The morgue door was closed.

Fu Yang had a headache and didn't know how to open the door.

Obviously, the door is locked, and it cannot be opened normally.

If brute force is used, it will be a piece of cake in Fu Yang's opinion, and it will inevitably attract the overall police.

That's not a joke, it's not good, it's really news that there are ghosts in the police station.

"My lord, what should I do?" Cyril asked.

If Fu Yang was not present, he would not be able to seal the god position at all, so what was the use of going in by himself.

"If you don't just bump it away, anyway, the corpse will be taken away together, it's something that can't be explained." John Dao.

Yes, the contract states that the soul and the body coexist, so after the divine throne is conferred, the corpse is still under the control of the two of them.

Under the surveillance cameras, the bodies of the two heads that had been deflated and stood up again, what a horrific thing.

"That's right, is there a retreat plan? Do you want to clash with them head-on? Fu Yang asked.

"It's very simple, there is a parking lot next to it, and you can just steal the car out." Cyril said calmly.

Fu Yang's eyes burst out, and he really admired his violence.

A killer, an agent, with a very decisive style of doing things, as long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't need to care about details.

"Then do it." Fu Yang thought about it for a while and made a decision.

After all, a stalemate is not the way to go, is it not to wait for the forensic doctor to examine the body, and when the contract is signed, the body suddenly stands up, which does not scare people to death.

Fu Yang's heart was horizontal, and he decisively kicked the door, and one leg shot out like a cannonball.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, like an artillery bombardment.

Two aluminum alloy doors bounced out directly.

This leg is equivalent to a joint blow of a hundred people, and the kick on the person will definitely explode the internal organs.

The aluminum alloy door has been twisted, concave and deformed, and it is simply hard to dent.

Jingle Bell ......

For a while, the alarm bell rang in the police station, and the policemen, who were originally leisurely, were all nervous.

Since its establishment, there has been a maximum alarm, a total of no more than three times, basically, a large-scale gang fight.

"Attention all police officers, there are outsiders breaking into the basement, ask for backup!"

"Attention all police officers, there are outsiders breaking into the basement, ask for backup!"

……

The basement is an important area where a large number of weapons are stored, and if they are lost, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Oops, could it be a terror maniac attack, it's crazy."

"It's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, and it actually robbed the police station."

"Call in SWAT support!"

……

The director rushed to the monitoring room to check as soon as possible.

Calling up the surveillance video, it was as calm as ever, nothing happened, except for the morgue door and cameras that had been damaged.

The most important equipment room, which was not damaged at all.

"Bring me up the video of the morgue before it was destroyed." The director said in a deep voice.

The first segment starts with the door being broken, and it takes a few seconds for the picture to be lost.

During this time, no human or biological beings are depicted on the screen.

"Director, isn't it really haunted?" A new officer shuddered.

"Nonsense, what the hell is not a ghost, continue to monitor me, and you must not let go of any picture." The director said in annoyance.

Unconsciously, the morgue in the basement of the police station was blown up, and I couldn't find the reason, I am afraid that his position has already been done.

"All the officers go to the basement for me." Picking up the walkie-talkie, the director roared.

A narrow elevator squeezed in eight people, and, round, literally a pile of meat crammed together.

The entire elevator is creaking, as if it is overwhelmed, and it can break down at any time.

The eight people held their breath and didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear that the next moment, the elevator would fall at a high speed and all of them would turn into a pile of rotten meat.

……

At this moment, the consecration of the divine throne begins.

Cyril was standing beside his corpse, waiting for the throne to be given.

"For the heavens, I will give the god position of Cyril Cons Ghost."

A flame rushed out from the Heavenly Dao Jade Seal and gathered in front of Cyril, condensing into a scroll.

On one occasion, Cyril did not hesitate and pressed the handprint directly on the scroll.

The flame scroll turned into a fiery serpent once more, pouring into Cyril's body.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Cyril let out a roar of excitement.

His whole body was wrapped in flames, and all seven orifices were sparking, almost spontaneously combusting, but he didn't have a trace of pain, as if he was in excitement.

This kind of situation really frightened Fu Yang and John, as if something had happened.

In an instant, he turned into a flame and sank into the corpse.

Immediately after, the corpse burst into black flames, and the deflated head began to swell and return to its original appearance.

The black flame burned in the seven orifices, emitting bursts of white gas.

Especially a pair of eyes, beams of black flames are spewing out.

Fingers moved suddenly.

"Whew..."

A long breath was accompanied by a string of sparks splashing.

Cyril sat up directly, his eyes and mouth filled with black flames, as if his body was filled with magma.

"It feels so comfortable." Cyril sheds the black flame and returns to his former form.

"You're back to life?" John asked excitedly.

"No, I'm a soul hunter now." Cyril explained.

At this time, the police rushed to the basement, armed with police guns, and hid behind cover.

"Listen, the people inside, you are already surrounded, lay down your weapons and come out with your heads in your hands." A fierce-looking policeman shouted.

"No, give me the throne quickly." John said anxiously.

His body is still there, and if he can't be removed, he may be sent for cremation.

"For the heavens, give John Raining the title of ghost pawn."

As soon as the words fell, a scroll of flames condensed in front of John.

Without hesitation, he put his handprint on the scroll.

John's whole body turned into a torch and stood there burning.

"Cyril went outside and guarded, and couldn't let them rush in." Fu Yang commanded.

"Understood."

In response, Cyril still disappeared from the spot.

A figure walked out of the door of the morgue, his eyes blazing with black flames, and he looked coldly at the eight policemen outside.

"This dress, is it from the corpse?" A police officer screamed.

"It's impossible, the head is deformed, and it can still come back to life, is it that God has appeared?" A young policeman said.

"Look at his eyes, they're all flames." One reminded.

"Why are you still stunned, shooting."

The director's roar could be heard over the intercom, and he could be heard angry.

Bang bang bang......

A barrage of gunfire rang out in the narrow basement passage, and sparks were splashing in all directions.

Cyril stood all the time, not the slightest hint of dodging.

Puff puff......

Bullets pierced his body like a moving target.

By the time eight policemen had finished firing the bullets, an expensive suit had been pierced with holes, which was worse than a beggar's suit.

But there was no injury on his body, and he was looking at them with a strange smile.

Under the gaze of these eyes, a chill rose from behind them.