Crimson Comes

When Captain Ouyang's order was issued, everyone in the chaotic fifth block was in action.

On the surrounding walls, on the ground, and even in the reflections of the glass, there are images of little girls with small jack-o-lanterns and two pigtails on their heads.

They stared straight at Uncle Gun, and their delicate little hands reached out to Uncle Gun from all directions.

At first glance, it was as if slender white mushrooms were growing in all directions, crisscrossing each other and grabbing at his bare head.

Uncle Gun's seemingly obese figure shifted and rolled between square inches.

Almost no one can dance freely between these fine shadows, but he actually did it unbelievably.

Believe in the rules of the golden ratio.

If there is only one escape route left in the mess, the first thing they see is this route.

The power of the Soul Eater Banshee fell in the form of a projection, like a heavy rain.

It has a wide coverage, but it is still very difficult to threaten the superhumans of the law system.

While jumping, Uncle Gun heard the captain's order in the communicator.

"Do your best to prevent the demonic force field from corroding the neighborhood and prevent the demonic projection from attacking civilians..."

"..."

Just as he was about to leave unrestrainedly, he suddenly stopped, and a person with a stable figure did a backflip, stood on the street light bar by the roadside, turned around, and saw the figures of countless twisted and crowded little girls. Superimposed and stretched towards his body.

Uncle Gun took a deep breath, and his pupils suddenly turned into strange shapes.

It seems to reflect a triangular-shaped pattern, and inside the triangle, there is a complete circle.

The next moment, Uncle Gun's body showed a strange aura.

It was as if he was just standing loosely on the bar of the street light, but this posture has been fine-tuned countless times.

The standard is to the extreme, and it seems to be extremely comfortable.

Gives a feeling: If this stance also needs a standard, then it should stand like him.

This is like a trainee cultivated in the strictest studio, even if it is just a smile, it has been strictly managed.

If it's just to protect yourself, then leave.

Anyway, the power of the Soul Eater Banshee is difficult to deal with, but it is almost impossible to hurt the law system.

But since the captain said he wanted to stop the demon projection from destroying the city, he wanted to hurt her in turn.

"Little granddaughter..."

Uncle Gun reached a perfect standing posture according to the standard, squatted down on the street light, and slowly aimed forward with the shotgun in his hand.

When he stared at one of the girls, he was staring at all the other girls.

Then he frowned, his eyes full of disgust: "Why are your braids on both sides not so long?"

At this moment, he is not joking, but really hates it.

It seemed that she hated the fact that the girl didn't comb the braids on both sides to be as long as they were left and right.

It was as uncomfortable as seeing the left and right shoes of different colors.

The next moment, he shot violently.

A bullet from the shotgun rushed out, and with a snap, fire, sound, and the flying bullet formed an attack.

This time, the attack did not refer to a bullet, but to some conceptual power.

The power does not fly towards a certain place like a bullet, but spreads out within a certain range, dispersing the power, like countless arrows, towards Uncle Gun's field of vision, every "error" that he thinks is uncomfortable and does not conform to the rules. "Rush.

And with the determination to erase it.

"Wow..."

The shadow cast by the scattered demon power was smashed into a mess by this gun, and it was difficult to form.

A bullet swept away.

Even the radiated demon energy field was swept away.

Like a collapsed domino.

The demon projection, which even Wei Wei couldn't effectively kill, was vulnerable in front of Uncle Gun.

"My teammates, I'm Uncle Gun."

"Now I will walk around the seventh block and destroy all the projections of the Soul Eater Banshee in sight!"

"Please cooperate with your teammates at your convenience."

Uncle Gun took back the shotgun and spoke into the communicator, and even his voice seemed to be unregulated and rigorous.

Twisted his figure, rushed to the building next to him, and disappeared.

……

……

"Ask for directions?"

Suddenly, on the street in the middle of the night, I met a little girl who asked for directions.

I don't know what others will do.

But the warm-hearted Ye Feifei was more than agreeing, and was about to send her there directly.

But she still couldn't answer, because before the little girl's words stopped, she suddenly saw another little girl with a jack-o-lantern coming to her side, with the same tone, the same tone. expression, and asked her this sentence.

"Sister, can I ask you for directions?"

"..."

She thumped in her heart, and then saw the third, fourth, fifth...

In the distance, figures of little girls with jack-o-lanterns appeared one after another, and they came towards her, forming a circle.

The projection of demon power will only appear randomly in a certain area.

Unless it is specially arranged, each projection will subconsciously search for a spiritual body.

Unless some people who have a powerful demonic energy field themselves will be taken care of by the demonic force field for the first time.

It's like being in a torrent, the wider the object, the more powerful the impact will be...

Ye Feifei's energy field is not strong, but there seems to be an invisible vortex around her.

He literally attracted these projections that should have been scattered to his side.

Facing dozens of identical little girls around, Ye Feifei couldn't answer her words no matter what.

She blinked, and suddenly threw the popsicle, shouting and rushing back: "Ghost..."

The shadow of the girl was surrounded by her, and the dark alley behind her was the only way to escape.

But as soon as Ye Feifei turned around, he stumbled on the curb.

Behind her, many slender arms stretched out to reach her brain. Under this grasp, they actually caught nothing.

But then, the little girls leaned over again and grabbed the back of her head.

"Uuuu..."

At this moment, Lucky's blue sports car rushed forward with a roar, shooting a dazzling light.

She was still in the car, so she drifted, turned the body around, looked down through the window, and saw Ye Feifei who seemed to be surrounded and kicked by a group of little girls with jack-o-lanterns, she couldn't help but slightly Shaking his head with emotion:

"At the level of the captain, you only attracted three projections for the first time, but you attracted more than a dozen..."

"As expected of a born unlucky..."

"..."

Ye Feifei was already surrounded by him. I'm afraid Uncle Gun came and couldn't rescue him.

But Sister Lucky just squinted her eyes slightly. Before the car was stopped, her palms had already come out of the lowered car window, holding a short and sturdy, only one bullet, which looked more A small pistol like an ornament.

A white mist appeared in her pupils, and she chanted in a low voice, "Lucky Bullet."

"Bah!"

When she fired the bullet, she didn't even see where the bullet would go.

The car didn't even come to a stop when the shots were fired, and the bullets had nowhere to go.

Taking a step back, even if it hits, the bullet can't cause damage to the demon projection, but it may kill Ye Feifei with one shot.

But Miss Lucky still didn't look at it and fired the bullet without any hesitation.

Then this bullet, which was free from the muzzle, flew out with a kind of freedom and willfulness. With the propelling force of gunpowder arbitrarily, it flew to the marble base of a building that was dozens of meters away from Ye Feifei, or even in the opposite position. It bounced back on the tough marble base, changed its orientation by 180 degrees, and landed on the transformer of the nearby electric pole.

The next moment, the transformer exploded violently.

Three or four wires flickering with sparks flew down like fireworks and intertwined.

Like a ball of electric flowers, it swept right in front of Ye Feifei's body.

"Buzz"

The figures of the row of little girls standing in front of Ye Feifei became uncertain.

The current of the high-voltage electricity destroyed the stability of the demon force field, causing a brief vacancy in the encirclement.

And the direction of the vacancy is facing Miss Lucky's sports car.

Sister Lucky didn't even look at it, she was calmly withdrawing the pistol, she stopped the sports car at will, and pushed open the other side door.

"boarding."

"..."

When Ye Feifei stumbled and climbed into the sports car, Sister Lucky stepped on the accelerator, started the car before countless little girls chased after her, and picked up the communicator: "I've already picked up Feifei, and I'm going to take her in this block. Go for a ride."

"Uncle Gun can report a location to me, and I'll bring you some more gifts."

……

……

Miss Lucky is really amazing...

In another direction, Wei Weizheng sighed sincerely.

He believed that it must be Sister Lucky's lucky **** that made his plan so smooth.

He lifted the shroud of the breath of death and rushed forward facing the endless illusion.

The interference of the projection of the Soul Eater around him made it almost impossible for him to distinguish the path. So I just kept stepping on the accelerator and slammed forward fiercely along the blurred road. In a way, it's no different than driving with your eyes closed. But he rushed from the seventh block to the ninth block in one breath, and the body was still intact, which made him grateful for the magical underwear.

The jeep roared and flicked its tail, and rushed into another street in the shadows of the demons around it.

Ahead, the distorted shadow is getting lighter and lighter, and is close to disappearing.

As if the storm at sea, the closer it gets to the core, the more calm you can feel.

Wei Wei's mouth slowly twitched into a smile, holding the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand had already touched the gun handle on his back.

The jeep was getting closer and closer to the hospital, but it didn't mean to slow down.

The engine roared, ready to rush in.

"Uuuu..."

But also at this moment, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly sounded, and a sidecar rushed down from the third floor of a building next to it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Captain Ouyang in a silver trench coat shone with countless blocks. The reflection of the glass fragments, like falling from the sky...

...and then slammed into the door of the hospital with a bang.

Because the speed of the dive was too fast, the sidecar next to him almost flew out.

"crunch..."

Wei Wei, who was greatly surprised, hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

Almost rammed the captain's motorcycle into the hospital with one head.

The madness on his face disappeared immediately, grabbed the gun, jumped out of the car, and rushed to the captain to salute.

"team leader……"

"..."

Captain Ouyang took a deep breath and wiped his hair before turning his head sharply, looking at the honest Wei Wei in front of him with surprise.

Even after such a violent impact, the hair with thick wax was not scattered.

It's just that there seem to be some inferior lipstick marks on the face.

"Why did you come here?"

The expression was somewhat annoyed: "Didn't I say that you should not change your mission goals midway?"

"..."

"I……"

Wei Wei's expression was a little embarrassed, and he hurriedly said, "You didn't assign me a task just now, so I came here."

"Didn't I arrange it for you?"

Captain Ouyang thought about it carefully. Just now, he seemed to be really in a hurry, so he just arranged tasks for the old team members.

"Then you, a newcomer, can't go into such a dangerous place..."

"What should I do if something goes wrong?"

"..."

"team leader……"

Wei Wei accompanied the smiling face, and simply took out the gun that he had hidden behind him, and said, "Let's work first!"

"Look, I've come here..."