In the evening, it started to drizzle.
In the reflection of countless raindrops, it was as if there were invisible illusions covering the world. Through the countless fleeting raindrops, dozens of giant-like illusions could be seen.
The giants from the Kingdom of Longbo from Hell held fishing rods and threw out their hooks from another depth. Thus, the fishing hooks, which were the size of crane hooks, crossed the long distance between the borders and descended on the scene, hooking onto a lonely building on the outskirts of the city.
Just like fishing for a giant fish, they pulled.
Along with the silent roars and roars, the entire building and the surrounding area were pulled into an independent border by the fishing giants. The only thing left in the original place was an illusion.
Then, with a casual snap of the leader's fingers, a terrifying black light burst out from her fingertips. Flames appeared out of thin air and turned into a mighty tornado that soared into the sky. The terrifying power instantly tore apart the surface of the building, revealing countless traps inside.
"The passage is open, quick, quick!!!"
Following the leader's order, the Sublimators of the Social Security Bureau carried large shields and rushed into the building while facing the countless explosions. Only the continuous roars could be heard.
No one knew how many insidious traps were triggered, and the sound of collapsing could be heard. Ignoring all the walls and traps in their way, the team rushed forward and rushed straight to the core.
It was a race against time.
Before entering the border, the command center at the rear had already sent a message that the live broadcast had started in advance. There was no time for them to dawdle.
The Sublimators wearing Mingguang Armor rode on giant horses and took the lead, rampaging.
But what surprised them was that there were only countless traps waiting for them. Although it was dangerous, no one stopped them at all. All the rescue team's hearts sank. Green Sun's people had already retreated, and this place might already be empty …
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The armored Sublimator roared angrily and pulled on the reins. The translucent giant horse was a remnant of the border. As the horse raised its body, its iron hooves stomped down. Lightning and rumbling sounds burst forth, and waves of air swept out in a straight line, tearing apart the walls of the labyrinth that were pressing down.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
In the chaos, Yuan Zhao jumped up excitedly and took the lead to step on the protrusions on the wall. He moved forward along the wall as if he was defying gravity. His teammates couldn't stop him.
Then it was lifted up in the blast of the explosion.
He landed on the ground with his face covered in dirt. He coughed violently and looked handsome for less than three seconds. Mr. Tony from a barbershop dyed his hair into an afro. His face was also pitch black.
He was in an extremely sorry state.
"What's a kid doing?"
The leader slapped the back of his head and told him to stay at the back obediently. He waved his hand forward and a febrile wind burned the last gate into liquid metal.
The terrifying temperature spread out along with the pungent smell of blood.
Yuan Zhao, who had excitedly ran to the front, almost choked on the blood. Soon after, the sticky blood covered almost every inch of the wall.
"It's over." He was stunned for a moment. He turned around and asked, "Sister Mo, is that sissy already dead?"
"If you can talk, then talk more."
Mo San rolled his eyes and angrily slapped the back of his head. His fingertips flicked and ignited a flame. He took the lead and walked into the darkness filled with the pungent smell of blood.
As far as the eye could see, it was a hellish scene.
It was as if he had walked into a slaughterhouse.
"Mother … …"
Yuan Zhao, who was following behind, was stunned for a long time. Then he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Dead, dead!
Miserable like this, he was really dead … …
Thinking about how the first operation he participated in ended in failure, he suddenly felt a little helpless, and his heart became dispirited.
What happened?
According to the rules, shouldn't he first fight 300 rounds and then shake his tiger body and make that sissy kowtow? How did he die before 300 rounds?
There was no other way. Who told that gigolo to be so weak. If he couldn't save him, then he couldn't blame young master Yuan for coming late. Such a weak chicken, where did he get the courage to confess to his cousin?
He dragged his gun and powerlessly went down. He thought about at least collecting that annoying guy's corpse. Although he was overestimating himself, at least it showed that he had good eyesight!
Hey, seeing that you and I are in the same boat, I will reluctantly help you pay for the cremation set meal … …
"Let me see, where is it?"
Borrowing the light from Mo San's fire, he poked his head into the basement. Between the flowing blood and corpses, he heard faint echoes of painful groans.
Then he saw a pair of dark green eyes slowly lift up in the darkness.
"Fuck, a ghost!!!"
He leaped more than a meter into the air and subconsciously raised his spear to stab forward. Immediately after, he was kicked aside by Third Mo, "Ghost my ass! Don't be so surprised, okay? You've lost all the people in the Social Security Bureau! "
Yuan Zhao's face was pale with fright. He shrank behind Mo San and pointed at the end of the basement with a trembling finger, "He, he, he … … ghost!"
Chi!
With the sound of friction, in the darkness, the few blood-soaked matches finally lit up, illuminating the tragic appearance of the basement.
As if it was ravaged by a hurricane, the floor was a mess.
Viscous blood slowly dripped from the walls and gathered in the spreading pool of blood on the ground. Pale corpses fell on top of the pool of blood and overlapped with each other, forming a redundant tower.
From the fleeting light of the fire, a blurry and ferocious silhouette was revealed.
But what was shocking was that there were clusters of pure white irises and weeds growing in this tragic blood-red color. It was as if a miracle had sprouted from a dead life. It was so beautiful.
It was like breaking into an evil spirit's lair in the mountains.
Yuan Zhao was intimidated by the bone-piercing chill and froze on the spot.
But then, he saw that the stern figure seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and suddenly slumped into the chair.
"Oh my god, I was scared to death!"
Huai Shi wiped the cold sweat off her forehead in relief. "I thought Green Sun had come to kill us again …"
"I missed you so much, comrades!"
Without waiting for them to react, Huai Shi rushed up with an expression of being saved, as if he had finally found his savior. He warmly shook hands with them one by one, almost moved to tears.
"You don't know, there's not even a door in this damn place, there's no way to go out, there's nothing to eat, let alone go to the bathroom, there's no lighter to smoke … … Thank you Astronomy Society, thank you Social Security Bureau, comrades, you've worked hard!"
Mo San's hand was held, and his cold face couldn't help but twitch.
She suddenly felt a strange feeling.
What the hell is this! Were you kidnapped, or were you a lone hero that killed into Green Sun's lair and wiped out their whole family! What's the use of a rescue team?
When did the members of the Astronomy Society become so good at fighting!
Her first reaction was that the damn fatty who came to ask for help was probably playing with them!
"Dawarishi, please sit!"
"Dawarishi, smoke!"
"Come, Dawarishi, Kuo Luo!"
By the time they reacted, their hands were already stuffed with a bottle of iced happy drink. Then they saw Huai Shi run to the corner, dragging two guys who were still gasping for breath, and sent them in front of them.
Like an old farmer, he gave a simple and bold smile.
— — -Look, Dawarishi, this is a gift for you!
Captives, alive!
"… …"
So, what does this have to do with us?
The kidnappers were all killed by you, are we here to accept the fruits of victory?
The corner of Mo San's mouth twitched. Looking at that idiotic smile, he suddenly felt at a loss. What the hell is this?
In a happy and harmonious atmosphere, the Astronomy Society was a family, and the police and civilians were like fish and water, Mo San noticed Yuan Zhao in a daze in the corner.
"Yuan Zhao?" She was a little worried about the state of the youth, patting him on the shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing."
Yuan Zhao looked up as if he woke up from a dream, his sluggish expression squeezing out a smile with difficulty: "I ….. will go out and calm down."
With that, the youth weakly dragged his spear, turned around and left.
Like a walking corpse, he passed through the broken walls along the way, and finally, sat down on the steps outside the building, his pale face scared the big cousin who rushed over.
"What's wrong?" The big cousin looked at him in astonishment, "Are you okay, Yuan Zhao?"
"I, I'm fine … …"
Yuan Zhao smiled stiffly, but his expression looked like he was about to cry.
Can't cry, Yuan Zhao, can't cry, once you cry, something important will be lost forever.
But … …
The humiliating tears still couldn't help but flow down his face.
No matter what, it was difficult to dispel the scene engraved in his mind.
In the darkness, as the match was lifted, the cigarette was lit.
That pair of pitch-black eyes that were illuminated by the flickering flame, and that handsome face that was still stunning even though it was stained with blood.
His pitch-black hair hung down from his tattered shirt, falling between the blood and the white flowers, as if it had melted into the gradually blurring colors in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish.
That was a solemnity and coldness that couldn't be concealed no matter how tragic the background was or how ferocious the blood color was.
It was like seeing an exorcist in the light of heaven who turned around and gave the devil the middle finger, a killer who killed an entire gang for a dog, and then killed another gang, a mysterious hacker who wore sunglasses and a black trench coat and walked in the bullet time … …
At this moment, the fourteen year old Yuan Zhao suddenly had a deep understanding — — some competitions may not have even started, but the outcome was already predetermined.
And he ….. had already lost.
Lost at the starting line.
Without the power to fight back.
"Why!"
Yuan Zhao looked up to the sky and roared in grief, finally crying out loud: "We're both sublimators, why is he so fashionable!"
"… …"
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