A black flame ignited.

A skeleton walks out.

The policemen, dumbfounded, saw a skeleton burning with black flames standing next to the man in a suit.

The skeleton was dressed in civilian clothes, unharmed by the flames.

Before he could be surprised, Cyril had already begun to fight back.

When he opened his mouth and spit out, a bullet was fired, piercing a concrete wall and making a finger-wide hole.

For a moment, a string of tongues of fire extended from Cyril's mouth, and dense bullets flew sideways.

Fu Yang, who was hidden on the side, was dumbfounded, this was simply a human machine gun.

There were hundreds of bullets that hit Cyril's body, and they continued to shoot out of his mouth.

And, with a puff of black smoke and sparks, it was as if a demon from hell was roaring.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

"The enemy is under too much fire, waiting for help to come."

Looking at the monitoring screen, the director no longer understood how to report to the top, could it be that the report said that the police station encountered an enemy who shot a bullet in the mouth, and it must be sent to a psychiatric hospital.

At the moment, the safety of the police is considered first, but fortunately, Cyril does not want to cause casualties, and the bullets sprayed only want to force the police back.

A group of policemen who had already been frightened swarmed into the archives.

"Hey, hey..."

John couldn't help but smile as he looked at the policeman who was scurrying around.

However, a skull was standing and laughing, and there was black flames, so you can imagine how terrifying it was.

"I need a weapon!" Cyril finished spraying bullets.

With one breath, black smoke and sparks erupted from his nostrils, and it was like a dragon breathing.

The equipment room was on the side, and Cyril stepped forward, grabbed the handle and pushed it, and the entire door was removed.

A corpse, a skeleton, looked at a room of firearms, carefully selected.

"Old friends, let's choose one together." Cyril Road.

"Good guns are in the safe." John reminded.

Fu Yang was speechless, the two guys really robbed the police station.

Boom!

A skeletal fist slammed into the lock cylinder, and the spring popped out with a punch.

A row of well-made firearms, on display, and very well maintained, shiny and new.

Cyril chooses a rifle, and John chooses a **.

At the same time, in the hand, a flame came out of the arm, wrapped around the gun.

In three breaths, the two guns are unrecognizable, looking hideous and domineering, and it is simply equipment in a fantasy movie.

The two barrels of the rifle are as thick as an adult's arm, and the texture on them glows with fire.

The revolver is even more incredible, it is simply described as a hand cannon, a thick barrel, and sparks are overflowing from the bullet slot.

"Hehe, now I have to play." John laughed.

"Go out and try your might." Cyril exclaimed.

"Stop playing, get out of here." Fu Yang urged.

He was already big for a while, and he actually made two freaks.

Carrying a rifle similar to a bazooka, Cyril swaggered out of the equipment room.

A young policeman couldn't stop poking his head out, and immediately retracted in fright, wondering: "When did our police station have such a cool gun." ”

The basement has access to the car park, but the door is usually locked.

Cyril was about to kick it away, but John stopped him, "Let me try the new guy." ”

John held a huge and hideous **, facing the door of the parking lot, and Cyril and Fu Yang hurriedly hid to the side.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a fireball erupted from the barrel of the **.

It smashed down on the aluminum alloy door and flew straight out, showing a circle of hollow in the center, and the flames were still burning at the edges.

In the passage, the fireball blasted a crater and burned with pitch-black flames.

The police, who were hiding in the archives, felt the tremor of the wall slightly, as if it had been bombarded by a shell.

The director, who had been staring at the screen in the monitoring room, was stunned, relieved himself a little, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Call me the SWAT team, the riot control team, the anti-terrorist team, the commando team, ......"

In one breath, he said that there were more than a dozen city defense forces, and the number of these troops was basically small, only a dozen or twenty people, and there was really a major incident, so all of them were mobilized.

Walking through the passage and blowing up another door, they came to a parking lot.

There are not only police cars here, but also impounded vehicles, at least hundreds, basically all of them.

In the United States, the car is a very common means of transportation, creating car thieves rampant, three or five years down, you need to clean it up once, otherwise you can't stop.

"This one is good." John Dao,

It was a black Jaguar, modified so that he could see the doorway at a glance.

The agent is also interested in hobbies, he likes all kinds of luxury cars, and it is convenient to carry out the needs of the mission.

"Wake up, baby!" John said inexplicably.

With his hands pressed against the roof of the car, two black flames spread throughout the body.

In an instant, the car changed, and the surface of the body was twisted, and rib-like lines were raised.

The two headlights in front of the car were burning with flames, like two angry eyes.

The four wheels are already metal skeletons, and a circle of tires is burning with flames.

A good car, a new look, there is no car in the world that can compare, it is simply a luxury car from hell.

"Eh, do you want to be spicy and cool?" Fu Yang said speechlessly.

Seriously, Fu Yang was a little envious of the Soul Knight, who was able to modify the car.

"Get in the car." John exclaimed.

The door opened on its own, and the three of them sat down.

John sat in the driver's seat, with a row of flame-lit dashboards, really tall.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The engine roared, like a wild beast roaring and moaning.

With a 'whoosh', the car shot out like an arrow feather, causing Fu Yang's whole body to crash into the cushion.

Since there are a lot of pillars in the parking lot, John plays floating.

The whole car was flicking its tail and drifting, and Fu Yang in the car was uncomfortable, dizzy, swaying like a boat.

"The Soul Chariot is really cool." John laughed maniacally.

The four wheels are like hot wheels, leaving four burning marks on the ground wherever they pass.

At the entrance and exit of the parking lot, police cars have been arranged to block them, and a group of policemen are holding their pistols and hiding behind the vehicles, watching intently.

The roar drew closer, and a flash of fire reflected.

An experienced policeman, judging that the speed of the car was fast, immediately shouted: "Get out of the way!" ”

What the old policeman said must have made sense, and the policeman blocking the door instantly retreated, originally with fear in his heart.

The next moment, a burning car rushed out.

The speed of the car did not decrease, and a photo hit the police car in front of it.

With a 'boom', the two police cars crashed several meters into the air, and rolled on the ground several times before hitting the wall.

The burning car, with nothing to do, still soared, crashed into the gate of the police station, and galloped away.

Under the blank gaze of the police, he disappeared into the road.