The news media is like a bloodthirsty shark.

Ten minutes after the explosion, people from various television stations and news agencies gathered under the electronic screens in the shopping center.

Long guns and short guns were erected, pushing aside the original amateur news-gathering citizens.

Journalists are rushing for survival resources for the masses who may know about it and have not yet left.

And the more daring guys even want to enter the Xingye Building where the explosion occurred to get exclusive information.

For this chaotic qiē, Wang Doudou on the electronic screen still looked indifferent.

In other words, he didn't know that this virtue had been messed up outside.

He was scared.

Yes, it's fear.

He was afraid that he would die.

He was afraid that the people next to him would suddenly burst open like something on his head.

Flesh and blood flew to the ground.

He was afraid that justice would be shattered.

Collapse.

In this forest of bombs.

"Relax, you are my spokesperson now, don't cry with a sad face, take it easy, like a professional robber." In the headset, the hateful voice of the man in the clown mask was heard again.

Wang Doudou took a deep breath: "Will you really let them go?" ”

Every time this kind of critical moment comes, his Mandarin is inexplicably better.

"I can't see it, you still care about others?" There was something playful about the voice in the headset.

Wang Doudou was silent.

He's just, concerned about justice.

Justice is to hoe the strong and help the weak.

Justice is to be fearless of evil.

Justice is absolute and cannot be retreated.

But now, what is he?

He's just barely catching his breath.

He's nothing.

He suddenly wanted to cry, and suddenly he wanted to throw up.

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Zeng Jingheng had already heard the noise not far away, and believed that the police were about to come.

Behind him was the site of the smoky incident.

Just a stone's throw away.

But he couldn't get up.

Because he was entangled in death.

He didn't expect that this flying knife hand who had seen through his ability was so tough.

Although he couldn't hit his own vital point with every knife.

But I can't catch him, this guy is too nimble, like a monkey, jumping around.

Zeng Jingheng was also unable to inflict fatal injuries on him.

But as long as he moves, he will be locked up, so as to be restrained.

In this respect, he is like a fly.

"You're really annoying." Zeng Jingheng missed his fists for the fourth time, looked at the clown man who flew backwards, and shook his hair that had not yet dried.

"You're also surprisingly strong." The clown man was not angered by Zeng Jingheng at all, and still smiled and played with the flying knife that returned to his hand again.

"Speaking of which, I was originally tasked with killing you this time, but now it seems a bit tricky, but well, your friends, I'm afraid they weren't so lucky."

"What did you say?!" Zeng Jingheng's brows furrowed suddenly.

He wasn't stupid either, and immediately figured out the joints.

It's a game, they've been pulled apart, and now they're about to be broken by each other!

"Did you think of it? Are you particularly worried? The clown man still had the same nonchalant tone, as if he wasn't worried about his current situation at all.

After all, he was very confident, although it seemed that there was no way to kill this strange man with a snake behind his back tonight.

But it's okay to hold him back, and he's a ......

"Boom-" That was the end of his complacency.

Because Zeng Jingheng sued him with real speed and strength.

Arrogance comes at a price.

He never dreamed that the man in front of him would become so fast!!

Fast, he is often proud of his speed and reflexes, but he can't keep up.

"Bang-" The wall he was just staying on was completely shattered.

And he himself was bruised by the furious onslaught.

He could clearly feel that this man was getting faster.

"You've succeeded in me off." Zeng Jingheng withdrew from the shattered wall and looked at the somewhat wolf-like clown man who had been dodged.

He felt that inexplicable excitement in his body again, the manic hormone that can only be found when he goes crazy, the point near the base of the dark serpent, the faint tendency to burst, began again, ready to move.

It's good, that's how it feels.

"Boom-" Zeng Jingheng punched again.

The clown man's pupils instantly turned into a huge shadow.

It seems, is it playing too much?

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Yang Tian was gasping.

Intense wheezing.

He's already taken out two cops who were tracking him.

But for this, he also paid four strict wounds.

One of them was also a gunshot wound.

And he's bleeding a little too much tonight, he's already a little dizzy.

That's not a good sign.

There are five people on the other side who are chasing him.

Among them, the strength of the leader Huang Shaotian is unexpectedly strong.

His ability was something Yang Tian had never seen before, bleeding.

That's right, it's bloodshed.

Incomparably restrained himself, bleeding.

Ever since Yang Tian was shot by Huang Shaotian, his wounds have been bleeding unstoppably.

If he hadn't tried to lose his own essence and blood as a trigger, he detonated the blood in the bodies of those two policemen, causing the effect of blood arrows.

There is a good chance that he will be dogged until his blood runs dry and he dies.

But the situation is still not optimistic, although he has temporarily gotten rid of the police.

But there seems to be someone in the cops who has an ability that is tracking, and they should be catching up soon.

Moreover, the blood is still flowing.

You must contact Zeng Jingheng and them quickly, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really have to explain here tonight.

Quickly dialed Li Wei's phone.

But Li Wei's phone was not answered for a long time.

This situation made Yang Tian's already cold blood even colder.

What the hell happened?

What happened?

Yang Tian wouldn't have thought of it.

In the Land Rover that was supposed to have Li Wei, the invincible little fresh meat figure had long been gone.

Only one phone was left empty on the bridge, with a flashing light showing a text message that had just been sent and a missed call.

It's been a long night.

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The writing is nearly 200,000 words, and the results are a mess.

I'm also reviewing my own mistakes.

But please support everyone who is still reading this book, okay?

In the end, I still ask for recommendations and collections.