Zhang Chengwei's mouth opened slightly, standing outside the study room, looking at the headless corpse lying on the ground in the corner.

Blood and brain slurry mixed with skull debris, staining large areas around them into a paste.

There were no police, and there were a dozen or so bold classmates and teachers around. Someone is on the phone, someone is taking pictures.

Everyone's face showed nervousness, fear, and a hint of hidden excitement.

People don't feel excited about things that are stimulating. It's just that this feeling is sometimes overridden by other strong emotions.

As soon as Zhang Chengwei heard the movement outside, she hurriedly walked out of the study room.

That's what you see.

"I've called the police, but the phone at the police station can't get through, what should I do now!?"

Not far away, a teacher with a pale face asked on the phone in a whisper.

On a college campus, such horrific murders occur, no... This is no longer murder, but massacre!

"No!" Suddenly, Zhang Chengwei saw the characteristics of a corpse on the ground.

The one who was dressed was the student who asked Zhao Hongjing to go out before.

"What about Zhao Hongjing!?" Zhang Chengwei endured the discomfort in her heart, and suddenly recalled in horror.

Her gaze quickly scanned all the students present.

On the left is a group of students hurrying over to see the excitement.

On the right are several teachers standing behind the load-bearing pillars of the library, talking on the phone.

In front of and behind were a few security guards at the school, talking to a few frightened-looking students.

"Where's Zhao Hongjing?!He just came out!?"

Zhang Chengwei's face suddenly became whiter, she was afraid when she looked at the corpse on the ground, and at this time she found that her familiar classmates were gone, and they were also related to the deceased.

Suddenly, all kinds of terrible speculations came to her heart.

"He.... He won't....!?"

Zhang Chengwei trembled, trying to control her eyes, and looked at the corpses one by one.

OK....

Fortunately, there is no Zhao Hongjing....

She didn't find Zhao Hongjing's body.... It made her feel a little more relaxed.

"But he was called out just now..... Could it be..."

Zhang Chengwei's little face became anxious again. She quickly took out her mobile phone and called Zhao Hongjing.

It's a pity that the phone is turned off. This made her worry even more intense.

"No! Zhao Hongjing must have been arrested! He must be in danger now!"

In a hurry, Zhang Chengwei quickly dialed the police.

Unfortunately, as the previous teacher said, the police call was completely busy and could not be reached.

Zhang Chengwei's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

She kept calling one phone call after another. I have been calling the police repeatedly.

Zhao Hongjing..... You don't want anything to happen....!!" She felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart at the thought of that possible scenario. Tears gradually filled his eyes.

But an ordinary student has suffered a terrorist attack of this magnitude.... The possible outcomes and outcomes can hardly be imagined without a brain.

"Zhao Hongjing...."

Zhang Chengwei's tears finally couldn't hold back and slid down her cheeks. She kept calling the police over and over again, and at the same time trotted to find the teacher next to her, stammering and stammering that a classmate was missing. I hope you can help find it together.

But the situation is in a mess, and the school teachers are just ordinary people, at this time, they have no master, in addition to comforting her, they are also scared enough, and they can't do any effective measures to find someone.

Seeing this, Zhang Chengwei's worries and anxieties accumulated more and more.

The police call could not be reached.

There was no one around to help her, and the teachers couldn't do anything but say some clichés and perfunctory words.

Zhang Chengwei asked classmates and acquaintances everywhere, but she didn't see Zhao Hongjing's whereabouts.

She became more and more worried that if Zhao Hongjing encountered any danger and fell into the hands of the kind of terrorists who made headless corpses.

He is a weak student, and he knows all day long that he is afraid that he will not have enough physical strength to escape, and the chance of survival is almost zero....

.............

.............

Phew!

Zhao Hongjing slapped the wall.

Rumble!

The gray wall seemed to have been struck by a great battering ram, and with a roar, it caved into a huge round pit.

Several killers on the other side of the wall, still scrambling to change their magazines, were hit in the back by the suddenly bulging wall from behind. One by one, they fell to the ground, and there was a cracking and clicking sound from their spines.

Several people barely struggled to support their bodies. One of the leaders pressed through the half-shattered communicator in his hand.

"Mission... Defeat....!We are all annihilated... That one... Blame... Monster....!"

Boom.

The cement wall behind him exploded, and Zhao Hongjing walked in and smashed the communicator in the hands of the killer leader.

"Weak.... It's original sin. ”

His face was flat. Killing and being killed, he had already experienced too much in his teacher's training.

From the first kill, he had the feeling of slaughtering a weakened version of the lizardman.

These fragile bodies resemble bags of moving human-shaped blood bags.

As long as you are careful not to splash blood on your body when you break it, you can easily solve it one by one.

"By the way, what is the name of the woman wearing black silk just now?" Looking at the corpse in front of him, Zhao Hongjing turned his head slightly and asked.

Behind him, who came out of the hole, was Zhu Xingchu, who looked dazed and at a loss.

Hearing the inquiry, she swallowed her saliva, forced herself not to look at the dead corpses on the ground, and quickly replied.

"It's turquoise jade. Young master. She decisively changed her name, the son of the leader, naturally should be called the young master.

Although she wants to call the other party a pervert more than the young master.....

One palm pierces through a cement wall more than ten centimeters thick, and the cement wall that explodes at the same time can also kill five well-trained elite killers through the wall??

Is this a TV series or something? Super movies won't explode this intensity from the beginning, right?

Do you really want money for special effects?

"Less... Young Lord... Emerald is one of the top 10 super killers in the world today. You killed her... I'm afraid that I will be retaliated by the other party's organization.

You see, we don't need to... Keep it low-key?"

She cautiously suggested a little stammering.

It's not that she's timid, but she's following behind this young master, and she always feels that this person can burst out and blow people up if he's not careful.

It's really this person who kills people, giving people the feeling that if they touch it, they will die.

She was worried that if Zhao Hongjing didn't control his strength well, he would inadvertently touch her....

Then it's really dead and there is no place to redress grievances.

"Don't be afraid. I'm in a calm mood right now. Zhao Hongjing saw her concern. "And..."

He stepped out of the alley and looked out at the deserted streets.

"Look at the world. this country. ”

"The government can't even guarantee basic law and order, and people are living in dire straits. Unable to resist, he can only bear the mercy of fate. ”

Zhao Hongjing recalled the words that the teacher had whispered to him in his ear. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of me, an indescribable sense of mission and enthusiasm suddenly surged in my heart.

'Why did the teacher choose to give me strength, why did the divine power pass me through difficult and extraordinary tests?' Why did I face such a background?'

"The world is so dark. The spontaneous sense of mission made him suddenly feel that he was the protagonist of the justice of the Mandate of Heaven.

Everything seemed like it was meant to be.