Section 5 Spirit Butterfly (I)

"Well, indeed, this is a smackable woman."

Tom agrees with the words of the matchmaker's military pursuer.

"Hmph, cover your ears and steal the bell..."

Before the pursuer could finish speaking, the female mutant's sword flew out like lightning, slashing the satellite phone hidden behind the man who had just spoken, and in the hand of another person.

"Ah, I said that the pursuers of this matchmaker military are completely different from the ruthless pursuers in Tom's memory. It turned out that it was the idea of delaying time and making phone calls to shake people. โ€

Seeing this scene, Tom nodded suddenly, he had wondered why this group of pursuers seemed to talk so much.

"Who's there? The matchmaker military is hunting down mutants, and if you don't want to die, get away... โ€

"Hey, let me get out, this is my house. Doesn't it mean that in the matchmaker, the private territory is sacrosanct? โ€

Seeing that the pursuers had spotted him and told him to get out, Tom immediately wanted to say a few words to the other party.

"Be careful, this guy is a mutant too..."

However, before Tom could speak, a pursuer with a pair of camera-like glasses on his eyes suddenly whispered an exclamation to everyone.

"Hmmm..."

In an instant, the muzzles of the five submachine guns were aimed at Tom.

"Good chance, let's go up to brother together..."

"Whoever wants to go with you, I'm not your brother."

Clearly, the female mutant standing on the balcony railing clearly misunderstood Tom's intentions. As soon as he jumped on, he jumped from the railing to the deck in a 360-degree flip. However, from the slight staggering when she landed, it can be seen that the previous pursuer said that the female mutant was indeed injured.

"You four, deal with my target, and the rest of you, hurry up and clean up that new mutant."

Tom, who rolled his eyes, didn't intend to take care of the long, amorous leg, but the nine pursuers standing at the bow of the boat clearly didn't think so.

"Da-da-da-da..."

In an instant, four of the five guns that had been aimed at Tom had opened fire. Fortunately, the painter next door went back to Queens to sell his paintings a few days ago, otherwise this huge movement would definitely annoy the Death Star who doesn't sleep until eleven o'clock.

"Find your own death..."

Tom's gaze froze, and then the Moongold Wheel, which had been hiding behind him, flew out and spun like a full moon, blocking all the bullets that the pursuers had fired at Tom.

"What's that?"

The four pursuers who attacked Tom were stunned by the moon golden wheel that suddenly appeared and flew up and down, blocking all their bullets. The bullets of the submachine gun in his hand subconsciously poured out in an instant.

"Give me death..."

When the gunfire stopped, Tom waved his hand, and the moon wheel that was spinning in the air turned into a cold light again, and shot at the four pursuers who were about to reload the submachine guns.

"Oh, Shet..."

Seeing this scene, the four pursuers who were reloading the submachine guns immediately dropped the guns that had been depleted in their hands and reached out to pull out the pistols on their waists to defend themselves.

Unfortunately, how long is Tom's cruise? But it's only twelve or thirteen meters. Tom was standing in the middle of the boat, and the four pursuers were standing in the bow, how long was that? It's just four or five meters away.

The distance of four or five meters is not a matter of an instant for the Moon Golden Wheel, which is the magic weapon of a cultivator.

"Ahh

"Uhh

Passing through the chest, each of the four is a person. Four muffled snorts in succession, if it weren't for the fact that his physical fitness had been greatly strengthened by swallowing relics recently, otherwise Tom wouldn't have been able to hear the interval between the voices.

"Killing people without seeing blood, it's okay..."

Actually, Tom was not too satisfied with the way the moon golden wheel passed through his chest, the blood was so bad and disgusting.

It wasn't until the Moon Golden Wheel flew back after completely destroying the enemy, and looked at the spotless Moon Golden Wheel's body, which was still glowing with cyan brilliance in the moonlight, that Tom nodded with satisfaction.

From now on, please call me Tom Bloodless White.

Having dealt with the four pursuers who had attacked him, Tom strolled to the bow deck, where a six-man melee was going on.

From the current form, it can be seen that the words of the previous pursuer are clearly weak. Now it's just five pursuers, and it's a tie with the long-legged female mutant.

But when he thinks about it, Tom also thinks it is inevitable. If it weren't for the absolute strength to defeat this female mutant, then how could this group of pursuers hunt each other?

While Tom was thinking, the battle on the bow deck was still going on. It is very obvious that the weapons and equipment of this group of pursuers are specifically aimed at this long-legged, female mutant.

The tightly fitting combat suits on the pursuers, and the psionic knives in the hands of the female mutants can't be cut at all. And the long-legged female mutant's left hand that can cut through the opponent's special combat suit is restrained by a magnetic shield in each of the pursuers. As soon as the female mutant's blade reaches a certain distance from these magnetic shields, it will inevitably be absorbed.

In addition, as I said before, female mutants are injured, so their movements are inevitably a little sluggish. Therefore, in just five or six minutes, the female mutant has already lost the upper hand in the confrontation with the five pursuers.

"Come and help me, brother."

Faced with the female mutant's plea for help, Tom originally didn't plan to pay attention to it. You must know that Tom's previous plan was to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and after the two sides hung up on one side, he would go to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Who... Forget it... โ€

However, after looking at the several decks and vertical masts that had been broken in just a few minutes, Tom suddenly changed his mind: "They are all mutants, so there is a reason not to help?" โ€

With one finger of one hand, the moon golden wheel that flew around Tom's body flew out in an instant, like a laser through the chests of the five unresponsive pursuers.

"Hello, I'm Elizabeth Braddock, nicknamed Spirit Butterfly, a mutant from the spiritual department. Thank you for your help, my mutant brother. โ€

Ignoring the five pursuers lying on the ground with a muffled grunt, Elizabeth Braddock, nicknamed Spirit Butterfly, introduced herself to Tom while putting away her sword and psionic blade.

"When did the mutants also split into departments? Also, do mutants introduce themselves to outsiders in such detail? Do you even want to introduce your own abilities? โ€

Although Tom had a question mark on his head, according to etiquette, he still introduced himself in the format of a female mutant: "Hello Ms. Braddock, I'm Tom White, and I'm also a psychic mutant, as for the nickname, I don't have it yet." โ€

Seeing Tom's stunned look, the female mutant who was panting slightly couldn't help but smile: "I introduced my abilities to you because you saved my life, and I am expressing my gratitude in this way and proving to you that I have no ill will towards you." As for you, my savior, there is no need for this.

Judging by the way you look, you should be still young. Be sure to accumulate more experience in this area in the future. Going out to see the world and blindly hiding will not solve the problem. โ€

"Who... Whoever is small, take it out... Tom glanced at the other party's shame and decisively stopped the conversation.

"Hehe, my sister is twenty-two this year, I see that you are not as tall as me, you should not be over twenty, how old are you, nineteen, eighteen?"

The female mutant sat down in front of the cab window with a sigh of relief, stretching her long legs as she spoke.

"You're young, your whole family is small. I'm not as tall as you now, it's just that I'm late. Tom thought to himself with a dark face.

In terms of size, it is definitely another heart problem for Tom after crossing this world. It is conceivable that little Tom, who used to live by begging and starved for a full meal, has excess nutrients for him to grow his body?

So Tom's body, although he is nineteen years old this year, is less than 1.7 meters tall, not to mention an American boy of the same age, even the long-legged female mutant in front of him he can't compare.

"This is my home, if you can, please leave as soon as possible, I don't want to be approached by the matchmaker's military."

has been exposed several times, and Tom doesn't plan to maintain any etiquette, so he just opens his mouth to drive people away.

Long Legs didn't care: "Don't worry, this group of pursuers didn't send my location back to their headquarters, and his companions won't be able to know our location." By the way, do you have bandages and potions here? โ€

As he spoke, his long legs began to untie the straps around his waist and neck. Remove the steel suit with very little material, and take off the black long-arm leather gloves. All that was left above the thighs was a black brief, a sexy black corset.

"Hey, if you have something to say, don't take off your clothes..."

Then, in Tom's stunned expression, he took the silk silk he used to corset himself to wipe the wounds on her back, shoulders, and arms.

"This, okay. But as soon as you have bandaged your wounds, you should leave. โ€

Although he has lived for two lives, Tom, who has been lying on the hospital bed for more than 20 years, has been on the run and begging for food since he can remember, and is completely a junior brother in terms of feelings, has seen this kind of big scene. Ai for a long time, after leaving behind a scene, I still went to get the medicine box.

"People are injured, and they are weak women, if they just drive people away, it will be too inhumane!"

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"Hehe, shy little boy..."

Seeing Tom turn around and walk into the cabin, the long legs sitting in front of the window couldn't help but smile. The previous performance, of course, was deliberate on her part.

One thing Long Legs didn't say was that the dead pursuers didn't send out her exact information. But once the matchmaker military determined that the gang had lost contact, it was equivalent to roughly determining her location.