]

[Type: Special type]

[Function: Seal the contacted object inside the body and present it as a tattoo]

[Level: Level 2, can store two inanimate objects]

[Restriction: only the same type of object can be stored, and the living body cannot be stored]

[Remarks: Qian Sankun never imagined that he was not a Lingtian than a protagonist, but a match! 】

These words are all black, and at the bottom, there is a line of red words.

[Tang Mo version instructions: disposable items, can only store the same object, can not be replaced. Friends, think about what you want to store? 】

"Stolen passengers?"

Tang Mo stared at the three words on the page and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a clue and could only give up temporarily.

This book knows how to break a gag, but it is his own ability after all. Tang Mo quickly understands the man's abilities and how he should use it.

Qian Sankun is a thief, but he also awakens his ability. His ability is to store objects with no vital signs in his body, which can be used at any time. As long as it is the same item, the amount of storage is not limited. Tang Mo does not know what the level of power is. If you assume that this ability can be upgraded, then Qian Sankun can store two objects.

He chose money and a knife.

It’s a man who looks like a mouse. At this time, money is just waste paper, and it has no effect, but Qian Sankun still can't bear the money.

Qian Sankun is still a little clever. He knows that he is ignoring Tang Mo and lie to him that he can store banknotes because he used to have tattoos. He did not have violence. He showed his chance to sneak Tang Mo with a knife tattoo. Fortunately, Tang Mo has never relaxed his vigilance, otherwise he may really be succeeded by him.

Unfortunately, assuming that the second object stored by Qian Sankun is not money, but a hidden weapon like a knife, then he may still have a chance to survive.

Tang Mo looked at the cold body of Qian Sankun and looked at the knife and banknotes everywhere. He did not hesitate to pick up his own big match and put the match on his wrist. A red light flashed, the match disappeared, and a small red match tattoo appeared on Tang’s left wrist.

The power of giant matches is beyond the expectation of Tang Mo, and the storage of matches can be used as a hidden weapon. Those who encounter Qian Sankun in the future will be less threatened.

Tang Mo looked down at the book.

The name of Qian Sankun’s power became awesome—

[Abilities: I am a Lingtian (used) than the protagonist]

He turned to the first page. The first page recorded his own abilities, and nothing was changed before. But Tang Mo did not give up, he stared at the book with a blank expression, and looked for about five minutes, and the lines of text slowly emerged.

[Remarks: Apparently Tang Mo has already known that when he killed the person, he had already wiped the other party and did not give money. 】

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed, his fingers pressed the pages tightly and shivered.

"Really only killing people..."

A minute later, a line of words was displayed on the book.

[Remarks: But how can I tell Tang Mo, can he get other people's abilities without killing people? 】

Tang Mo: "..."

boom!

A book was ruthlessly thrown by its owner in the banknote mountain.

Three minutes later, Tang Mo stunned the book back. He casually took a pile of banknotes on the face of Qian Sankun and buried his whole person in his favorite banknotes. After doing all this, he took the book and drove away, and continued to sail to Shanghai.