The old Alendt took a taxi again to Los Angeles International Airport. This time he tried to avoid the eyes of the security guards, and when he came to the departure hall, he saw the guards who were waking up the fainting police on the floor, and he secretly watched from a distance.

"What's going on with those policemen, I can't do it. Could it be that the spiritual method would have such a great effect on ordinary people! Well, yes! Not bad!"

Arendt thought to himself with some smugness.

The police questioned the security guards, service personnel, and passers-by about what had happened, and they were soon led out of the hall by the service personnel, while Arendt and Gianna's two suitcases were still leaning against a green plant, seemingly untouched.

"I'm really lucky, I'll take my suitcase with me first. ”

Arendt walked forward at great speed, not at all like an old man in his old age.

He glanced at one of the guards as he passed by, and nodded politely. The guard smiled politely back, but then the smile froze.

I saw that he quickly took out a booklet from his pocket, and when he turned to a certain page of the booklet, his eyes kept changing between Arendt and the booklet, as if he was comparing something.

Alendt realizes that something is wrong, can he be recognized in this way, and he laughs at himself or underestimates the security guards.

He sped up to the trunk, and as his hands gripped the two suitcases, the guard's muffled voice came over. "Hey, wait...... Yes, that's you!"

Arendt looked back at the point of incomprehension, but collided with the gaze of the guard. The security guard was running towards Arendt quickly after shouting.

Arendt wasn't flustered. The gap between ordinary people and spiritual powers is like that between babies and adults, and the fierce and vicious guards in front of him will definitely not be his opponent.

He just stood still, cynical to see what would happen next.

"Hey, old fellow, I don't think you can fly anymore, I'm curious what the hell you've done!"

The guard had walked up to Arendt, speaking with a hint of banter, apparently believing that the old man in front of him could not pose a threat to him.

However, he was wrong.

Arendt released his spiritual power first, intending to use it to control him. However, it was immediately discovered that the security guard's helmet was the same as the helmet worn by the policemen, and the spiritual power he released was like hitting a wall, and it was impossible to enter the guard's mind.

The move of spiritual power to control the mind was easily defused by the opponent's equipment.

So Arendt changed to a more direct way, a slight flash of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and then a light-speed punch hit the opponent in the abdomen.

The speed of this punch was surprisingly fast, and even the guard, who was close to being beaten, only saw the afterimage of a fist, and then he felt as uncomfortable as a river and a sea in his body, and his expression was painful, and he fell to the ground in response.

Ignoring the other party, Arendt picked up the booklet and flipped through it.

Sure enough, it was full of portraits of spiritual powers, and several of them were also known to him.

Flipping through the pages, he finally saw his portrait, and to his great surprise, there was not only a portrait of him when he was twenty years old, but even a portrait of him when he was forty, sixty, eighty, and one hundred years old. Five portraits are neatly arranged in a row.

He hadn't paid attention to it when he was flipping through the booklet, but after seeing that his portraits of different ages were on it, Arendt looked at the situation of the other psionic beings.

Sure enough, as she expected, each psychic had five portraits of different ages in the booklet.

"This damn shadow, it's amazing!" he cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, he saw two more security guards running towards him. In the distance, there was also a phone call to the police.

These guards are nothing, and it won't be easy to deal with if the policemen come back, after all, the special bullets are not easy to deal with.

Afraid of what comes.

Just as Arendt was about to leave, eight police officers sprang out of the door behind the service desk in the distance. They were the same policemen who had been stunned by the Alendt sun.

Arendt didn't think much about it, and directly applied his spiritual power to his feet, and the wind under his feet appeared, and a faint white light appeared.

Arendt picked up his suitcase and ran ten times faster than Carl Lewis to the exit of the departure hall.

But before he was halfway there, "Bang, bang, bang!bang!" several gunshots rang out at about the same time as the pain of the bullet cracking his muscles, and the faint smell of burnt flesh was faintly heard.

Arendt felt a limp under his feet and collapsed to the ground. Judging by the pain coming from his body, he was shot twice in the back, one in the waist and one in each leg.

There were five gunshots just now, which means that all of them hit Arendt. He felt a little tricky, there were at least five sharpshooters in it.

Arendt lay on the ground, motionless. To outsiders, he seems to have been killed, but in fact he is analyzing the current situation and how to deal with it.

The psychic's senses are extremely sensitive.

To outsiders, the gunshots occurred almost simultaneously with Arendt's shot, but Arendt clearly felt that the gunshots came a few milliseconds after he was shot.

By estimating the distance between him and the shooter, the speed at which he runs, and the angle between the path he runs and the path of the bullet, combined with the speed of sound of 340 meters per second. He roughly judged that the approximate velocity of these bullets that specialized in dealing with spiritual powers was about 550 meters per second, which was far faster than the speed of ordinary pistol bullets.

Thinking of this, Alendt secretly scolded the shamelessness of the shadow in his heart, he really encountered a problem this time.

"No, with my fastest psychic Shadow Trail, no, the maximum speed of the Shadow Trail is only about the speed of sound, so obviously it can't escape these special bullets. I'm afraid the sun doesn't shine, the distance is too far, and the effect is too small. Besides, these people are still pointing guns at me, and if the bullet hits the head, I will be in trouble, and I may die. What to do!

Arendt lay on the ground, his brain racing, but he was constantly tangled.

Step by step, the team of policemen slowly approached Arendt, their guns kept on him, and if he made any moves, they would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

The situation is getting more and more serious, the police are getting closer and closer to Arendt, and there is not much time left for him to think.

"Fight! Die and die!"

After thinking about it to no avail, Arendt decided to use the spirit magic Light and Shadow Trace.

He was silent on the surface, but he had wrapped a large amount of spiritual power around his body, and then the photons in the spiritual core began to assimilate these spiritual powers. It was as if a fuse was sticking out of the spiritual core, and the photon was like a spark, instantly igniting all spiritual power.

All the spiritual power was instantly assimilated into photons, and at the same time, Arendt's body also turned into a ray of light and flew towards the exit.

Seeing Arendt's change, all the police officers immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced Arendt, who was incarnated as a light.

Being hit in this state will also hurt, and Alendt only feels dizzy and difficult to maintain the state of light, so he has to return to his human form.

"No! I don't want to die yet! How can I lose to these ordinary people, it's ironic, ironic! I'm going to rush out, rush out!"

Arendt was extremely unwilling, he didn't give up, his unyielding, his perseverance made his spiritual power skyrocket. Struggling in despair, erupting in struggle, his speed of light and shadow climbing to three times the speed of sound in the explosion.

Arendt surpassed himself, he succeeded, and everything around him seemed to freeze in frame. The bullets were like butterflies flying, and they couldn't touch him at this point.

The light that Arendt transformed into instantly rushed out of the hall door, and in his excitement, he circled around the airport twice, and then he returned to the hall to get two suitcases.

The policemen saw Arendt disappear, and before their surprised expressions had dissipated, they saw him suddenly appear in his original position.

They were about to shoot, but they found that they had lost their target again, and all the witnesses in the hall were shocked and panicked.

Arendt used the Light Shadow Trail to reach a street near the airport, and then returned to his original state.

Although his ability has improved, he still can't maintain the huge consumption of spiritual magic for a long time, and he now needs to use spiritual power to heal himself.

He flagged down a taxi and began to recover from his injuries in the car. By the time the taxi arrived at the café where Gianna was waiting, his gunshot wound had healed.

Before you even enter the store, the aroma of coffee is already in the air, filling the surrounding corridors and attracting passers-by with the melodious sound of the piano.

In the café, a silver-haired girl sits in a seat by the window, her chin is supported by her hands, and her gaze is far away, with a melancholy temperament.

"See what I got?"

At this moment, Arendt had changed back to his youthful appearance, flashed into the café, came to Gianna, and lifted the suitcases of the two with both hands.

"Wow! You're back. You've got our suitcases too, great!" Gianna had a hint of joy on her cold face. "How's it going? Can we fly?"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to get any transportation. ”

Arendt shook his head helplessly, put the suitcase down, and made it to the opposite of Gianna. Then he told Gianna about the airport.

Of course, in order not to worry her, and in order to maintain her image as a strong man, Arendt did not tell the part where she was in danger.

Gianna didn't feel too disappointed when she heard this, but said lightly: "Then what should we do next, we won't go to Shenzhou Country on foot." ”

"Of course you can't walk. ”

Arendt paused after speaking, and two words popped out of his mouth: "Swim!"

Gianna was sipping her coffee when she almost squirted it out when she heard the last two words.

She stared at Arendt suspiciously, as if trying to find a flaw in the joke on the other man's serious face.

"Theoretically we could swim there, but we don't know how much time it will take. In addition, the sea water contains too much salt, so it is not pleasant to soak in it for a long time. ”

Gianna questioned.

She had once walked alone through the bottom of the four great lakes of the country of rice grains, but swimming across the Pacific Ocean was obviously much crazier.

Although she wasn't worried about any danger, she couldn't take a bath after being immersed in the sea for a long time, which really made her retreat from being a little clean.

Arendt looked at her goddess with a smile, obviously seeing the thoughts of this bright-eyed girl.

"You have to hurry up and practice controlling your spiritual power, and when you can control it freely, all your worries will be solved. ”

With that, Arendt poured half of his cup of coffee on the sleeve of his left arm, and the coffee spilled over the sleeve and flowed onto his skin.

Arendt rolled up her sleeves again, showing Gianna both the skin and the sleeves. Subsequently, he unleashed his spiritual power, which swirled on his coffee-covered skin and sleeves.

After a while, the spiritual power mixed with all the spilled coffee floated into the trash can next to it. Looking at Arendt's clothes and arms, they were as clean as ever. Gianna, on the other hand, was shocked and couldn't close her mouth, and sighed in her heart, "It turns out that you can still do this!"

"To be honest, I haven't had a shower in about 10 years. Doing it when you feel like your body or clothes are dirty is also a way to enhance your spiritual control, hahaha!"

Arendt smirked.

Gianna looked at Arendt with some disgust, her slender waist was straight, leaning against the back of the chair, trying to distance herself from Arendt as much as possible, and it took a while to squeeze out three words:

"It's disgusting!"

"Uh......" Arendt was speechless.