Barack took two quick steps and ran to Lieutenant Colonel Edward's side, although from thought to action, Barack and Lieutenant Colonel Edward were almost at odds with each other, but at the moment of the great enemy, Barack could not ignore Edward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unfortunately, all Belak could do was check on Lieutenant Colonel Edward's injuries. The bald man's strong defense is unexpected, especially the ease he shows, and it is impossible to see what the upper limit of his defense is. Belak is also a person who is good at defense, but his method is to solidify energy, and this defense still has loopholes, and it can only solidify the locked target in actual combat. But the bald man looks different, his ability is more like the extreme version of body strengthening, the source of his defense is the body itself, as long as the attack does not exceed the limit, there is no flaw! What's more, Barack is not a melee supernatural possessor, in other words, Barack is not very good at attacking, and in terms of speed and attack power, he is even far inferior to Lieutenant Colonel Edward. But on the other hand, the opponent is strong in terms of personal combat power, and Barack has no chance of winning.

"Two little mice over there, don't hide anymore." Just when Barack was at a loss, the bald man suddenly burst out laughing.

Berak knew that the bald man was not talking about him, and it was clear that there was someone hiding around, and it was very likely that it was the owner of his own supernatural powers.

In an instant, the figure of a female soldier of the Shen Kingdom flashed in Bellak's mind, among so many possessors of supernatural powers, Bellak could only think of an ally who could defeat the opponent in a short period of time, and those eyes that could see through everything really impressed Bellak.

At this moment, the visibility in Times Square suddenly began to drop, and the fog steamed up without warning.

"It's Menell!" In the blink of an eye, Barack guessed the source of this fog, it was the fog of war from the kingdom of Zhai, Daisy. Menel.

Times Square was less than a kilometer away from the Empire State Building, and just before Edward fought the bald man, the Empire State Building and the surrounding buildings had begun to disintegrate one after another, and the blazing red light that seemed to cut everything off was raging not far away, as if it only took the attacker to adjust the angle a little, Times Square would follow in the footsteps of the Empire State Building.

It was at this moment that the fog appeared.

Fog can block the propagation of light to a great extent, including the deadly red light. So with the protection of the fog, the area around Times Square can avoid the tragic fate of the Empire State Building. Of course, because of the fog, the crowd around Times Square panicked even more, which is why Maynell did not continue to expand the radius of the fog. Otherwise, according to her ability, even if Times Square was not as close to the water source as the Roosevelt, she could still expand the fog to a radius of about ten kilometers, completely enveloping the red light that represented death and destruction. But then the number of people who squeezed and stampeded to death simply out of fear would rise to a terrible number. The red light has only destroyed a block or two around the Empire State Building so far, and the fog extends even beyond the Manhattan Peninsula!

"That's enough, you've protected a lot of people." In the mist, a faint figure said to Menel, and then the figure flashed and rushed out quickly.

The fog hid everyone's figures, so Barack held Lieutenant Colonel Edward and didn't dare to act rashly, and at that moment, a figure flashed past him. The figure flashed quickly, obviously the owner of a melee type supernatural power, although the face was not clear, but the clothing and figure still made Belak recognize it at a glance.

Kiram. Doggett! A melee supernatural possessor with a huge bite force and agile speed, especially because of his unique super sense of smell, Doggett can fight in the fog without any obstacles.

"Hopefully, Dogget's bite force can exceed the opponent's defense ceiling." Although Barack's vision was blocked by the fog, he knew the key to defeating his opponent.

Doggett also knew very well in his heart that the only thing he could rely on now was his huge bite force of up to 1 million pounds, totaling more than 450 tons, especially that huge force was still distributed to teeth in millimeter thickness, and the pressure soared to an astonishing number.

Walking through the mist, Doggett instantly locked on to his opponent with his sense of smell, and his flexible body flashed in front of his opponent simply and quickly, and his blood basin opened his mouth and bit towards the carotid artery of the bald man. In Dogget's opinion, even if the bald head's defense is really strong, as long as all he wants is to bite through the opponent's skin and blood vessels, Doggett is still confident in this regard.

"I will prove myself with my actions and achievements!" This is the deepest desire of Doggett, and it is also his greatest pursuit at the moment.

It's a pity that Doggett did bite the other party, but soon, a muffled snort came from Dogget's nose, and he was painful to see that the bite on the bald man's neck didn't even leave the slightest tooth mark!

"What a poor puppy." The bald man grabbed Dogt, and with both hands, he fainted with his empty hands.

"This fog is annoying,, it's your turn." The bald man said that defeating Lieutenant Colonel Edward and Doggett in succession was as easy as it was for him.

A flash of anger flashed in Orwell's eyes, but instead of responding to the bald man's insults, he chose to carry out the task that Licht had arranged earlier. As soon as he raised his hands, the huge screens behind him, the buildings on both sides, and the streets around him burst one after another, and the thick cables were like terrifying vines growing from the ground in the building, with teeth and claws like life, and like huge poisonous snakes with dangerous heads, and dark blue sparks flickered everywhere in the fog-filled Times Square, like snake letters swallowed by giant snakes.

Orwell has the ability to manipulate electrical energy, and a supercity like New York, which is naturally densely wired and has abundant electricity, is his best battleground. With the help of one-tenth of Licht's calculations, Orwell easily controlled the serpent-like cables to surround Berak and Menel, who were hiding not far away, and at the slightest thought, a terrifying electric shock would come, and all those in the cable encirclement would not even have room to dodge.

White House, Oval Office.

"The fog of war in Times Square in the Fourth War Zone has dissipated, but the location signal of our ability has not moved, and according to preliminary judgment, our ability is likely to fail." In another piece of bad news, Borman felt his temples jump even harder.

Defeat, defeat, defeat again, in front of the sudden appearance of the enemy, the originally powerful people were completely powerless to fight back!

"The positions of our capabilities are scattered, and in the absence of effective command, our combat power cannot be fully utilized and brought into play, especially the enemy's capabilities we still have no knowledge of." Borman shook his head. A completely unknown enemy, a scattered army, if this is a war, defeat will be inevitable.

"I need a solution!" Mr. President slapped the table angrily, he had enough, he needed to win, not to hear all kinds of failures and excuses for failure.

"It's not impossible. Those who are capable of fighting in New York need a commander, and they need a leader who can see the entire battlefield and effectively organize their counterattacks. As long as we have this leader, we have hope of victory. After a moment of silence, Borman said slowly.

"Who are you talking about as a leader?" Mr. President asked.

"The handsome man of the Shen Kingdom." Borman replied.

"Where is he now?" Mr. President asked.

"Second War Zone, Battery Park, in the mysterious space of the twins." Speaking of this, Borman paused: "However, he has entered the mysterious space since yesterday and did not appear until the evaluation meeting, and according to Shen Guo's information, he needs the assistance of another person to get out of that space." ”

"Who?" Mr. President tried to recall the information sent to him two days ago, and a name suddenly flashed: "Is it the real eye?" ”

"Yes, to get out of that mysterious space, you need the cooperation of Chrysostom and the True Eye. But about the True Eye, I've just got two pieces of news, one good and one bad. With that, Borman looked up at his president.

Royce knew exactly what Borman meant, and the old guy was asking himself whether he wanted to hear the good news or the bad news first.

"Let's start with the good news." Mr. President has heard enough of the bad news.

"The good news is that according to the information we have compared various sources, the True Eye is on her way to Battery Park at the moment, and she seems to know where Gao Shuai is at the moment and also realizes the importance of Gao Shuai at this moment." Borman said.

"That's really good news, at least compared to the ones that came before." Mr. President's expression softened a lot: "What about the bad news? ”

"The bad news is that behind the True Eye there are a staggering number of pursuers, more than a thousand people, judging by satellite imagery. According to our assessment, this group of pursuers should be the one who has the ability to project himself. Borman's expression was a little bitter, and it was clear that Masayoshi Okawa had also received support like Kohachi Matsushima, and his abilities had been greatly improved.

"Where is she now?" Mr. President's face turned very bad again, and this is really bad news, and it can't be worse news.

"Hell's Kitchen, that's where the last war zone we put in is located." Borman said, pointing to a low-rise building on the screen.