"Daddy...... Mommy ......"

"Uhh......h

Yingli woke up from the bed touching the back of her head.

Now I feel like I've drunk a barrel of soju and I'm dizzy.

Didn't sleep well last night and had nightmares all night.

Yingli struggled to get up, poured a glass of water on the bedside table next to her, and drank it down. I took out the black pipe again, slowly poured in some tobacco leaves, and then put some crushed rock candy, and smoked it with a click, and my mood gradually calmed down.

He turned his head to look out the window, and the morning sun had risen, but his brow was still tightly locked.

He had a very bad premonition.

After he washed up, he went to a restaurant called "Yatie" in Yingcheng.

The Asian Railway Restaurant is a secret base in the camp city of the Sixth Bureau, and the place is located in the suburbs. Although it may not look big, the basement has three floors.

Yingli and his party will work here.

When he arrived at his destination, some of them were already working there in an orderly manner.

"Eng, it's your breakfast!"

A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears came early with a bag. This is the owner of the restaurant on the surface.

"Thank you, Uncle Wu!"

He took the breakfast and opened it to see that there were three buns and a cup of soy milk in it.

He immediately picked one up and ate it, until his mouth was full of oil.

He ate two bites of one bun in a few clicks.

"Lao Xu!"

"Yes!"

A man stood behind a computer in the back row.

"How many black ants have arrived?"

Black ants are special forces under the jurisdiction of the Sixth Bureau, and their whole body equipment is black and non-reflective, among which they are famous for their masks similar to ants, and their combat effectiveness is high, which is the first in the country.

"Report to the British team, the black ants should have eight people in four teams, but there are forty people in two teams!

"Good!"

He shouted again: "Xiao Li!"

"Here!"

A young man with the head of a chicken nest stood up.

"Was there anything unusual last night?"

"Report to the British team, everything is fine!" replied the young man, and then a little hesitant: "It's just ......"

"Just what?"

Shen ...... Team Shen said that he was going to ask Fan Yecheng for questioning. ”

"What?"

Yingli instinctively felt that there was something wrong here, he turned to Uncle Wu and said, "Uncle Wu, lend me the motorcycle at the door!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Get Shen Guo back!"

After taking the key that Uncle Wu threw at him, he immediately rushed to the door of the restaurant, rode a white motorcycle and drove away.

Along the way, although the smoke and dust were billowing down, it could not hide the anxiety in his eyes.

He tightened the throttle to the maximum, and the motorcycle was like a roaring snow leopard, wrapped in a cloud of smoke and dust on the green grass.

The mountain road was rugged, rubbing through the woods, and finally reached the thatched hut.

He hurriedly jumped off the motorcycle and opened the door, only to find that Shen Guo had fallen on the grass, blood staining his whole body.

"Shen Guo!"

He gritted his teeth and slapped himself twice in a row, trying to calm himself down.

He stretched out his right hand to Shen Guo's nose and probed it, but he was already out of breath.

Damn it!

He ran out of the door like crazy and ran wild through the woods.

Shen Guo has been his good friend since he was a child, and Shen Guo has known and become acquainted with him since his first day in the sixth game. In Yingli's heart, Shen Guo has always been his eldest brother. Unexpectedly, he actually died in such a sloppy house full of bad luck.

Damn the devil!

No matter how cruel the punishment was, it would not be able to erase the hatred in his heart! He really wanted Fan Yecheng to never be able to live forever!

Where is he?

Turning around a forest, Yingli saw Fan Yecheng walking slowly in the distance. Enraged, he rushed straight up, raised his staff and slashed.

Fan Yecheng rolled and passed by with a cane. He hurriedly ran forward.

"Don't run!"

Yingli waved his cane, and the big tree with a thick bowl mouth next to him was cut off at the waist, and flew towards Fan Yecheng in response. Fan Yecheng looked back, and with a roundabout kick, an astonishing amount of dark energy was released from his legs. With one leg sweep, the trees instantly turned into black charcoal.

Yingli didn't give up, and with a pick of his cane, a stone weighing more than five hundred pounds flew towards Fan Yecheng, and Fan Yecheng was also kicked and broken with one leg.

I saw that the black light at Fan Yecheng's broken arm was sheng, and another arm actually grew.

Yingli was so disgusted that he chased after him and beat him hard. Fan Yecheng didn't seem to have the intention of fighting, and had been dodging Yingli's attack. Suddenly, he spotted the gap between Yingli's attacks, broke through the attack range, and walked away.

"Don't run!"

Yingli chased after him again.

Two people, you chase after me, and go to the back of the mountain. But when I saw the sand and rocks flying on the road, the desert scene was revealed between the dense forests.

Yingli saw the opportunity to stab forward, but was flashed by Fan Yecheng.

Fan Yecheng jumped and jumped off the back of the mountain from the right side. Yingli ran over to take a look, but saw the weeds that were all over the body, but there was no trace of Fan Yecheng.

Damn it!

Yingli searched around, hit the grass when he encountered it, cut down the trees when he encountered it, and vowed to find Fan Yecheng.

Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and as soon as he turned around, Fan Yecheng actually walked on the back of the mountain again.

He chased after him again, threw away his cane, and the cane turned into a streamer of light and flew straight over, sending the unprepared Fan Yecheng flying more than thirty meters away.

"Poof!"

Fan Yecheng got up in embarrassment, and when he saw Yingli running over to attack again, he was shocked.

Just as he wanted to ask, Yingli interrupted him with a loud shout:

"Devil!

At that moment, with a wave of his cane, he sacrificed his life to call him.

Fan Yecheng didn't know where to go, so he could only dodge left and right. Caught off guard, he was hit by a cane, flipped three times in the air, and fell to a tree.

"Ahem, what's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter, you devil, pretending to be an elephant with onions in your nostrils? If it weren't for the national flag and photo album in your house, I would have sent you to the eighteenth floor of hell!" Yingli shouted angrily:

"Just by you, you also deserve to miss your relatives?"

He pulled out a photo album from his bosom.

When Fan Yecheng saw it, he immediately roared: "Don't!"

With a "tearing", the album was torn in half, thrown by Yingli, and turned into confetti flying in the air.

"You...... You bastard!"

Fan Yecheng's eyes erupted with fire, and his body was black for a moment. The hatred in the sky turned into a black substance. He couldn't tolerate it anymore.

"Come on!"

Yingli pulled out his black pipe and held it in his mouth.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing the battle form of Fan Yecheng's whole body black, and two long knives coming out of his arms.

"Whew!~~"

Fan Yecheng roared, crossed in front of Yingli with lightning speed, and slashed wildly with both knives.

He played very unruly, and Yingli responded calmly.

After seventy or eighty moves, Yingli spat out a puff of smoke, enveloping Fan Yecheng in smoke.

Fan Yecheng jumped to the side, but saw that there were Yingli figures in front of and behind him.

"Death!"

Yingli around shouted loudly, and he was about to kill Fan Yecheng under the staff.