"This team wants to sell me as a commodity. In the end, I have to pretend to be generous and forgive them before joining their team?"
Dean couldn't swallow this breath, and murderous intent boiled in his eyes.
Then leave no one behind!
"Medium difficulty means that one of the five people with superpowers needs to be found and eliminated first."
In addition, from the perspective of God, there are three locks on the side of the coffin lid, and he cannot open it from the inside.
…
"Everyone, Clayty's idea is actually quite reasonable," the blond man defended his girlfriends with a serious face. "In the past eighteen years...a supernatural event has befallen her. It is becoming more and more dangerous and difficult to deal with. Next time... What unfathomable danger could it be again?”
The red-haired woman tightened her grip upon hearing this, a hint of fear filling her royal blue pupils.
"It's hard to let her support herself anymore. Maybe in a few years, we will lose Clayty forever, and without her, the team might as well just disband!"
The blond man said solemnly,
"For long-term development considerations, we should introduce another powerful supernatural person."
…
Everyone in the carriage turned their eyes and fell into thinking.
Unnoticed, an invisible shadow crawled out of the altar slowly like a poisonous snake.
"You're right." Bradley broke the silence and patted the coffin gently, "But not this time. The guys here are beyond our control and must be dealt with as soon as possible. In the future, at the right time, we Then think of ways to add more members to strengthen the team.”
"Are you kidding? Do you think people with superpowers are just homeless people on the street who can be found casually? If you miss this opportunity, who knows how long it will take to bump into them next time?" The blond man insisted.
"You heard me right. Have I ever let you down?" Bradley squinted his eyes and looked at the black-haired man next to him and the driver girl in the front row.
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.
There was a slight hissing sound in the carriage.
Immediately afterwards, a strange and terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone without warning.
A bright silver arc flashed.
Wufeng, who was originally in the red-haired woman's hand, automatically broke away from her grasp, and the sharp, cold light went straight up and brushed across her fair and fragile neck.
But there was a "pop" sound in the air, and the board that could easily cut through flesh and blood hit an invisible and solid barrier and was instantly bounced away.
The woman was not injured at all.
But no one had time to react.
The bounced board fired electricity at the black-haired man opposite, severely slicing open his defenseless neck.
There were no surprises this time.
Uh-huh!
The black-haired man's skin was torn open, revealing a gaping hole like a baby's mouth.
The blood sputtered out like a fountain, splashing a large line of coquettish blood in mid-air, staining his chin and the coffin lid in the center of the carriage red.
He instinctively reached out to cover the wound on his neck, his face looking horrified and stunned.
"Jesus!"
"FXXK, save him quickly!"
"Claidi, stop the bastard!"
"Donna, go to the hospital!"
The elbows and armpits became raw, and the compartment exploded like boiling porridge.
But this group of people had a tacit understanding and were panicked but not confused.
squeak--
The tires scraped the ground harshly, and the driver, Donna, instantly turned the car around and headed back to Las Vegas.
Bradley quickly took out disinfectant spray and sterile bandages from the tactical backpack at his feet with both hands, and handed them to the blond man. The blond man bandaged and pressed the injured companion to barely stop the bleeding. He also received a shot of adrenaline and was ready to inject it at any time. .
The red-haired woman, Clayty, stood up from her seat, bent her knees and half squatted, spread her hands to both sides, and suddenly made empty fists with her open palms!
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and an invisible force exploded centered on her body, accurately locking the board suspended in mid-air and holding it firmly in place.
But things are far from over.
The shadow of the past hiding in the corner of the carriage released his mind control and took advantage of the chaos to wrap up an AK-47 placed beside the seat.
Quickly turn off the safety, pull the bolt handle backward, move it close to the ground to the side of the coffin, and aim the muzzle of the gun at the closed lock on the outside of the coffin.
An invisible force pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots in a row.
The three locks locking the coffin lid were disconnected and fell to the ground!
Three ricocheting bombs penetrated the roof of the truck in reverse direction, and dazzling sunlight poured in from the holes.
The expressions of everyone in the carriage changed drastically.
"Watch out for the gun!"
The blond male instinctively raised the shield on the side and covered himself and his injured teammates.
The driver, Donna, leaned back desperately.
Clayty lifted her right hand like a beat, and the invisible force immediately rolled up the AK-47 and pressed it firmly against the side wall of the carriage.
Dean in the coffin released his God perspective and turned his attention to the fantasy space. He glanced at several lemon-shaped M26 grenades with his eyes as sharp as knives.
"You guys treat me to a gun."
"I'll treat you to grenades!"
Two seconds later, two M26s appeared next to Dean's handcuffed right wrist.
Shadow of the Past slightly lifted the lid of the coffin, wrapped the grenade, pulled off the tab, released the safety clip, and threw two small lemon-shaped objects out of the coffin, rolling past FBI agent Bradley on the ground. At his feet, he rolled to the feet of the blond man holding the shield.
It happened so suddenly.
The blond man noticed something strange under his feet, and his eyes shrank as if they were pricked with needles.
The fatal curse instantly occupied his entire mind!
"Shield!"
With a wild roar, he took one last look out of the corner of his eye at Clayty, who was struggling to control the board and rifle, and then raised the concave surface of the shield to press the grenade regardless of his own safety.
boom!
A deafening explosion rent the air.
The flat and wide interstate highway shook like an earthquake.
The small truck that was running smoothly began to bump violently, and clusters of irregular cracks appeared on the originally smooth body shell.
The huge impact that erupted inside blew open the rear doors of the carriage, and one of them fell to the ground with a crunch.
The windows on the front, rear, left and right were all shattered early, and crystal glass shards fell to the ground like rain.
Like the rising tide of sea water, boiling white smoke rushed out in every direction along the frame, wheels, and rear doors of the vehicle, while bright yellow light and flames flashed out.
Finally, the deformed car, like a drunkard covered in smoke, staggered off the main road and drove into the desolate wilderness next to it.
When the smoke clears.
The car came to a complete stop. It was full of big holes and dilapidated, as if it were a scrapped car that had been parked in a junkyard for several years.
boom!
The lid of the black coffin, which was still intact in the carriage, was overturned and fell to the ground.
Dean struggled to stand up from the small space with his locked hands and feet.
For a moment, I felt dizzy, my eyes were dazzled, my stomach was churning, and I felt like I wanted to vomit. It was like I had been on a roller coaster all day and had been punched in the temple several times.
Even with the double protection of iron skin and ghost armor, the close-range explosion impact made him drink hard.
He stood up and looked around.
The carriage seemed to have been graffitied by a spray artist with red dye, and the blond man who had caught the grenade was nowhere to be seen.
His blood, broken flesh, broken limbs, and internal organs were all over the roof, side walls, and floor of the car.
A foot wearing black boots was hung behind the driver's seat, an arm broken from the elbow with white bones exposed was resting on the seat that had been blasted into rotten wood, and a charred head rolled on the right side of the coffin, still steaming. White smoke was rising, and a lock of light blond hair was faintly revealed.
Dean saw the intact board, and with a thought, he asked Ying to take it back to his palm.
In this hell on earth, four people lay scattered on the ground.
The driver, Donna, was pinned down in front of the steering wheel and unconscious, her back was bloody and covered in shrapnel.
Bradley and the black-haired man's faces were charred and motionless, with blood oozing from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their breathing was weak.
As for the red-haired lady sitting on the ground.
Dean glanced at her face. Even after experiencing an explosion, it was still fair and delicate.
She was like a sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed awake by a prince.
Dean's heart beat violently, and the shadow of the past rolled up a submachine gun between the broken limbs, pointed it at the woman's head and pulled the trigger.
Da da da!
The muzzle spits out flames, and the bullets tear apart the space.
The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes angry and desperate. The fear brewing in them seemed to turn into reality, and she stopped a row of consecutive bullets in the air.
It’s like a frozen photo!
She gave Dean a small wave.
A huge force hit Dean's chest, like a full-charge train taking him into the air, flying out of the coffin and broken carriage, flying five meters away, and landed heavily on the barren sand. It rolled around in embarrassment for several weeks.
His whole body was in pain, and his face was distorted.
…
Another heartbreaking wail came from the carriage.
On the sandy ground with clear skies, it seemed as if a Category 8 storm suddenly blew up. The wind violently tore off the remaining iron door behind the carriage and threw it far towards Dean.
The wind is blowing!
Dean rolled hastily, and the rotating blade-like car door passed over his head and plunged diagonally into the ground.
Almost cut off his head!
Ghost armor! Mimicry!
Dean continued to operate, and the shadows of the past turned into armor to protect his body. At the same time, the skin and bones under his black suit bulged and squirmed strangely, as if they were alive. The intense and rapid pain swept over him like a wave, making him tremble all over.
Immediately, a shiny silver pistol appeared in the center of his cuffed hands - an M1900.
In front of him, a woman in a black combat uniform jumped out of the car with a graceful posture, holding tightly the head of the blond man.
A string of crystal tears slid down her smooth and sweet face.
Those red sapphire blue eyes looked towards Dean from a distance, and the despair in them was chilling.
The woman twisted her neck.
There was a clicking sound in the air.
Dean's wrist holding the gun suddenly broke in reverse, and the gun in his hand fell limply to the ground.
Another force of thought took hold of his body, and it was incompatible with the "shadow of the past" that protected him.
Under the influence of the conflict between the two energies, bursts of harsh crackling sounds erupted in the air.
In just a blink of an eye, telekinesis took over.
Dean seemed to be wrapped around his body by transparent strong tape. The tape was getting tighter and tighter. He was unable to break free and his face turned red. At the same time, he was wrapped in this force and involuntarily stood up straight and floated upward...
The woman slowly raised her palms, and Dean's toes, which he tried to straighten, also left the ground. His whole body floated to a position two meters above the ground, his body stretched like a stick, and his restrained limbs tightened.
And because he was in the process of mimicking, the skin on his face was squirming and changing like plasticine, and oily sweat crazily drilled out of his pores, glistening in the sun.
This scene is extremely strange.
Dean was like a heretic who was put on a stake at a high altitude and scorched by invisible flames!
"Why!" The woman took a step closer to him while holding a charred head. While twisting her right hand, she asked hysterically, "Why did you do it?! Why did you kill them!"
"Why do you have the right to be angry?" Dean, who was being held up, seemed to have heard a big joke. A sarcastic smile appeared on his rapidly deformed cheeks. "I have never offended you, but you attacked and kidnapped me. I treated you like a kid." The goods are sold to disgusting companies for human experimentation.”
"You attacked me first and you didn't allow me to fight back?"
Dean asked sternly, groaning in pain again under the influence of the force of thought that compressed his bones.
The red-haired woman cried with a broken voice,
"I never wanted to kill you, I was already trying to convince them to let you join! Why do I do it so suddenly? Why can't I wait any longer?"
"You are such a kind goddess. You insulted me and threw me another bone... Hiss... do you need me to kneel down now and thank you for not killing me? Thank you for looking up to me and introducing me to this great organization. Team?" Dean spoke harshly and tried his best to anger her, but the shadow of the past behind him quietly controlled the blood and soul on the ground to rise up to his back,
In the blink of an eye, Dean's Asian face suddenly turned into another completely unfamiliar black face.
The woman suddenly took two steps back, her cheeks turned sickly red, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent, "No matter who you become, you will die!"
"Bury them with you!"
"Destroy!"
She roared wildly and twisted her palms vigorously again.
In an instant, surging mental power burst out from her petite body, strong winds blew, her red hair was flying, and the yellow sand under her feet filled the air, turning into khaki ribbons, circling around her body.
It makes her look like a goddess who controls the power of nature.
The stormy wave of thought power completely overwhelmed the shadow of the past that protected Dean.
Click, click, click...
Amidst the numbing sounds of bone cracking and painful groans, his wrists and ankles, which were held in mid-air, were all deflected 180 degrees backwards, and his elbows and knees also seemed to be twisted. After half a turn, the skin and flesh were peeled away, revealing white bones and stubble.
The atmospheric pressure seemed to have increased tenfold in vain, and the pervasive pressure caused traces of blood to ooze from the exposed skin on the backs of his cheeks and hands.
"Destroy!"
The red-haired woman screamed and approached him, her face crazy like a mental patient.
This invisible force further penetrated the skin and entered Dean's blood vessels and internal organs, squeezing his body inwards, causing his five internal organs to shift, and blood oozing from his seven orifices.
Dean was like a rag doll that was held up in the air and tortured and dismantled wantonly.
The pain was so intense that his entire face was completely distorted. The dripping sweat and blood soaked through the black suit and white shirt, dripping along the toes of his dangling toes onto the withered ground.
"die!"
The woman twisted her palm further, like slowly turning a valve.
Dean's neck also began to tilt backwards, and his cervical vertebrae began to creak!
But the opportunity has come!
He suddenly stretched out his hands tremblingly to the side, and the M1900 quietly floated there.
This moment.
The Shadow of the Past gave up all protection except for Dean's vital parts, and used all its strength to bless his twisted hands, which were bound and twisted, so that his hands could firmly hold the handle of the gun.
this moment.
The gun is integrated with the body and mind, as if it controls destiny!
Dean's painful and twisted eyes glowed with an intense brilliance that was like burning life.
The spirit merged into the blood and soul along the palm!
The barrel of the gun was hot, and the muzzle was raised and pointed at the red-haired woman.
Spirit bullet mode!
Bang bang!
Empty the magazine.
A large piece of .44 Magnum instantly passed through a distance of ten meters and hit the barrier in front of the woman. The madness of revenge on the woman's face solidified.
The spirit bullet radiates circles of ripples and ripples visible to the naked eye against the barrier.
Crazy shock!
After one breath, they were like sharp, uncast needles piercing the balloon!
Bo!
There was a loud bang.
A spherical light flashed in mid-air, and the mental barrier dissipated.
The forward-moving bullets penetrated the woman's abdomen, shattering half of her body, and the bloody man fell backwards to the ground.
In just the blink of an eye, the outcome was reversed.
The woman only felt a burst of boundless weakness and had a splitting headache.
Smiling slumped, he calmly accepted his fate, and used his last strength to stretch out his trembling bloody hand to his lover's blackened head, with deep longing shining in his eyes.
"Vance, Sister Donna, Miller...wait for me...will be here soon...don't separate."
She almost couldn't reach her lover's head with her tired hands.
Dean stumbled over, obeyed her last wish, and put his head into her arms.
Then he put a soul-freezing coldness on her forehead,
"I'll bury you all together and burn you," Dean said.
boom!
The woman had a big hole in her forehead and fell into a pool of blood with a relieved smile.
As soon as the board became hot, a reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes.
You killed Clayty Munroe, proficiency +2, shooting lv3 (110/400) specialization Supernatural Hunter was activated, and you absorbed 1.5 spirit.
Spirit: 16.1→17.6.
With this increase in spirit, the gap between 13.5 will and it increased to an unprecedented 4 points, and the balance was broken.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Dean heard a sound similar to a water tank breaking.
…
"Vance...Vance..."
Pictures of blood spurting passed before Dean's eyes, and the red-haired woman shouted angrily,
"Destroy it... destroy it!"
"Bury them with you!"
"Ha ha."
The nocturnal species showed a ferocious smile, and the snakes on its head showed off their sharp fangs.
"We can kill if we want!"
The indistinguishable voices of men and women are confusing in my mind,
"North!"
"Go north!"
One after another, hallucinations and terrifying screams entered his mind, echoing wildly, like sharp knives mercilessly piercing Dean's brain!
He hammered his throbbing temples with a distorted expression.
But to no avail.
He quickly froze on the spot, his expression changing like a nightmare.
I don’t know how long it took.
Covered in cold sweat and breathing rapidly, Dean woke up from the complex hallucinations, his lips moved, and his face was dull with a trace of residual distortion.
He patted his stinging temple.
Take a deep breath...
Calm down the irritable mood and relieve the pseudomorphic state.
The key was found from Clayty's body and the handcuffs and shackles were unlocked.
Then he grabbed a few energy bars from the fantasy space, took them apart, stuffed them into his mouth, and filled his bottomless pit of hunger.
His broken limbs began to twist in reverse, and the injuries in the deformed state quickly disappeared with sweat and shaken off hair and skin.
More than half a minute later.
"Black Dean", who was originally disabled, returned to his original state. Except for a little dizziness, there were no injuries on his body.
He moved the red-haired woman's body and the head back to the broken carriage.
Then find the last remaining survivors of this team.
Bang bang!
Two gunshots were fired.
You killed Donna and Miller, proficiency +20, shooting level 3 (130/400)
"Let me go." When Dean pointed the gun at the FBI's forehead, the FBI suddenly woke up, pleading in the narrow slits of his eyes, and said intermittently in a weak voice, "I'll tell you about a company. secret…"
"I'll ask myself. You chose the wrong target..." Dean narrowed his eyes and shook his head condescendingly, "You shouldn't mess with me."
"It shouldn't be."
boom!
You killed Bradley Lincoln, proficiency +5, shooting level 3 (135/400)
…
A scarlet red prompt flashed in front of Dean's eyes.
Event - Contact, 100% completion.
You gave up the gentle negotiation method and chose the most cruel and explosive method, killing all five sneak attackers.
You can withdraw your rewards at any time.
…
Now is not the time.
Dean took a tube of blood samples from each of the corpses and put them into the fantasy space, then doused them with gasoline and jumped out of the car.
Fire a tracer bullet.
Boom!
The flames ignited the gasoline, and red light shot up into the sky and enveloped the broken steel, making Dean's cheeks red and covering up the traces of the fierce battle.
Dean took out a new pair of clothes to replace the ripped suit, turned unsteadily and walked towards the road.
"Thirty-thirty. Change your clothes, catch a ride, and still have time to go to the graduation prom."
(End of chapter)
