Chapter 11: The Jumper's Visit

Meng Fan didn't know the identity of the fat man. He only knew that even the traffic police did not dare to provoke him. Even if he dared to drive a BMW drunk and didn't care about the life or death of passers-by at all. Even if he could cover the sky with one hand, he was just a complete dead man at this time.

fame and power are just a pike of loess after death, which can bring you the contempt and resentment of ordinary people.

That's all!

The ambulance has left, and the traffic police are still dealing with the scene in a hurry. A leader-like man took a look at the news and hurriedly left. The little girl also left. She left in her mother's arms. Before leaving, she waved her hand to Meng Fan and shouted crisply, "Goodbye, big brother."

Maybe the children are innocent. Meng Fan smiled and left the scene.

I'm afraid that even those traffic police can't know the real cause of death of the fat man. This damn fat man just added a ridiculous file of drunk driving to death for the Transportation Bureau.

Returning to the cold noodle restaurant, Meng Fan poured two mouthfuls of cold boiled water, and his heart was suddenly shocked, followed by an inexplicable palpitation.

Kill yourself!

Yes, that's right, it really killed someone.

The hateful fat man almost ruined the life of an innocent little girl, but even the traffic police dared not provoke him. And he killed him. Although no one knew that he did it, he did kill him.

He is completely a damned person. If he makes himself think carefully before making a decision, he will still kill him without mercy! Meng Fan's heart inexplicably surged out of excitement, even mixed with a trace of excitement.

"Haha..." Meng Fan laughed loudly, which confused the two chefs who dozed off on the side.

"It's okay. Come on, let's continue to play Red Ten. I'm going to win back what I lost in the morning." Meng Fan greeted the two and the waiter who served the dishes happily.

Time passed quickly, as if it was 8 p.m. in the blink of an eye. The cold noodle restaurant closed, and the two chefs and waiters went home separately. Meng Fan locked the door of the restaurant and also walked to his residence.

The night was thick, and the sky was like the big mouth of a fierce beast. Meng Fan walked carelessly under the tree on the roadside, and his heart was still full of the pleasure of punishing the wicked.

"Big mechanic, Meng Fan." Suddenly, a man's soft voice sounded in Meng Fan's ear.

"Who?" Meng Fan turned around warily and looked around for a week without finding anything.

'Swish', a flying knife suddenly shot out of the night and went straight to Meng Fan's door.

"Hm?" Meng Fan was shocked and hurriedly dodged sideways, and at the same time, he subconsciously moved.

Stop it!

The flying knife responded to Meng Fan's mind and stopped in the air. It suspended quietly in front of Meng Fan without any movement.

"Perfect mechanical control is really worthy of the name of a great mechanic!" The sound sounded again.

"Who is it?" Meng Fan stared at the direction of the flying knife shooting, where there was only a darkness, but in that darkness, it seemed to hide some strange monster, and his eyes hidden in the night were staring at him coldly.

"I, space guardian, 'jumper' Song Qing, say hello to you." The space fluctuates gently like water waves, and an elegant young man walks out of the night. His face is pale, and his hair is as black as a waterfall.

"It's you!" Meng Fan recognized at a glance that this person was the young man standing on the left of the silver-sized man in that strange dream.

"Hello." Song Qing smiled and walked towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan took a step back and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" Why do you know my name?

"Haha." Song Qing laughed and said, "I not only know your name, but also the names of 1,300 powers in the world. Is it strange?"

Meng Fan was stunned.

"This time I came here just on the order of the master, which is just a routine business." Song Qing didn't care about Meng Fan's stunned expression and continued, "Congratulations, Meng Fan, you have finally reached the first level of your power - control. Finally, there is no humiliation of the name of a great mechanic.

Is the great mechanic your own name?

"Electronics and machinery are your abilities. Now that you have entered the first level of power, you should also have a list. Song Qing gracefully stretched out his right hand and shook it in the air. Unexpectedly, he had a piece of white paper in his hand. "There are 25 names of superpowers on this list. If I were you, I would pull them to my side as soon as possible.

"In addition, I need to add that only 50 of the 1,300 powers have such a list. Meng Fan, you are really lucky.

"I refuse!" Meng Fan said firmly, "I just want my life."

"Real?" Song Qing smiled even happier, "Are you very happy that you killed someone today? There is a demon in the heart of any power, Meng Fan, don't disobey your heart. In addition, see the world clearly, listen to the voice of the world, and think about it.

Song Qing's figure gradually faded, but it completely disappeared into the air in a few seconds, and the list floated weakly. Song Qing's last words floated in Meng Fan's ear: "I must tell you one thing that these 25 people may be killed by other powers at any time. Meng Fan, the great mechanic, follow your inner guidance and go!"

Meng Fan stood up, suddenly stretched out his hand and held the falling list in his hand.

I'm a power person. No matter how I escape, I can't change my identity as a power. What's more, when I use the control over the car to kill the fat man today, I clearly feel the uncontrollable pleasure.

Is there really a demon in my heart?

The great mechanic is really an interesting name. Meng Fan looked ahead at the position where the 'jumper' Song Qing disappeared, and his eyes were extremely firm.

When he got home, Meng Fan went straight into his room, sat down to **, and opened the list without hesitation.

'Ghost's Eye' Li He, 'Porter' Ben Michelle, 'Beauty' Su Qian, 'Iron Hand' Dong Meng, 'Wind' Qian Sanhai, 'Phantom' Qin Yingying, 'Bomber' Randorf, 'Purple Butterfly' Inoue Xi...

One personal name, one by one, one name related to ability, gradually, Meng Fan's eyes became hot.

Continue to look down and see that this list has annotations for everyone. Although it does not indicate what their ability is, it clearly explains their location.

Macao, Dalian, Nanjing, the United Kingdom, Russia, Japan... There are only 25 people, but they are almost all over the earth.

However, who is the owner of Song Qing's mouth? Why did he choose 50 powers and assign a list of 25 people to each? Meng Fan doesn't understand.

However, the only thing that can be sure now is that from Song Qing's last sentence, it is likely that there will be a war between the powers, and anyone on the list may die.

Unless these people are united to form a force that other powers dare not underestimate. And you will act as a link.

Putting down the list, Meng Fan couldn't wait.

I don't want to have power, let alone want the powers on the list to unconditionally obey their orders.

But because of loneliness.

There are only 1,300 people in the world, and there is no doubt that they are different. As a power, in addition to the glory above the rules of physics, there is also a deep sense of loneliness.

This loneliness should be similar to the feeling of standing on Mount Everest overlooking the earth, which is indescribable.

"Maybe the world no longer belongs to me. I am destined to enter another world. Meng Fan suddenly remembered the great country again. The descendant of Guwu Baquan, who was originally the representative of China's highest combat power, could only survive carefully after the appearance of the superpower.

"Okay, go find these people on the list!" Meng Fan stood up and took a long breath. As soon as he made this decision, he actually felt a sense of relief.

"However, 25 people, who should I visit first?" Meng Fan opened the list again.

Su Qian, a 'beauty artist', lives in Dalian and is the closest one to Changchun. It's better to be close than to leave. Let's visit her first!

After the decision, Meng Fan was in a happy mood. He lay down to ** and fell asleep.

The next morning, Meng Fan first went to the cold noodle restaurant and gave the cold noodle restaurant, which had just opened for more than half a month, to two chefs. There is no fixed salary, and no amount of money they earn is theirs. This kind of profitable work makes them happy.

Then, Meng Fan returned to school to cancel his student status and went through a lot of procedures. After two hours of running around, he finally completely broke away from this third-rate school.

Finally, at 5 p.m., Meng Fan called the mouse and glasses and asked them to go to a private room in a seafood restaurant near the school.

"Xiaofan, what's the matter?" The mouse hurried to the private room first. "I played too high with my girlfriend last night, and now I'm still confused."

Meng Fan just smiled, handed over the menu and asked him to order first.

After ten minutes, the glasses also arrived, and a pair of black eyes were like pandas. Obviously, they stayed up all night programming.

The dishes are complete, sea cucumbers, abalone, scallops..., a rare meal.

All kinds of seafood are tender, smooth and fragrant, and mice and glasses are very happy to eat. Meng Fan talked and laughed with the two, but did not show any difference.

At the end of the dinner, Meng Fan suddenly put down his chopsticks and said lightly, "Glasses, mouse, I'm going too."

"Puff--" The mouse was drinking with a bowl of soup. After listening to Meng Fan's words, he didn't pay attention and sprayed half of the table.

"Meng Fan, what are you talking about?" The glasses also looked very surprised.

"I said, I'm leaving. I've checked out of school and will leave the city tomorrow."

The mouse and glasses look at each other in silence.

"The big country has left, why do you have to leave?" The mouse finally asked.

Meng Fan shook his head and said nothing.

Because Meng Fan really doesn't want to deceive these two good friends.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, and the three silently left the restaurant and returned to the villa. In the living room, Meng Fan took out two bank cards and said to them, "I have paid the rent of this house for three years. You can continue to live there. And these two bank cards, each with 100,000 yuan, you can take them and use them first.

The mouse and glasses shook their heads stubbornly and resolutely refused.

Meng Fan had no choice but to take back his bank card and chatted with the two for a while. Then he returned to the room and lay on the back and turn.