"Isn't it?" Like a bolt of lightning flashing through his mind, Chu Ha suddenly realized that the heart network was expanding wildly with the ionic induction propelled by thunder.

With the eighth day of the first month as the center, it suddenly expands in all directions!

Only in this way can we know whether the extinguished Thunder Mark was attacked while on duty elsewhere, or in the police station.

And considering the perverse character of the head of the enemy alliance, Death Handle Mu Ji, Chu Hachi has a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"If this is an operation against the police who are trying to make a statement...... That ...... "Chu Hachi knew that this worst premonition was the most in line with the minds of those in the enemy alliance.

Whether it's the dead-handled wooden stalk, or the ...... hidden behind the curtain ALL FOR ONE！

Chu Hachi, whose perception ability is extended to the maximum range, easily analyzes the fact from the movement trend of pedestrians who pass by in a hurry - they are all fleeing in one direction, that is, the direction of the police station!

Glancing at the spectators who were still standing in the air, the eighth day of the first month took all the thunder in the sky to himself, and the fireworks that had just filled the sky had all dissipated.

The effect of the display of muscles was clearly successful, and many professional heroes in the stands, as well as some people who came in with open and secret malice, were stunned.

After all, it was not a long-established professional hero who had just shown his power in the sky, but a first-year freshman!

While this deterrent still exists, Chu Hachi understands that he must not panic at this time, if he leaves in a hurry, it will let some malicious people see something, then the secret plot carried out at that time will make his "prophetic prescience" become a fatal blind spot when the plot has been changed.

For example...... This is a completely unexpected police station attack!

As soon as he thought of this, the thunder that the eighth year turned into did not fall to the ground, but fell straight to the place where the heroes of the school were watching, leaned over and whispered a few words in the ear of Principal Nezu.

Principal Nezu is worthy of a scheming old fox (fog), there is no expression fluctuation on his face, and he still looks smiling, but the fleshy short hand that stretches out to the side of the coffee cup reveals the unpeace in his heart.

"Go ahead, I'll let the cement division take your place, I'll solve the rest, and the police station will ask you!" As soon as Principal Nezu's voice fell, the mobile phone on the side was already lit up.

Chu Hachi glanced at it, and the note on it was "Ayumi reporter", which seemed to be a reporter friend who was close to Xiongying, so the purpose of her/his call was obvious.

"Found the Olmet who teaches at this school?" The eighth day of the first month is silent.

That's the beauty of a symbol of peace......

Even though Ormet's actual situation has become so serious, his undeniable prestige still makes everyone think of him at the first time they encounter the enemy.

Instead of the pro heroes who have been chasing Olmet.

For a while, Chu Hachi somewhat understood Anderwa's suffering, but understanding does not mean that he can ignore the "crimes" he committed for this.

Putting aside the thoughts in his heart, Chu Hachi took a deep breath, and the heart net that expanded to the limit distance was still a long distance away from the police station, and the heart net that was still expanding wildly just now contracted sharply, extending beyond the limit in the direction of the police station!

Abandon the induction of other large areas, and use all your energy to expand the heart network in one direction, at this time, the heart network can no longer be regarded as the heart network, it can be regarded as the heterogeneous use of the thunder fruit, which can be called a name like "large fiber optic technique".

In the microscopic realm, it can be clearly seen that the brilliant band of light that frantically attracts electric ions is rapidly extending into the distance, and the consumption of the first eight heart gods is also rapidly increasing along with this process.

But even if it was so distracting, Chu Hachi still showed a little smile on his face.

Thundered!!!

The next moment, Chu Hachi's figure blurred in an instant, turning into a streamer like a time-space jump, and rushed towards the direction of the police station with lightning speed.

However, because the air is relatively dry and has not yet been warmed up by electric current, the speed of the thunder turned into by the eighth year of the first month is relatively slow, and it does not reach a very high speed.

It's just just over the speed of sound.

Brilliant thunder bloomed in the air, and the thunder turned into by the eighth year of the junior high quickly rushed towards the direction of the police station, and for the eighth year of the junior high school, the plan to cut leeks has been forced to be suspended, and many things after that will be affected if they are not first-hand information.

However, this does not have any effect on the eighth day of the first month.

After all, the dissipation of a thunder mark means that they have been hit at the center of their eyebrows or that their own life signal has disappeared, in other words.

Either the operator had died, or he had received a severe blow to the head, causing the thunder mark at the center of his brow to disintegrate.

......

At this time, in the police station, a strong figure stood resolutely in front of the palm of the dead handle Mu Ji.

"Kanzawa Golden !!" Bai Luoti and the others, who were a step slower, could only watch as Huan Zejin, who was standing in front of the backward operator, was hit by the palm of the dead handle Mu Ji.

A dazzling purple light burst out from Huan Zejin's eyebrows and struck the palm of Mu Bi of the Dead Handle.

In the microscopic realm, it can be clearly seen that the thunderbolt struck the palm of the dead handle Mu Bi, and was directly decomposed by the distorted "position" permeated by the palm of the hand, becoming the most basic ion, which was not controlled by anyone, and was naturally forced to dissipate in the air.

There is no power!

But after all, he still blocked the blow slightly in front of him, and after a pause, it slowly imprinted on Huan Zejin's abdominal muscles.

The terrifying twisting force quickly disintegrated the body, and a series of fine cracks like decaying for 10,000 years appeared in Huan Zejin's abdomen, and Huan Zejin, who had disintegrated the pain nerves together, had already lost a large number of muscle groups without even feeling the pain.

However, this distorted power was much limited by the large hand held above the face, and the disintegration soon began to stop, but the difference between the part that stopped disintegrating and the healthy part made the pain nerves twitch wildly.

It's like pulling a piece of meat off the top of the abdomen!

If this kind of pain were placed on an ordinary operator, I am afraid that he would have exhaled in pain on the spot, but Huan Zejin's heart still endured the severe pain, and the fist the size of a casserole struck straight towards the head of the dead handle Mu Ji.

Everyone has actually seen that this thin man is not a very perverted enemy, but a partial student with a high-risk personality and weak physical fitness!

But this kind of thinking has long been in the calculation of the dead handle!

Completely prepared, there was a hideous look on his face.

Without opening his mouth, the terrifying wind pressure had already swept the audience!

Naomun's pitch-black and sturdy body was already standing behind Mu Ji, and his huge palm clenched Huan Zejin's fist in it.

"Brainless." With a cruel look on his face, Death-Shank Mu Ji softly spat out these two words.

Click!!

A crisp sound came, and the power in Brain Wu's hand increased, and the terrifying power crushed Huan Zejin's fist into flesh and bone foam in an instant!

"Uhh!!h

This kind of pain is not something that can be controlled by the will at all, and Huan Zejin's strong body is like being struck by lightning, and he slowly falls backwards.

Brain Wu had already let go of his hand, and there was a scarlet red between his palms.