Metropolis.

It's as if all the changes in this world are initiated from this place.

Many years ago, it experienced a devastating explosion, and today, it is once again the starting point of the destruction of the world.

On a street near the center of the city, crowds are fleeing in a hurry.

Just like many other planes, in the face of the end of the world, people will only roar, behind them, the sky is pouring lava, on the street, some devout believers fall to their knees, muttering inaudible words, some are trying to grab food in the supermarket, and some are holding up the sign of the evil god, shouting: "Hell! It's coming! ”

And in the chaotic flow of people, a retrograde woman in red doesn't seem to be so conspicuous.

Sarina's face looked a little helpless, because it seemed that the world was ruined again, of course, from the perspective of dealing with [sin], the white bear's method was the simplest and most effective, but Sarina just didn't want to end this game with this method, after all, the other party was a 'weak unit' that was even physically crippled, as if it was a race against a cripple, even if it won, it would not be glorious.

However, since the framework has collapsed, so be it.

At this time, a private car stumbled out of an alley, and through the windshield, the driver could be seen as a man about 25 years old, he was the only one in the whole car, and the back seat was full of food and suitcases.

It seems that this is another panicked refugee.

Sarina walked over and stood in front of the road where the car was traveling.

The young driver seemed to be a very old car, and at this moment of panic, he reflexively stepped on the brakes. With a creak, the car came to a near halt in front of Sarina.

"! Don't have long eyes! The man stuck his head out of the car and shouted by the neck.

Sarina walked slowly to the passenger side of the car, opened the door, and sat inside.

"You stinky bitch, get out of my car!" The man continued to shout, apparently thinking of Sarina as one of those people who had come to ask for help when they saw the car.

Sarina frowned and turned her face to the man......

"Your name is ...... What the? She asked softly.

The young man's expression froze on his face for a moment, and at this moment, he finally recognized Sarina's face, a face that was so beautiful that he only recognized it now, which was enough to show how panicked his heart was.

Well, in the next second, he became even more panicked, and he realized that the person in front of him was a terrible witch who had killed tens of millions of people with a single sentence on the TV screen, and he had just ..... Uh, scolding her bitch......

"Right...... I'm sorry. His sweat began to seep out of his pores, and instantly soaked through his clothes, and at the same time, he also felt a hot current surging out of his lower body.

"If your lower body smells the slightest, I'll let you stay on the death line for 10,000 years." Sarina said lightly.

The young man didn't know what it meant to 'stay on the line of death', but he combined the scene just now, the tone in which he said it to Sarina, and the length of time of '10,000 years', and he was extremely intelligent enough to realize that if he did tick a little urine, he would definitely regret it.

Therefore, this guy didn't know how to do it, so he instantly called all the parts and muscles on his body, and forcibly suffocated the liquid at the edge of the urethral opening, and his face turned purple.

"Oh, well, good job...... Sarina smiled, "So, how about giving me a ride?" ”

Just like the last time on TV, Sarina said the word "please" again, but no one would think that this woman was really asking for anything, so: "Okay-good-" He nodded vigorously: "Go...... Where to? ”

Sarina pointed in the direction of the sky shattering and burning clouds.

"Over there...... Drive as fast as you can, I promise, and make your death easy. ”

......

......

Parker's feet have never left the gas pedal since that moment, although after listening to Sarina's sentence "Let you die easily", he knew that his fate would definitely not survive, but maybe it was the scene around him now that made him feel that he was dying horizontally, or maybe it was because the sentence 'staying on the death line for 10,000 years' was too cautious, anyway, he seemed to feel that he had received some gift, uh...... even thinks that Sarina is not bad.

Well, this kind of Stockholm syndrome and outrageous dog-licking consciousness that was established in two minutes are indeed a little unacceptable, but he was very attentive and hard-working all of a sudden, and in this gradually crumbling world, he tended to use that old car to send Sarina to the most dangerous place.

And right there, the battle between Superman and the White Bear continues.

Fight between these two men...... It's really just fighting.

It's not a battle, it's not a duel, there's no tricks at all, the strength has reached their level, and the tricks are the most useless things, because as long as it's the most basic collision, the terrible power is enough to penetrate the opponent's body, up to the depths of the ground under your feet, so the act of 'blocking the opponent's attack with your arms' is completely meaningless.

The only thing you can do is to use your body to bear the devastating power.

chest, lower abdomen, throat, and even face.

Just thrashed, and hard-wired.

Let that fist wind blow at these softest parts in an instant, well, even the softest place must be ten thousand times harder than the strongest rock.

So, neither of them spent the slightest extra move to dodge. Just hit! Smash! Bump! Occasionally, fists collided with each other, blasting the surrounding magma into the air again, and the force of the impact broke through the heat and rushed straight into the surrounding towering buildings, each tremor accelerating the collapse of the city. The huge craters that had been trampled out of the ground, the terrible cracks in the ground that had spread to the ground, and the lava were just a few of the aftermath of the fight between the two.

Without the constraints of a framework of power, these two men ...... It's enough to tear the whole world apart.

And under this all-destroying mutual attack.

Something seemed to be stirring in the white bear's mind.

It was a memory, a memory that was possessed before it became a vehicle of power.

In his memory, he also had a fight...... It's about the same as it is at this moment.