"Oh? Ren Baqian has appeared? And there's an unknown woman beside him? Someone is coming down the mountain? How many people? What's their purpose? I got it. Keep an eye on them. I'll head over now. "Yang Sen hung up the phone and hurried downstairs to She Mountain.
When he was about to reach the foot of She Mountain, he glanced to the side and suddenly shouted, "Stop the car."
The driver quickly stopped the car. Yang Sen rolled down the window and looked outside. He saw two bear-like men, who were 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall, swaggering into the main entrance of a hotel.
Although he wasn't familiar with these two men, he had seen their photos many times. In fact, most of the people on the mountain had this kind of build. Coupled with their bald heads that reflected the sunlight, he could even recognize them just by looking at their backs.
"What are they doing here?" Just as this thought emerged in Yang Sen's mind, he saw the two men swagger to the flagpole at the entrance of the hotel. They placed their hands on the flagpole, pressed down, and broke the white steel flagpole that was more than ten centimeters thick.
Originally, their looks and figures were rather frightening. Naturally, they attracted a lot of attention when they entered the hotel.
The security guard, who was about to step forward to question them, was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks.
Then, the two of them carried a flagpole each and ran away. They didn't go through the main entrance, but carried the flagpoles that were more than ten meters tall, jumped over the wall, and ran away with the wind …
Everyone at the entrance of the hotel was dumbfounded by the shocking scene just now.
There was also a group of tourists who had just gotten off the bus, and their eyes widened when they saw this scene.
"Oh my god!" Gasps were heard one after another!
There were originally three flagpoles, but now there was only one left standing there alone. Someone pushed it with a look of disbelief. This thing really wasn't made of straw!
Soon after, Yang Sen's phone rang.
"I saw what happened. You guys go and settle it. I'll go up the mountain." Yang Sen picked up the phone and said as he watched the two people disappear into the distance.
"This speed is at least 60 miles per hour!" The driver looked at the two people in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim at the same time.
This wasn't a car, it was a person!
Sixty kilometers in an hour, one kilometer in a minute, and a hundred meters in six seconds. Even a flying person wouldn't be that fast. Moreover, the two of them had maintained the same speed and had run at least one kilometer.
"Follow him," Yang Sen said.
100 meters in 6 seconds. If it was just a few hundred meters or a few hundred meters, it would still be acceptable, even if it had already broken the world record.
But to maintain the same speed for a few kilometers, or even run all the way to the villa, was too scary.
This meant that the other party's explosive speed far exceeded this speed, possibly reaching a hundred meters in three seconds, two seconds, or even one second.
This speed was too terrifying.
Was this the strength of the soldiers in the Blessed Enclave? Even if they were elite soldiers, this level of strength was too terrifying.
From the very beginning, Yang Sen knew that the other party was a soldier. After all, he could tell at a glance from the aura of having gone through hundreds of battles. He just didn't know what level the other party was at.
He had used the detector to observe these people. The power contained in their bodies was about the level of thirty to forty elite special forces in the country, and the value was between 1,000 to 1,300. They were almost like miniature Hulks.
And at this moment, it seemed that in terms of speed, they didn't have any shortcomings.
In a place with complicated terrain, fighting with enemies with such speed was simply a disaster.
In a second or two, they could reach you from a hundred meters away. Unless you opened up a distance in an open area, the opponent wouldn't be able to react. In places with complicated environments like cities, most of the time, the distance was only a few dozen meters, a dozen meters, or even a few meters.
It could be said that before you could react, the other party had already reached you and killed you with a punch. These people didn't even need weapons. Their bodies were extremely powerful weapons.
No wonder those two people hadn't been caught in the Southern Dynasty. In the end, it was the two people who followed them who found them.
No wonder those special agents died in such a short time.
Then the question was … what was up with the bullet holes on their bodies? He didn't think that those special agents could injure so many people at such a short distance, even if they were fully armed and holding weapons.
Yang Sen sat in a car far behind the two people. Occasionally, there would be cars passing by, and the drivers were all dumbfounded. These two people carrying a white steel flagpole ran faster than a car!
When Yang Sen arrived outside the villa, the flagpole inside was already set up.
On the ground in the middle of the villa, the two people stuck the flagpole into the ground more than two meters deep.
Yang Sen was also sure that those people could indeed travel long distances at this speed. From the hotel to here, it was at least five or six kilometers. The two people didn't slow down at all and seemed to still have energy to spare.
However, he didn't have the time to think about this as he was attracted by the situation in the courtyard.
He stood there with more than a dozen people. There was also a big man who was tied up and tied to a rope on the flagpole.
Behind them, Qi Zixiao, who was dressed in red, stood there with her arms crossed and a cold look on her face.
Around her were the members of the Messier 87 department who stayed here to watch.
"Raise the flag!" he said as he stood in front of the dozen people.
Then, a familiar sound of music rang out.
"Arise, slaves who are cold and hungry.
Arise, the suffering people of the world.
Our blood is boiling, and we must fight for the truth.
The old world has been utterly defeated. Arise, slaves.
Don't say that we have nothing. We want to be the masters of the world … "
"F * ck!" The onlookers from the Messier 87 department were shocked when they heard this music. What were they doing?
The Internationale? Or was it the Tang Dynasty version?
"Raise the flag! What are you waiting for? Raise it slowly. There must be a sense of ceremony and solemnity! "Ren Baqian said to the woman who was wearing baggy jeans and a white shirt under the flagpole.
"Learn from me and salute."
Whoosh!
More than a dozen people imitated Ren Baqian, raised their arms, and pointed their palms to their temples. They gloated as they watched the big man, who was tied up and had a wooden ball stuffed in his mouth, rise with the music … Float with the wind … Flutter in the wind …
"F * ck!" The people from the Messier 87 department were even more shocked. How could they do this? They wanted to shout '666'.
Yang Sen, who was in the distance, almost spat out his saliva. What were they doing?
They ran to the hotel at the foot of the mountain to snatch two flagpoles and scared the hell out of everyone just to raise a flag … It was to raise a person …
"The ceremony is over." Ren Baqian retracted his hand.
Only then did the people behind him put their hands down. Many of them felt that it was fun and raised their hands again and again.
"Mr. Ren, what are you …?" Yang Sen quickly stepped forward and asked.
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