Naranga didn't have time to think about it.

Because the light energy has been rapidly condensed on the solar disk at the top of the tower, the blazing "sun" has taken shape again.

Soon, a condensed mass of deadly light projectiles silently appeared on the sun's disk.

The first light bomb is about to strike:

This brilliant brilliance suddenly condensed to the most intense level, illuminating the dimly lit streets along the way.

Concentrate on running and running away, Fogg couldn't turn back, but he could also discern when the light bomb would explode from the ground in front of him, which was constantly changing in the light.

"It's coming soon!"

Fugar's heart was pounding.

He is like an extreme sportsman who performs a high-altitude tightrope walk on a skyscraper, even if he has a plan and is prepared, he still can't change the great danger hidden in every step.

"It's now!"

Fogg shouted, and leaped forward with the power of the shout.

He had already calculated the escape path, and what could help him block the light bullets was ahead:

It's two thick street trees.

They are spread out in front of each other in their escape path, helping them to block the bombardment of light bullets.

So, the moment the first light bolt snapped onto him, Fogg leapt up and rolled behind the street tree.

The light bullet does not turn, but only shoots straight at its own target.

If Fogg was hiding behind a tree when he was locked on, it would have slammed straight into the tree as Fogg had envisioned.

Just like now.

The light slammed straight into the trunk of the tree.

The sturdy trunk crumbled with a shocking crackling sound.

But Fugg took advantage of the cover of the big tree to pull forward unscathed, and the energy of the light bullet was carried down by the trunk, and it was not vented to the ground, and no new damage was created on the surface.

"It worked..."

Successfully blocking the first projectile, Fogg hurriedly seized the time to continue running forward.

He was fast, but the speed at which the light energy was accumulating was not slow.

Soon, just a second later, Fogg once again noticed the "little sun" coming out of the bright light reflected from the ground.

"The second shot, here."

Fogg counted silently in his mind.

Most of the pedestrians around them paid no attention to the strange man running for his life by the side of the road, only Naranga, who was chasing after him, could see the deadly light suspended on the tower, and could appreciate the dangerous situation in which Fogg was now on the verge of death.

That's it, three points depend on fate, and seven points depend on fighting.

Before the second bullet could burst out, he leaped forward and quickly hid behind the second thick street tree that stood just along the escape route.

The light bombs struck again.

The blazing light unreservedly bombarded the thick trunk that protected Fogg.

The bark was torn, sawdust was flying, and the whole tree was trembling.

"The second shot is blocked."

"It's going to be the third shot soon."

Naranga, who was chasing behind, nervously worried about Foggar.

According to Fogg's calculations, if he wants to run the 20 meters safely without leaving any trouble, he will have to block 3 to 4 bullets on the road.

This means that he will face at least 3 light bullet attacks.

Now, only two bullets have been blocked.

But the final journey, less than eight meters ahead, was empty, with no street trees to stand on, nothing to help him stop the light bullets.

Naranga's heart couldn't help but tighten.

Even though he was already vaguely aware of Fugar's plan.

At this time, Fogg did not have any intention of giving up halfway.

Even though there was still an empty space ahead, he was still desperately running forward.

At the same time, the third luminous projectile condensed and formed on the spire of the tower more than ten meters behind him.

The light reflected on the ground is getting brighter, which means that the energy stored on the sun's disk is increasing.

When this energy quickly builds up to its peak, he will face this deadly attack that can tear through the steel without any cover.

Fogg couldn't help but hold his breath.

He was gambling, betting that his plan would work, that his "savior" would arrive before the third bullet came.

There was no third object on the road ahead that could help him block the light bullets, so he had to find a "shield" that would appear in front of him.

Yes, the shield that Fogg had pinned his hopes on would have "appeared on its own".

And just at the last moment, when the bullet was about to blast at Fogger...

Yikes!

There was a slightly screeching sound of brakes.

A taxi slammed diagonally in front of Fogg, almost sideways blocking his path:

"Sir... You don't need to be in such a hurry. ”

The taxi driver, looking through the half-opened window, said to Fogg with some confusion:

"I already see your wave in the rearview mirror, you don't have to be in such a hurry to catch up."

"Just stand where you are, and let me come and pick you up."

"Alas, wait..."

As they got closer, the driver finally noticed Fugg's bloodied left arm:

"Your hand... Are you going to the hospital? ”

Fogg didn't answer, but his eyes lit up:

This taxi is exactly the mobile "shield" he found for himself.

Taxis come by themselves as long as they are waving, which is really convenient.

Unfortunately, by the time Fogg noticed the taxi passing, it had already skipped itself for more than a dozen meters.

That's why he desperately ran in this direction, waving his arms in an exaggerated way, hoping that the taxi driver would see him in the rearview mirror, a passenger in desperate need.

Luckily, Fogg won the bet.

The taxi appeared in front of him just in time, sending him a perfect steel shield.

It's not just a shield, a car that is started, with a driver in place, and protected by steel plates, is now a tank that can carry him out of the war zone perfectly.

The light bullet will definitely be resisted by the steel plate of the body, and as long as he let the driver step on the accelerator, he can hide in this car and walk the remaining 8 meters unharmed.

"Hurry up!"

Fogg yelled nervously.

He quickly pulled open the door and slammed into the passenger seat of the taxi.

At this time, the third luminous bullet was already blasting towards Fogg.

And because of the timely appearance of the taxi, Fogg's agility, the third projectile finally bombarded the side body of the taxi.

Click-

A terrifying sound of metal cracking came from the steel shell of the taxi, and the energy of the light bullets spread through the metal body.

This was followed by a loud explosion of tires.

The whole taxi trembled.

"What?"

The taxi driver was shocked.

He couldn't see the terrifying disk of the sun, and he could only feel that the taxi he relied on for a living had been inexplicably battered:

"What happened? What the hell did you do?! ”

The driver instinctively asked Fogg.

The strange noise just now happened when Fogg suddenly got into the car.

Could it be that this handsome boy in a crop top to show off his muscles is actually a humanoid tank, and the car has been crushed by tonnage?

He even had such an unbelievable idea in his heart.

But Fogg didn't have time to explain the driver's doubts, he just wanted to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible:

"It's too late to explain, drive now!"

Fogg yelled hysterically.

He didn't even have time to wait for the driver to react, so he directly sent his stand-in Ziyan to "help".

Ziyan pressed the driver's leg on the pedal with one hand, shifted gears with the other, and then slammed the accelerator, and finally.

Click!

An even more shocking sound came from the chassis.

The whole taxi trembled.

The engine roared, but the car had no intention of moving forward.

"This..."

The taxi driver was shocked by such a sudden turn of events:

"It's a broken bearing!"

"What the hell just hit the car, how did it come to this?"

He was horrified by a series of strange phenomena.

And in the middle of this conversation, the mysterious power that was feared by this ordinary person had already struck again—after all, Fogg had been in the car for more than a second, and the fourth bullet had already been brewing.

The light bomb poured unreservedly on the steel plate on the roof of the car, tearing a hideous hole in the thin layer of steel plate.

"Damn..."

Fugg's face changed dramatically.

He knew that his plan had failed.

The taxi was destroyed by a single bullet, so he continued to stay in the immobile car and waited for death.

"I can only fight for it!"

Fogg pursed his lips tightly and looked at the last eight meters in front of him with his eyes burning with fire.

It is impossible to sit still, and I am afraid that he will not have the same good physical strength and such a good opportunity as he has now.

Now that he's here, he can only move on.

"Purple Smoke, remove the car door!"

Without hesitation, Fogg jumped out of the taxi.

Purple Smoke tore off the rather heavy door and followed closely like a loyal shield-wielding guard.

Onward, onward!

There are no plans and there will be no other help.

All he had to do now was to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment and run the last eight meters, the last dangerous last distance.

Fogg was running as hard as he could.

Purple Smoke guards behind him with a shield.

The fifth bullet whistled out and slammed straight into Fogg's back.

"Block it!"

Bullets must not be allowed to fall to the ground, this is the first requirement of this escape.

Without hesitation, Fogg ordered his avatar to pick up the door that had just been removed and block the light bullets coming from behind him.

Bang!

The bullet slammed into the door.

Invisible energy burst out in the dark, and the door was twisted and deformed in an instant.

The power was so powerful, with the strong body of Ziyan, under the protection of the door shield, they all staggered back a step backwards.

This stumble is nothing.

But this staggering feedback to Fugar, who was running rapidly, would be fatal.

"Ahh

He exclaimed, and one of his heels fell to the ground.

And at this moment, he was only one meter away from running out of the attack range.

"Damn... Actually at a time like this. ”

Fugg stiffened up on the ground.

The light cast behind him was already bright.

He knew that it was too late to run again:

The sixth luminous grenade has already hit.

Hitting the ground with this sixth glow will immediately create a new damaged surface.

In this way, his escape is completely meaningless, and everything is back to the way it was at the beginning.

However, Fogg did not have any "shields" to use at the moment.

It was impossible for him to use himself and Purple Smoke to carry this level of attack-

If you take a beating, you will be seriously injured and disabled, which will allow the enemy to achieve the purpose of the battle.

At this moment, Fogg could only watch as the blazing light took away his last hope.

The previous struggles and efforts have all come to naught.

The sixth light bomb is coming.

"Heh..."

Fuge's expression turned extremely pale:

"The sixth shot, the answer turned out to be six shots..."

"At the end of the day, I didn't get this math problem right."

He looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he had given up everything in exhaustion and despair.

However, at this moment, at the moment when the sixth luminous bullet flew in...

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The thin figure stood straight in front of Fogg, like a wall of ten thousand feet standing abruptly.

Fugg's face changed, and he became extremely excited:

"Naranga, why are you following?"

"Quick—get out of the way! You're going to get seriously hurt! ”

"Fogg."

Naranga still stands:

"I'm so bad at math that I can't even figure out how many bullets you're going to be struck by."

"But, what I can figure out is..."

The "little sun" behind him was rapidly approaching, outlining the outline of Naranga's figure in a golden color:

"I can help you block one."

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