"Mess with Fark!"

Brady's heart was broken.

First, he found that an outsider had broken into his home.

Then I was told that everyone was of the same kind.

And then I got the news that 'we're already wanted, well, most of us are guys who don't live twenty minutes in the movies, and you're lucky, you should live thirty minutes.'"

Brady didn't have any ambitions to save the world, and likewise, he didn't think he had the ability.

He can't help these people.

However, these people insisted on forcing him to help, and even started to do it.

So Brady was on fire.

"Tigers don't wield! When I'm a sick cat?!"

Brady yelled in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was a series of scoldings as he grabbed him by the back collar.

But his shouting and scolding obviously couldn't break Hank's grip on him.

There's only one way to break free from Hank's clutches – no, rather, to escape from the clutches of these 'madmen'.

"Boom ......!"

Brady finally used the 'weapons' in the room.

On the walls and ceilings, all kinds of light bulbs exploded in an instant, and all kinds of broken glass pieces splashed wildly for a while.

Each piece is like a flying knife, a flying knife that is enough to cut through the cowhide.

The oven and refrigerator by the kitchen sink exploded at the same time, and the current far exceeding the load was applied to the main unit, and in a matter of seconds, the original electrical appliance was transformed into a mass killer relative to a car bomb.

"Professor!"

The first to react was Rogan, who pounced on Charles.

This man was a battle-hardened warrior, and he made the best choice at the moment of the incident.

He moved so fast that it looked like he had predicted that something like this was going to happen.

"Oh!"

The second to react was Hank, a man who was taken care of by Brady.

The light bulbs hanging above his head were additionally charged, and their explosions were several times more violent than those of their kind.

Shards of glass cut Hank's cheeks, and some of them even plunged directly into Hank's flesh, and in an instant, Hank, who was in a state of 'not yet transformed', was covered in blood.

He couldn't help but let out a painful sigh, and then, instinctively, he let go of the hand that was holding Brady.

"It's done!"

The moment the power that controlled him disappeared, Brady pulled his legs and ran.

This man had already left himself a safe way to escape.

However, Brady in this era is still too young.

The too young, too simple Tucson is broken!

Just as he had just taken a step, a strong force suddenly came from behind him.

"Ahhhh

'You can't live if you do your own evil', this sentence has always been common from ancient times to the present, from decent to villainous.

Hank covered his face, and a trail of blood flowed from his fingers.

There is an adjective called: "The face is all green".

And at this moment, Hank's whole body is blue.

His wild instincts pushed him to make the right choice.

He took a step forward.

The speed of the 'beast' Hank is by no means comparable to Brady at this time, not to mention that his speed has increased several times out of thin air at this moment.

"Phew!"

He is equipped with a presence that is both soft and hard.

That's Brady's back.

"Ahhhh......h

There was no doubt that Brady was knocked out by the crash.

This man, who has lived a frivolous life all year round, has been empty unconsciously, and his skeleton is frivolous.

He involuntarily burst out of the door of the room, his feet not touching the ground at all.

"Smack!"

As a room on the top floor, it is common sense that there is a staircase as soon as the door opens, so Brady, who can't stop his steps and can't control where he goes, simply falls down the stairs.

This 'click' was the sound of him grabbing the drawstring of one side of the wall lamp in a hurry and tearing it off.

How can a rope that is not as thick as a braid be able to carry the weight of a person?!

He fell, rolling down the stairs.

When he finally came to rest at the bottom of the building, he didn't even look like his mother.

This roll is not something that ordinary people can bear, even if it is a mutant, I'm afraid it's the same.

Brady, in particular, is not in the direction of his abilities on a physical level.

This man is already out of breath more than in breath.

But Brady was with his eyes open at the moment.

He lay on his back at the end of the stairs, his head tilted, his eyes just in time for a glimmer of blue sky peeking out of the cracks in the houses across the street.

There, there was a sudden blackness.

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"Woo......"

Mo Ye's head had already hung down, and he had lost all his strength to resist after activating the last bit of sword qi in his body.

His consciousness had sunk into chaos, and strangely, this chaos felt familiar to him.

Where and when did you experience it?

Was it the last moment?!

Or was it a long, long time ago?!

Mo Xie felt that his soul had left the body, but not in a 'floating' way.

He felt like he was falling.

"Looks ...... Someone like me is better suited to go to hell......"

A vague and ridiculous thought floated out of nowhere, but Mo Ye couldn't laugh at all at this moment.

He felt like he must be on a train to hell.

However......

I don't know how long it took, but at a certain moment, this sense of falling suddenly disappeared.

This was followed by a violent collision and concussion.

Heaven, Spin, Earth, Turn!

"Click!"

Mo Xie couldn't tell if the sound was coming from himself or from somewhere else.

Then, suddenly, he felt a sense of relief.

It was as if the chains had loosened on him, or as if someone had suddenly opened the window in a closed room to let in fresh air.

Mo Xie breathed the air greedily, and only then did he react:

"Can I breathe?!"

The confinement above the chest and abdomen has been loosened, and the diaphragm and ribs can finally be stretched.

"Am I alive?"

Breathing may not be a sign of being alive, but the stinging pain in the ribs is a clear reminder of Mo Ye.

He seems to be alive.

"Where am I?"

A person will ask a similar question when he wakes up from the chaos, but for Mo Ye at the moment, it is not so easy to know the answer to this question.

It was still pitch black before his eyes.