The tall, plump man who walked into the room moved the tip of his nose, as if he was sniffing something seriously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info After a minute, the man's good-looking brow and blond hair folded together and wrinkled:

"A woman's taste ......"

The ground was shaking, and unidentified forces driving tanks were firing shells at a residential building in the distance. The residential building was a small thirteen-story compound building, and I don't know what happened, it was bombarded twice by the tank and collapsed into ruins.

In the streets, the sound of crying could be heard. Armed men with guns are going from house to house searching for something, and men and women are roughly pulled out, and if they are not satisfied, they will shoot and kill. Of course, under the absolute strength of power, there are also those who see the money and do unrighteous things, and the heart-rending cries of women gradually sound in the corners of the city, like homeless wild cats, shivering, whimpering helplessly in the cold night.

Fenciel curled up on Griffith's not-so-broad back, supple and delicate like a cat, the man's heartbeat was always slow and steady, and the heartbreaking sounds were isolated from the screeching tires rubbing against the ground, making people feel reassuring for no reason.

However, the mysterious armed forces were numerous, and they pulled nets and collected them all over the neighborhood. The demon was riding a motorcycle, with a woman with long hair on it, and was spotted walking past a convenience store that said Tomswire.

Then, the two soldiers, dressed in similar biochemical suits, trotted over with their guns in hand. They shouted loudly in front of Griffith's path. When the big demon turned the corner and drove into the door of the convenience store, the other party happened to come out of a dilapidated residential building.

"Stop, don't move......"

The soldiers who had just inspected a building looked at each other, then shot at each other, and Griffith leaned on the handlebars of his motorcycle, not saying a word, just pressing the accelerator to the limit, like a ferocious bull, rampage.

The roar of old motorcycles resounded through the quiet, northerly wind-filled streets, and the sparks were scattered like bullets on the ground and the guardrails of the cars.

"Sit tight ......"

In the dazzling roar, Griffith explained. He then stretched his left hand forward, the bright silver chain extending from his index finger, and the red motorcycle with the throttle to the limit squeezed through the gap between the two soldiers. The silver chain, which was dragged to the ground, wrapped around the ankles of the two soldiers like a nimble snake......

Smack......

The powerful engine roared angry notes in the silent streets, and the soldier who was wrapped around his ankle was dragged down by the force of the car and dragged for hundreds of meters. Finally, when he turned a corner, he was thrown against the wall and collapsed into a pile of minced meat.

However, there was a voice coming out of the soldier's walkie-talkie, noisy, and it seemed that many people were talking excitedly. The militants searching for the search had already spotted the anomaly and were trying to move closer to it.

Griffith picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand when he had passed by the gun-wielding soldier before. At this time, he drove the car and adjusted the machine to the outside, and then he heard a series of noises and the staccato voice of a man...... Woman...... Woman...... The woman ......'

Griffith frowned, for some reason, failing to grasp the point of the word. However, before he could think further about this issue, a chain tank with camouflage painted on its surface had already toppled a convenience store and appeared in front of the big demon. At the same time, its icy barrel had already crossed ninety degrees, aiming over.

Boom~~, the slender barrel of steel shrank suddenly under the action of huge thrust, and the thick cannonball dragged a long long black smoke towards the red motorcycle.

Griffith slammed on the brakes, slashing through an S-shaped trajectory. At the same time, the whole car rotated forty-five degrees on the axis of its foot, and then the roar of the engine sounded again, and time slowed down, and the motorcycle that carried the lives of the two people passed almost parallel to the huge yellow-orange-orange cannonball, and after 0.5 seconds, behind them, the scorching air flow mixed with a large amount of wild sand and gravel swept in, and even blew Fincier's hair.

Flames and air surged, surging from behind him, blowing Fenkiel's silky hair over the helmet on his shoulders and flying away. Tank shells hit the base of the overpass hard, piercing large blocks of earth and rock, and blowing up an entire bridge deck.

"Give up the resistance, you can't escape......" In the faint darkness, scattered gunshots and human voices rang out.

In the distance, the sound of the propeller of the gunship came, and Na Wu Zhi, loaded with a heavy machine gun, received the signal, tilted its bloated body, and rushed this way.

"The situation...... Something is not right......"

Griffith's motorcycle had traveled three hundred meters in the not-so-wide trail, drifting deftly, and a bullet from nowhere missed the smooth drift line, almost hitting the tire. Then the man expertly tilted the body down and lowered the height, he slipped out from under a half-collapsed stone pillar that leaned against another building, and the sun-shading glasses reflected the blue sky, the collapsed stone pillars, and the harsh winter sun as the body moved......

The roar of Wu Zhi and the tank crushing the ground in the sky resounded, the big demon wrapped the chain in his hand around his forearm, he looked up at the sky in front of him that was half blocked by the broken bridge, and in the roar of the propeller, his brows furrowed, and he felt an unusual strangeness.

"What worries, what grievances, sending Wuzhi and tanks to bombard me?!" The big demon muttered quietly, as if it was a little difficult to sort out his thoughts.

In fact, according to all common sense, since the mysterious militants on the other side have a clear mission goal, the possibility of extraneous branches is much smaller. And Griffith is just taking a weak woman and riding a tattered motorcycle, even if he accidentally crashes into the ranks, kills you guys, and is guilty of shelling?! Send Wu to chase after him?!

And, looking back at your posture, this is really appropriate for all the staff to go out to get me, and completely ignore your mission goals?! If I'm the one you're tracking, I'm going to get away with it.

"it, neuropathy ......"

However, this question did not make the Great Demon's situation any better, and further ahead, near the left direction, the tank that resembled the Leopard 2A6, the king of land warfare, crushed the wooden beams supporting the banner on the side of the road, and the hydraulically driven rotating muzzle creaked and took aim again......

The sound of the wind and the roar of the motorcycle engine screeched in my ears, and things in front of me tore into threads and turned into colorful strips. Fenciel was swerved by the car's rapid turning, cornering, drifting, sudden acceleration and deceleration, exaggerated shaking, and the cells of the whole body were screaming wildly, and they were like oranges swaying in a storm under those chaotic inertia......

For a moment, the woman bit her mouth and hugged Griffith's waist with her arms, her body swaying like rags, but her eyes gradually widened in the cold wind and color in front of her......

At the same time, just ahead of the car, a small group of guys with gas tanks on their backs, wearing biochemical fireproof suits and holding flamethrowers, were staggering through a long street and slowly swaying. They are armed with flamethrowers, which are the latest models developed in the laboratory, which are safe and sustainable, and can be called mobile incinerators! This team used this simple and rough big guy to burn to death at least a bunch of people who dared to resist along the way.

Among this team of flamethrowers, there was a thug in Scott's Class A prison who had done a sensational case of brutal murder and dismemberment, although he was finally determined by the hospital to have mental tendencies, but the lawsuit was lost, and he was still imprisoned for deliberately hurting people.

After receiving the command on the radio, he led the team to try to get closer. At this time, the ruthless man walked through the long street, standing on the left side of the middle of the line with a sinister smile on his face, the spray gun in his hand spraying small light blue flames, making his image look tall, twisted and hideous in the reflective glass panes and steaming hot air on both sides.

About two paces to the man's left was his hardcore roommate in prison, Spear, known as the Iron Titan, with a stab wound on his face and disfigured, his musket behind his back, a heavy machine gun in his hand, and a loud laugh as he strafed the obstacles ahead......

Griffith drove in and wanted to see that. The other party then noticed him and turned the muzzle of the gun.

Da ......

Da Da ......

Da Da Da ......

The yellow-orange-orange steel eggshells fell to the ground like rain from the gun hall, and the man on the motorcycle in the metal storm, a thin twist, an incredible abrupt change of direction, bullets hit him all around, and the signs that passed by were shot out of sparks and holes......

The poor tarmac pavement was jagged with bullets, and the sour fruit from the street stalls and the crazy red flowers in the flower shops were swept by the bullets, blasting out the red flesh and the petals and stamens that floated down slowly......

The red motorcycle, facing the rain of gunshots, rushed towards the crowd at an incredible angle and turn.

The roar of motors and engines roared hoarsely across the long street, and even more desperately, farther away from the line between the red motorcycles and the spray gunners, a sniper named Ah Yi with pale blue data eyes was quietly lying on the thirteenth-story window platform of a former business center on Ninth Avenue.