That time in the office, Ling Du was still shocked by the numbness of the electric shock on his body, and what he encountered today was a thunderbolt that he couldn't even think of. The appearance of the short man next to him was even more shocking, so he distracted most of his attention? Ling Du couldn't even remember how his body felt when the thunderbolt was drawn down by the Void Shadow of the Bridge?

The short man reminded Ling Du of the eagle eagle he had seen when he was a child, which was turned into a fireball by high-voltage electricity. The fire caused by the short man was not as fierce as the fire on the eagle owl's body, and he could only see the body that had been pierced by lightning, and the drastic changes were so drastic that Ling Du was so frightened that he could go into the tree behind him to take refuge for a while.

At that moment, Ling Du thought of entering that space, and his consciousness turned inward, and his eyes were brilliant. Far from hallucinating, the ground could be seen inside, and the sky seemed to be covered with lightning. Ling Du didn't know how many thunderbolts he had been hit, but the splendor of the sky and the earth, there was every reason to believe that that space had been filled with lightning, either illuminated, or invisible lightning, replacing the void there.

Ling Du didn't dare to enter that space, fearing that his thin body would not be able to withstand the seemingly heavy and violent lightning, and it also made him almost witness the whole process of the short man's transformation.

The lightning electrode on the short man's body may have been transmitted by Ling Du, although he had already turned into a ball of light like lightning, and the intensity could only be said to be a small drop compared to the situation in the space that Ling Du saw.

The short avatar of the ball of light lasted for a rather short period of time, a bit like a flashing light. The lightning in the sky was still raging, and the short man had already been annihilated. The light on his body dimmed ninety percent, and his body was shaken by the thunder, and he fell backwards gloomily, and only then did a weak flame burst out of his body.

Ling Du touched his cheek, the hot pain, and the viscous liquid on his hands. However, the phantom of the bridge blocked all the rain that could fall on Ling Du's body, and he didn't find a drop of water flowing down the branches, and he might have been led into that space, so it was naturally impossible for his face to wet his hands.

The suffocating smell wafted from the burning of the short man's body, but it still couldn't hide all the faint blood that had crept into his nostrils. I forgot when I was injured, and I found the blood, and after looking for it, I saw what made him breathe in the cold air.

Ling Du had heard thunder rumbling before, as if thunder and lightning were falling and exploding around him. It turned out that it was not a thunderbolt, and of course it couldn't be separated from the cause of the thunder and lightning, and seeing the spear that the short man was still holding tightly, the spear had been deformed. It is very likely that the bullet in the chamber of the gun was struck by lightning and exploded, and some debris burst out and injured Ling Du's face. Fortunately, it's the face, not Ling Du's eyes.

"What did you do to him? Who are you?"

The short man had been suppressing his voice before, not wanting it to travel too far, there was the rumbling thunder, and the sound of rain, he was still so careful.

After the short man's accident, the last gunman's composure was no longer there, and he could see that his mood was more chaotic than the lightning in the sky, and he still cared about the level of his voice, looking hysterical and decadent.

If there were two of them who had succeeded before, Ling Du might try to calm him down with soft words. After the short man fell, there was no movement, and the lightning illuminated only a black mass that was obviously shrunken and deformed, and the human shape was not particularly recognizable. The flames after the flash came out of the short man's body, and the gods didn't dare to say that he still had life here.

The rest of the person was already showing signs of losing his mind, and all Ling Du could think of was to dodge. The space was filled with lightning, and it was no longer suitable for him to enter, but the person on the other side was in an extremely emotionally unstable state, and while he was shouting with tears in his eyes, the gun in his hand also rang out.

Ling Du didn't dare to verify his guess about his body, whether all the raindrops that were going to fall on him were collected into the space on the other side of the Nai He Bridge, he didn't have time to think about it, and naturally he wouldn't show a fearless high posture, waiting for the bullet to hit him first.

That person showed a crazy look, and Ling Du pounced on him without hesitation.

When I took Sister Liu and Zheng Xi into that space, I held their hands, at this time, I didn't want to catch the opponent, at least I couldn't let the distance between the two be too far, but I was facing a bullet that was close at hand, the pain of the previous butt had not passed, Ling Du didn't want to be hurt a second time, it was really unbearable pain.

If you look at it from a distance, Ling Du is a little looking for death, and the opponent has already fired a gunshot, but he still pounces there. The strange thing happened when Ling Du didn't feel the pain of the more intense gunshot wound.

Ling Du fell firmly to the ground, and the rain that could not be fully covered by the shade of the trees had turned the place into mud. Seeing soldiers on TV doing a similar training in the rain to fall into the muddy water, Ling Du felt that he was more real than those soldiers did. They were just training, but Ling Du was working hard, and he spared no effort, as fierce as a beast.

Ling Du didn't pounce on the gunman, the bullet didn't hit him, he should have been guided into the space on the other side of the bridge, and the gunman also disappeared out of thin air after the bullet.

Ling Du let out a scream that he couldn't restrain himself. This is a barren mountain, there is no soft grass, and there are a lot of muddy splashes when you lie down. The stone that was originally wrapped in soil could not be softened with the soil, and the bones in Ling Du's body were smashed with a muffled sound. The painful sounds, and the thunder that was still exploding in the sky, could not be completely concealed.

Ling Du's long scream stopped because he didn't have enough air, and he couldn't lie on the muddy ground all the time, at this time he was still in a good mood, the bullet couldn't hurt him at such a close distance, it could be said to be a miracle of the past and the present, when he could be proud of it, he would never hypocritically hide his burst of mood.

The rain did not abate at all, because the bridge was magnified, and it didn't rain for a while, and the cold that fell from the sky passed into Ling Du's mind with a hint of clarity.

Ling Du's body was very painful, the butt of the gun caused him internal injuries, and this time, his body didn't know how many large and small stones he had hit, none of them were softer than his bones, whether the bones were injured or not was not taken into account at the moment, and there were definitely a lot of fleshy wounds on his body.

Backwards back to the tree, Ling Du first remembered the smoke and fire that fell on the ground, and when he was looking for smoke, Ling Du suddenly screamed again, not as loud as the previous scream, but revealed a more complicated mood.

The smoke and fire were successfully found, and Ling Du's expression began to be abnormal again. A moment ago, I was complacent because of the miraculous work of building the bridge, and at this time, my heart was full of fear.

He was supposed to flee as fast as he could, but the pain in his body tugged at every nerve, and most of his body was numb, and he couldn't raise the strength to keep him running away for a short time. Of course, there was a big reason for the weakness, which was frightened by the fact that he almost ignored it.

I don't know if Ling Du's thinking is lagging behind normal people, or if his nerves are much thicker than normal people, his first thought is not to observe the battlefield, but to find cigarettes on the ground first.

It was when he was looking for cigarettes that Ling Du suddenly found that he was only a little more than a meter away from his current location, and the hand that touched the cigarette could reach the pile of charred wood-like wreckage without stretching it out.

Ling Du did forget for a while, there were still two robberies against him just now, the danger was lifted, and there was only relaxation left in his heart. When he saw the wreckage of the short man, and now that there was no more smoke coming out of the wreckage, he remembered that it was a corpse.

Ling Du had no such experience in the past, but today he was so close that the hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but start trembling, his eyes didn't dare to turn that way, and he always seemed to be inadvertently about to glance at it in a hurry, as if he was worried that the short man would suddenly get up and pounce on him.

Isn't that what the movie does?

The lighter exerted a little force, and the card bar burst into a low flame, and came to the mouth of the trembling cigarette. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it for a long time, Ling Du's fear was still vivid, and it was not so irresistibly drilled into his heart so deeply.

The protagonists seen in the movie don't seem to be as miserable as Ling Du, the two gunmen fired a shot after catching up with him, I don't know how many wounds there are on this body, and the pain on the face is still burning like a fire, it doesn't have much to do with these two gunmen, no wonder Mao Jun doesn't like to play with him, Zheng Xi also sees him as a rookie.

It's too tender to beat and kill him, and there is still too much to lack!

When I think of two living people, now one has become like black charcoal, my heart is straight up to the acidic water, my back is already close to the tree, and I always feel the cold wind from the back into the body, like falling into the ice hole, not only cold, but also the gloomy despair that occupies the mood.

The ground is muddy, and here the terrain is high, and there is shade from the trees, and it has not become a flooded country. The phone was taken out, and it looked intact after the fall, and there was no water, and the screen lit up quickly.

The chaos here must be dealt with, and he can't just walk away, and he doesn't want to be a murderer who absconds in fear of crime, so that his parents will not forgive him. But he can't directly hand over the wreckage to the police, the short man is not his hand, and he has an inexplicable connection with him, and it will also involve his secrets, so how to deal with it must be cautious.