"I ......"

The man in the sweatshirt looked dazed, looked around with wide eyes, and after a long time turned to the enthusiastic crowd beside him, and responded with a smile: "I'm fine." ”

"You are really lucky to fall so high, but ......"

The man patted the man in the sweatshirt on the shoulder, and as he was talking, he suddenly looked down not far away, looked at the black hip-hop dancer, and said: "This black man is unlucky, he became your meat pad, and when he arrives at the hospital, he can't save his life or not, and he doesn't have to say that it maybe?" ”

"Huh? Blacks? ”

Following the man's line of sight, the man in the sweatshirt noticed the black man next to him, his body twisted and lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, and he was wearing a punk denim suit.

"What's going on?"

The man in the sweatshirt pointed at the black man and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"You weren't ...... just now"

"Bang bang ......" "Bang bang ......"

The man next to the man in the sweatshirt was about to respond, but as soon as he spoke, an unusually loud footstep suddenly came, interrupting his follow-up words.

The man in the sweatshirt turned his head with him, and saw a group of more than a dozen people wearing black tight-fitting uniforms and covering half of their faces, each holding a small submachine gun, and the crowd quickly surrounded them, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at the men in the sweatshirts.

"Aaron Kiplin......"

The leader stared at the man in the sweatshirt and said coldly, "You can't run away." ”

And just as these men in black uniforms armed with submachine guns surrounded the men in sweatshirts, the surrounding onlookers suddenly heard bursts of screams, and everyone fled in panic to the distance.

As for the man in the sweatshirt who had spoken to Aaron Kiplin, his legs went limped after seeing a dozen guns pointed in his direction, and he was immediately carried aside by one of the men in uniform.

There is a rare vacuum area in the middle of a bustling neighborhood.

More than a dozen uniformed men confronted the man in the sweatshirt, Aaron Kiplin, and the leader saw that he was silent, and said coldly again: "You'd better raise your hands and obediently tie your hands, the order we received is better to catch him alive." ”

"Tied up?"

Aaron Kipling stared at the man with his hands down, his eyes darkened and dull, and said slowly, "What did I do to make such a big deal about you?" And ......"

As he spoke, his gaze quickly shifted to the black man lying on the ground, covered in blood, and continued: "He's dying, are you sure you won't save him?" ”

"He can't die yet."

The leading man glanced at the black man, his eyes were fixed on Aaron again, and said in a cold voice, "As for what you did?" ”

"Don't you know it yourself? Every time you appear in a place these days, there are many civilians who have been brutally killed, and according to the surveillance footage, it has been determined that it is you. We're here to arrest you. ”

"Me? Homicide? ”

Aaron looked extremely surprised, and asked with a strange face, "How is this possible?" I've been in my room all these days, how could I ......"

Suddenly, Aaron's words came, and then I saw him as if he had committed a sheep's madness, and his whole body twitched violently, and his legs and hands trembled uncontrollably.

"All on alert!"

When the leading man in uniform saw Aaron's appearance, his eyes couldn't help but froze, and he warned loudly: "Get ready for battle!" ”

No one responded, but all the uniformed men surrounding Aaron instantly arched slightly and clenched the guns in their hands.

In the center of the crowd, Aaron's body twitched violently, and the sweatshirt and hat on his head also fell off with his large movements, revealing his pale face.

Between the convulsions, Aaron's eyes gradually changed color as they continued to open and close, the whites of his eyes disappeared, and his eyeballs were all infected with dull black.

But what was even more bizarre was that it was much more than that, as he twitched and trembled, his fingernails suddenly slowly extended and lengthened, and the elongated nails were also pitch black, like scissors.

"Roar~~~"

Finally, just as Aaron's black nails had grown to thirty or forty centimeters and no longer extended, a loud roar suddenly sounded.

Aaron suddenly raised his head, his mouth opened alarmingly, and he roared at the leading man.

"Fire!" The leading man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said in a loud voice.

As soon as this sentence came out of his mouth, he reached out and pulled the trigger, and the submachine gun in his hand suddenly shot out countless bullets with a series of "bang" sounds.

The other uniformed men around him also quickly aimed at Aaron, and the faint smoke and dust from the bullets completely covered Aaron in an instant.

"Bang Bang~~~" "Bang Bang~~~"

However, the scene of the bullet piercing Aaron's body did not happen, and the bullet hit him with a sound of metal colliding, and the bullet casings ejected out, only beating his clothes into rags, but did not cause him any substantial damage.

"Roar~~~"

At this moment, Aaron's face suddenly distorted, and he roared at these uniformed men again, but at the moment when the voice sounded, he did not continue to stand in place and be beaten passively, but moved quickly.

"Bang bang ......" "Bang bang ......"

The sound of firing continued, but this time none of the bullets succeeded in hitting Aaron, and he seemed to turn into a shadow, and in an instant he came to the man in front of the leading uniform, reached out and gently slid his fingernails between his neck, and then disappeared again into a shadow.

After Aaron disappeared, the man in uniform in the lead suddenly collapsed with a "poof", blood gushing from his neck.

However, the next second he fell to the ground, another "poof" sound came, and another man in uniform immediately covered his throat, and his hands were red with blood, and he fell to the ground weakly.

The sound of falling to the ground kept coming, and within seconds, Aaron slit the throat of the last man, and as the last man fell, he was left alone in place.

"Ah......h......h

Blood stained the ground red, and the crowd standing in the distance suddenly rioted, screams continued to sound, everyone ran into the distance in a panic, everyone pushed, panicked to the extreme, panic was written on everyone's face, and the scene fell into an uncontrollable situation for a while.

Aaron's black eyes, who heard the scream, suddenly widened, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the sound was loudest, and ran towards that side with a roar.

The distance of dozens of meters was instantaneous, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth, and he quickly reached out to the back of the head of the nearest person.

But before he could pierce his blade-like nails into the man's skull, he heard a "whoosh" sound of breaking wind, and a silver arrow suddenly fired.

The speed of the arrow was so fast that Aaron didn't have any time to react, and he was shot on the spot, but the arrow still didn't penetrate his body, it only pierced his skin, causing him to stagger, and "kick" back a few steps.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Aaron was gaining his footing, a second arrow struck him again.