Jim Hope, who was squatting in the grass and concentrating on the shoulder, was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around hurriedly and pointed the gun behind him. But after seeing the person clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and put the gun back into the holster on his waist. "Dee." Ann, why are you here?"
"No one was found at the police station or at home, so I guessed that you came here," Dean said casually, and then looked at Hope with great distress. This guy's mess might ruin his plan, "Didn't I remind you? Don’t mess with Hawkins Lab!”
"It was because of your reminder that I discovered that the laboratory had installed a bug in the police station to monitor the actions of the guys." Hope looked into Dean's eyes. "I thought about it carefully. If they do this, they must It's because they are still doing shady things, abducting children from other places just like they kidnapped Jane nine years ago. And my intuition tells me that Jane is in the laboratory now."
"So what, are you going to drill a hole through the power grid and get in there to find someone?" Dean pointed his finger through the bushes at a bright camera under the barbed wire and said sarcastically, "Can't you see that thing?"
"Surveillance is not omniscient." The sergeant smelled faintly of alcohol. He must have drank some wine not long ago.
"Even if you could avoid the surveillance and sneak in to rescue Jane..." Dean asked, "Where would you place her?"
Hope waved his hand in the direction away from the laboratory, "Don't worry about the rest. Go home and don't let Paqui worry."
Dean shook his head, "We have been on the same boat since we found Terry together. Once you are caught by the laboratory, I cannot escape the relationship. You must tell me your plan!"
Hope looked up and down Dean's young face, "Go and find your parents honestly. This is not something you can interfere with."
"Isn't it okay if I have a big fist?"
After Dean finished speaking, he straightened his right hand and swung it towards the Sheriff's face where he had been beaten. The latter's skin stung like needles, and he instinctively raised his forearm as a shield to block his face, thanks to the large amount of professional fighting he had received in his youth. During training, he blocked the incoming punch.
But that's all.
In recent years, uncontrolled drinking and taking drugs had damaged his body. He couldn't react any further, so he felt a chill in his crotch and was kicked to the lower body by Dean.
Severe pain!
A muscular arm tightly strangled Hope's neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground, rubbing his face against the rough tree trunk. He couldn't breathe and couldn't move even after struggling desperately. His face quickly turned pale due to suffocation. Pig liver color, brain lack of oxygen, vision becomes bright red and blurred.
Consciousness enters a dying state.
Hope had a hallucination. He saw a little girl lying on a white hospital bed. She was as delicate and adorable as a doll. She had a nasal cannula inserted, her eyes were closed tightly, her skin was as pale as a piece of paper, and she was so transparent that it was about to disappear at any time.
He reached out excitedly to grab the girl, but just when he was about to touch her, everything was gone.
The cold murderous intent in Dean's eyes softened and he let go of his hand.
breathe…
Hope lay on the ground panting in despair. Sweat mixed with tears soaked all his clothes like a river, and a line of silvery saliva dripped uncontrollably down his lips to the ground.
He regained his composure and realized that everything before was just an illusion of the past. He laughed at himself and said,
"If I were ten years younger, I would show you some color."
"I'm just telling you a fact...even I can kill you easily, let alone the people in the laboratory." Dean looked at Hope's embarrassed face, "Now, tell me your plan."
Hope slid to the ground slumped against the tree trunk and sighed, "I have an ancestral home on the outskirts of the next town. If I can rescue Jane by chance, I will place her in the ancestral home and take her with me when the time comes. Reunited with Terry.”
"Is that place hidden?" Dean's head moved and he asked,
"It is located in the center of the forest, with no one living within a radius of dozens of miles. It is almost a no-man's land. Even if the entire town's residents mobilized, they would not be able to find it."
"Take me to see it."
"Not now, I'm going to the lab to find someone right away."
"Looking for someone? I think you are looking for death!"
"Don't you understand, a girl was snatched away from her mother right after she was born, and Terry lost her for nine years!" Hope's eyes widened, and his beard trembled and sprayed on Dean's face. Shu Xingzi said, "Have you ever had a daughter? Have you ever experienced the feeling of watching her being taken away? Do you understand the pain and powerlessness?"
"The opportunity to make amends lies before me. This time, I must save her."
Dean looked at the police chief's red eyes and wiped the saliva from his face.
"You have been able to live to this age, and you have worshiped the God of Luck, right? But today you are going, let alone the God of Luck, God can't protect you." Dean put his arm around his shoulders and forced him to go out. , "But I can guarantee that you will see Jane safe and sound, and you will see Jane and Terry reunited."
"But not today!"
…
The emotional police chief was forced to take Dean to his ancestral home, a simple one-story wooden house that was covered with dust and had not been inhabited for several years.
The two took out mops and brooms and carefully cleaned the house to prepare for the people moving in. Dean also took advantage of the situation and made his promise.
"I will ask a few professional friends to help, and wait up to three days before we enter the laboratory together."
"In three days." Hope said firmly, "Whether you go or not, I will enter the laboratory."
When the time comes, it will be strange if you can get in.
Dean said this in his heart and nodded.
…
The next day, it was a rare cloudy day, with dark clouds in the sky and a biting cold wind that made people stand on their backs.
Dean confirmed that he had stabilized Hope, and after changing his clothes, he rushed to the lumberyard and lay down on the thick branch of an elm tree to observe.
The atmosphere was oppressive, like the calm before the storm.
Car after car drove in from outside the forest, and soldiers got out of the car one by one and joined the attacking team.
This continued into the evening.
There were more than a hundred people gathered in the lumber camp. Most of them had distinctive hairy features, such as soft wavy hair, low and wide faces, and well-developed beards and body hair. There were also a few women with slender figures and delicate looks.
No matter whether they are men or women, there is absolutely no sign of superpowers.
Yuri kept issuing orders to everyone. The new team updated their weapons and equipment, and the original soldiers quickly checked the cars and supplies.
Check completed.
Everyone lined up and stood in front of the lumberyard again.
Yurian held his head high and delivered a loud, passionate and contagious speech in Russian.
Although Dean was listening to a book from heaven throughout the whole process, he clearly felt the tension of pre-war mobilization, and he knew that the time had come.
When no one was paying attention, he jumped off the tree and was suspended in the grass 10 centimeters above the ground under the shadow, like a manta ray swimming on the submarine plain drifting towards the parking lot.
He flew under an off-road vehicle and used both hands and legs to grab the clinging object tightly, then turned into a statue and remained motionless.
It is worth mentioning that the chassis of this car is high enough off the ground, giving him plenty of room to display, while the chassis of ordinary cars is too low for people to hide in.
…
"Ula! Davarish!"
Yuri shook his fist vigorously and ended his speech with the slogan "Death-like".
"Ula! Ula! Ula!"
Hundreds of people in the square responded loudly, and the huge sound of mountains and tsunamis echoed in the woods. Dean under the car was in a trance for a moment, as if he had seen a small Red Square military parade.
Wait until he comes to his senses.
Everyone rushed to the parking lot quickly and without chaos. Soon, all the twenty-odd cars were full. The military equipment in the warehouse was emptied. Even the searchlights on the sentry towers were removed. The heavily guarded military base It was once again an abandoned lumber camp.
Yuri took the lead and led the convoy to the southeast in the direction of Hawkins Laboratory. The rolling wheels raised dust all over the sky, and the soldiers in the car had cold faces and firm eyes, like a pack of wolves rushing to the hunting ground. .
Dean, who was lying under the car like a gecko, survived half an hour in a turbulent ups and downs.
At a fork in the road where the convoy arrived, two cars left the large group and headed toward the main road to the south. The off-road vehicle Dean climbed on was one of them.
"What's going on? Where are you taking me?" This change caught Dean off guard, and in the blink of an eye he could only see the taillights of the peloton.
When it got dark, the off-road vehicle turned on its high beam and sped across the dark road.
Dean finally saw that this was the road to Hawkins Town. His heart suddenly trembled and he looked inside his car.
The driver in the front row was speaking Russian with a thick vodka accent. The soldier on the left in the back row was holding his gun, his knuckles were white, and his lips with green stubble were trembling slightly, looking a little nervous. The veteran on the right handed him a small Jug, patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Look at this situation. Are they going to enter Hawkins Town and start a killing spree to draw firepower for the laboratory's operations?"
But Paqui, Jonathan, Dustin... relatives and acquaintances are all in town.
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and a strong wind surged out of his arms.
Whoosh——
The silver shuttle flew across the night sky, and the shadow of the past flew out of the bottom of the off-road vehicle with it and flew out of the driver's seat window.
The shadow swooped through the car window like a poisonous snake, aiming for the driver's neck and biting him!
Tear--
The sharp edge cuts through the flesh, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
An arc-shaped gap was pulled out of the driver's neck in an instant. The pale trachea and damaged arteries were exposed to the air, and spurts of blood dyed his chin, neck, and chest red.
Amid the coldness, suffocation and bone-piercing sting, the driver instinctively stepped on the brakes.
Then, amidst the harsh friction between the road and the tires, he wailed and covered his wound, but he couldn't cover it up.
The two soldiers in the back row shouted anxiously and took out the bandages and disinfectants from the medical bag to help him treat the wound.
He didn't notice at all that a transparent shadow circled the rifle that was put down next to the rolled-up sofa in the back row.
Turning off the safety, the dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at the bottom of the helmet, above the bulletproof vest, and at the defenseless back of the neck.
Da da.
There were two slight gunshots, and the bullet penetrated the neck and continued to shatter the side window glass, opening up a spider web-like pattern.
The two soldiers fell down without saying a word, and the blood seeping out drew a large hellish graffiti on the car door, and then slid down and soaked the sofa red.
In just five seconds, the battle ended before it even started, and the sliding off-road vehicle finally stopped on the side of the road, leaving only a weak and painful gasp.
…
Dean let go and landed.
The power of telekinesis opened the front and rear car doors and dragged out three soldiers who were like mud. Dean broke the necks of the three people in succession like turning a valve, relieving their pain.
The board has fever three times.
Three bright red prompts appeared in front of you.
You killed Igor, Milan, and Oleg, and your proficiency +15,
Fighting lv3(65→80/400)
The Sulian people are really experienced.
Dean admired and dragged all the corpses behind the off-road vehicle, squatted down and peeled off one of them's military green jacket and helmet to replace the camouflage uniform, and then took out a test tube from the fantasy space to collect some of the blood.
Suddenly there was a sound of car horns on the road ahead.
He looked up.
The high beams illuminated a hard, dark outline. Another Ford SUV heading toward Hawkins Town noticed something unusual about the car behind it, so it turned around and drove back.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters.
The car stops.
The three soldiers in the front car jumped out of the car on both sides, squatted behind the bulletproof doors of the two cars, set up their rifles, and shouted in Russian.
Dean picked up a newly captured AK, put the butt of the gun on his right shoulder, aimed with his right eye, and activated the lv3 shot. He instantly seemed to have been using this gun for more than ten years. The feel of holding the gun has subtly improved. This firearm It seemed to become an extension of his arm, swaying slightly up and down with the rhythm of his breathing.
With a perception of over 15, he has excellent eyesight. Under the headlights of the car, he can even clearly see the beards on the faces of the three people opposite him.
A strong shooting confidence arises spontaneously.
Da da da!
The gun fired horizontally.
A series of bullets hit the front of the off-road vehicle with a clanging sound, leaving craters, and the left headlight exploded with a crackle.
The soldier on the left groaned and lay down with a bloody hole in his neck.
You killed Mirnov... +5 proficiency.
After Dean's attack, the opponent immediately launched a more violent counterattack!
Da da da!
The two soldiers on the left and right fired dozens of bullets at lightning speed, and they cooperated tacitly. The cross-fire never stopped, almost turning Dean into a shrunken turtle behind the car, not daring to show his head at all.
Dean tried to fire several shots towards the opposite side, but they were blocked by the bulletproof reinforced car door.
So he changed his mind, holding the firearm flat with both hands in an awkward posture and placing it in the gap between the chassis of the car and the ground.
With his hands as steady as sculptures, he repeatedly fine-tuned the angle of the muzzle from a God's perspective and aimed at a tactical boot under the right door.
Pull the trigger.
Bang bang!
A cloud of blood burst out from the bottom of the car door. The soldier covered his boots in pain, but lost his balance and fell out of the car. His helmeted head and half of his face were exposed to Dean's field of vision.
The next second.
boom!
A bullet tore into his cheek, leaving a line of blood on the ground from the shredded flesh and bone.
"You killed Zaitsev, proficiency +5, shooting level 3 (195/400)."
Seeing that all his companions were killed, the last man squatting behind the right door let out an angry roar with a blood-red face.
A shocking scene appeared——
Suddenly a flash of fire lit up in front of Dean's eyes.
He was surprised to see the soldier actually lift a red fireball out of thin air, which was as dazzling as a small sun and penetrated the night.
Faco! A person with super powers?
The fatal crisis made his temples beat with gratitude.
Dean instantly dropped the covering car and jumped to the right like an arrow!
The next second——
A red straight line passed through the night sky and hit the car.
Boom.
The fireball detonated the entire car!
The ground shook suddenly, and the shock wave of the explosion ripped off a car door, sending it spinning onto the road. Fire snakes rushed out of the window, and flaming steel and glass fragments scattered everywhere, like fireworks flying all over the sky!
There was even more surging heat waves rolling around. Dean, who had escaped not far away, trembled at his feet, lost his balance and fell forward, rolled to the ground again, and got up!
The short hair on the back of his neck was slightly burnt, and the ghost armor surrounding him shivered and shrank inward.
Dean had an intuition. As long as he was hit head-on by a fireball, the "Shadow of the Past" would be seriously injured and disbanded immediately, and would not be able to be summoned for the next day.
Then get out of the way!
At this time, a fireball appeared again in the hands of the soldiers 150 meters away, and it was thrown towards him from a distance!
Swish--
This time, Dean reacted very quickly, with more than fifteen agility and full power. He was like a ghost flying in the night.
The fireball hit his previous position, and he had already moved twenty meters closer to the opponent, completely away from the scope of the explosion.
He began to snake around in circles to avoid attacks, and at the same time, he continued to approach the target. The ghostly figure was so fast that it left an afterimage in the sound of whirring through the air.
boom!
boom!
Burning paths opened up in the night sky, and balls of flames exploded on the road.
Sulian threw several fireballs in succession, but his reaction was too slow, and the fireballs he released could not lock on Dean at all, and could not even touch his shadow.
The oppression of death made his breath hot, but facing the enemy's inhuman speed, he had no choice but to attack and attack in vain.
The distance between the two of them narrowed in the blink of an eye to the range of eighty meters of telekinesis.
The sleeves slid down into Dean's palm like an arrow, and were immediately thrown away by him.
Whoosh——
The silver arc flashed.
A huge gap like a baby's mouth was suddenly opened on Su Lianren's neck. He extinguished the flame in his palm and tried his best to cover the wound, but the flowing blood could not be stopped at all.
Dean, who was far away, saw the opportunity and stopped sprinting, holding an AK from a distance and pulling the trigger at him.
Da da da!
The recoil caused the muzzle to move up and down irregularly.
In the narrow space in front of the car door, the permeating gunpowder created a sheet of hot white smoke, with dazzling sparks and splatters of blood surging.
The flame controller shook like an electric shock with every gunshot, dancing mechanically to a crazy rhythm.
Plop.
A sigh of extreme resignation.
The tattered doll-like body fell in a pool of blood, eyes wide open.
"You killed the superpower Bakiyev, proficiency +5, shooting lv3 (195→200/400). The supernatural hunter activated, and you absorbed 0.5 points of will. Will: 15.2→15.7."
It wasn't until he received the death prompt that another half minute passed before Dean stopped shooting and leaned over cautiously. After all, who knew whether this guy would self-destruct before he died and die with him.
"But the super power of controlling flames is actually the attribute of will. Shouldn't it be the spirit?"
"This ability is quite powerful, but it's useless if it can't hit me."
The whole battle lasted less than two minutes, and Dean was still breathing steadily without a drop of sweat on his forehead.
At the same time, he also had a clear understanding in his heart. Unless a superpower with a single ability is particularly powerful, it is not enough in front of him. He can find a variety of flexible ways to deal with the opponent.
The advantages of comprehensive development are beginning to appear.
But now is not the time to celebrate.
Resolved the fire threatening the town of Hawkins.
Another more exciting action awaits him.
Dean cleaned up the bodies and cars at the scene.
I got into the Ford SUV with the dented door, turned around and drove towards the Hawkins Laboratory.
(End of chapter)
