High-tech Development Zone, after a hard battle, Fu Xiaochen finally got back his severed hand, although the skin of his arm has become lignified, but it doesn't matter, after returning to the body, it has changed back to the original.

After a simple move of the arm, I felt that there was no major problem, so I didn't continue to pay attention.

Now the Spiritual Research Center is a mess, and there are more places that need his attention!

He first organized people to rescue the security personnel who had not been killed by the monster from the rubble and sent them to the hospital for treatment.

Later, researchers were organized to clean up the ruins of the building, as well as experimental specimens and various drugs.

These are all high-risk items, and if they are not handled well, they may trigger a major Resident Evil.

The security personnel of the Spiritual Research Center were not much left by the monsters, but only Fu Xiaochen was guarding here, and everyone would not worry about safety.

Even if they thought that the cultists might not be willing to fail and would attack here again, they also thought that with Fu Xiaochen here, they would not be harmed in any way.

In the minds of these researchers, the possibility that the black monster could run away has long been ruled out.

They were all waiting for Luo Nian to bring back the Tiger Soul Crystal. Although the situation is not as they expected.

The Tiger Soul Crystal was swallowed by the Demon King who was killed halfway, and their Luo Zhenshou went to fight with the two reclusive masters in the city.

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The Count is on the run! He didn't even bother with his beloved coffin, the one he'd slept in the most comfortable he'd slept in 10 years, and he planned to fly it back to Europe, but now he had time to fly wildly through the city alleys with his gun.

Crazy dog barking came from behind, and dozens of fierce dogs chased after him.

It was a tracking hound specially trained by the Operations Section of the Countermeasures Command Bureau. So much has happened to the Spiritual Research Center

These hounds have strong limbs, excellent explosiveness and endurance, are able to run for long periods of time, and have a wide jaw and well-developed biting muscles to ensure that they have a strong fighting ability.

And they weren't alone, there was an eagle hovering above the dogs, and it was constantly providing directions for the dogs.

Several operatives from the Operations Section followed from a distance behind, preventing the Earl from jumping over the wall in a hurry, and directly turned around and killed all the hounds.

The roundup was also presided over by Jim Harvey, the deputy chief of the town-level strong man's operations section, a muscular white man who was once a brilliant boxer.

But he was once banned for life because he shot too hard and disabled his opponent.

However, Jack Chen, who was still the deputy director of the New York Bureau of the Countermeasures Command Bureau at that time, fell in love with the other party's excellent muscle control and ability to explode.

He was recruited into the Countermeasures Command Bureau, and after 10 years of fighting, he honed his combat skills, and finally stepped into the town guard level three years ago with his strong and inhuman body.

Jim wears a street thug outfit, which is his habit, and he was a street thug in New York before boxing.

Although he developed later, he still felt comfortable in this dress.

In his own words, he was originally a thug, and he was a thug in everything he dressed, so there was no need to pretend to be a Sven.

A baseball cap with a sleeveless shirt, a denim jacket on the top, a pair of white-washed jeans on the bottom, and sneakers bought at a street stall on the feet.

He followed the hound slowly, but not at all, and he was always 30 meters away from the Earl, which ensured that he would be able to dodge the Count as soon as he drew his gun and aim.

The two sides had been chasing for more than half an hour, and both men understood that it was impossible for Jim to catch the Earl, even if he was stronger than the Earl.

A strong man at the town guard level was bent on escaping, and without three strong men of the same level intercepting him, he could not be left behind.

But the earl dared to mess around on his own territory without paying any price, and in the future, wouldn't any cat or dog come up and step on his feet.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but get angry.

I was lazy and slept in the office, but this bastard actually sneaked in to kill people and set fires.

If you don't take some of the Earl's parts back, I'm afraid I'll be sprayed like a dog by the director.

He took out the coin in his pocket and clasped it with his thumb, and the muscles of his body exploded instantly, and the coin was shot into the back of the count like a bullet out of the chamber.

The Count's body twisted strangely, as if his entire ribcage had been folded, and his entire back had shrunk to half of its original size, so that it could avoid Jim's coin.

Jim couldn't help but lick his lips when he saw this magical scene, "What a magical body!" I wonder how many punches you can block me? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles of his legs tensed like springs, and they exploded in an instant, leaving two footprint-shaped holes in the ground, and after several times of borrowing force on the surrounding walls, the whole person pounced on the Earl's back like a big bird, and his left hand clenched his fist aimed at the Earl's heart to penetrate with a punch.

The Earl, who was running ahead, noticed the commotion behind him, stopped on the spot, spun and kicked, and stopped Jim's left fist. The fists and feet touched, and the earl was directly blown away, and the leather shoes on the soles of his feet were also blasted out of a big hole, and he couldn't wear them at all.

The two men fought in an instant in the narrow alley, and Jim's heavy punches were like tank shells, unstoppable.

The Earl didn't dare to take it head-on at all, so he could only rely on his nimble body to maneuver with him, but in less than a minute, he was hit twice and his ribs and arm bones were broken.

But the vampire's recovery ability is extremely strong, and the broken arm is completely healed after only two breaths.

Although the fracture is only a minor injury for the vampire, if he continues to be beaten like this, he is afraid that he will not be able to get out of the magic capital alive.

And it was surrounded by hounds and members of the Operations Division. It seems that this time it will not be so easy to get out of the way.

In that case, you can only use a trick!

"Stop fighting, I'll surrender!" The Count fell to his knees and raised his spear above his head with both hands.

The whole face looked pitifully at Jim like a bullied little girl, and Jim seemed to be a wicked person who abused his captives.

"Yo, aren't you quite capable? Dare to lurk into the demon capital, and broke the arm of the shepherd with one shot, why did he surrender now. ”

Jim looked at the vampire across from him and couldn't help but clench his fists, wanting to punch the bastard.

Before, in order to chase this bastard, I was so tired that I almost vomited all my bitter gall.

Originally, I only planned to unload some parts on this guy and bring them back to hand over the errand, but who knew that this guy surrendered directly.

Although I still want to beat this thing up, but there are so many people under my hands watching.

If any guy is not strict and goes back and misses a few words, he will have to eat and hang up again.

Jim took out the ability handcuffs from behind and threw them in front of the other party, "Don't be stunned, handcuff yourself yourself." ”

His eyes were glued to each other to prevent him from suddenly outbursting and hurting others.

His hands are also clenched into fists, and if this guy is cheating, it is convenient to wait for the next punch to blow the bastard's head.

"Hey, Howler! Elder brother! The Count was undisciplined, and skillfully handcuffed himself.

Some of the submissiveness made Jim feel incredible.

"Why did you surrender so quickly?" He couldn't help but ask.

"One of my ADCs was captured alive in the grass with a group of minions from your order, what can I do? ADC skin is thin and thick and the damage is low, and now there are too many perverts in the flesh strengthening system, and everyone who sees a gun is like seeing an experience gift package.

If you don't come up and slash me twice, as if you're sorry for yourself, did I dig your ancestral grave or sleep with your mother? The count's face was full of sorrow.

"Come on, you TM stick your head out, I'll take a brick and add a buff to you!" On the verge of rage, Jim pulled out a brick from the wall next to him and was about to pick it up to add a state to the earl's head. But before he could do anything, his subordinates rushed up and stopped him.

"Don't stop me, let me add a status to this guy and let him know the hospitality of our Operations Division!" Jim struggled a bit, but was stuffed into the car by his own subordinates.

The last group of people escorted the voluntarily surrendered earl back to the countermeasures command post.

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In the attic of the old apartment, the priestess bandaged her eyes briefly, and quickly cleaned up the surrounding things.

Now the high-tech park is a hornet's nest that has been pierced, and the official power of the magic city will soon rush here like crazy.

If you don't leave now, you will be surrounded by each other, and you won't be able to leave if you want to.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the priestess hesitated to open it. The other tenants of this building don't have the guts to knock on their door, so who is knocking now?

Before she could make a decision, the door was gently pushed open, as if it were not locked at all, but she was sure that she must have locked it, and there were many defensive traps in front of it, and ordinary people could not enter without her permission.

But the people who came in were clearly beyond the scope of ordinary people.

A slender blonde woman in her mid-30s with a charming face walked into the room, ignoring the half-decomposed corpses around her, her eyes always on the vigilant priestess.

Vana Crohn, 41, was born in Columbus, Ohio, the "cult family" Crohn family, the fourth daughter of the head of the family, graduated from Columbia University with a master's degree in religion and biology.

Eight years ago, he was wanted for kidnapping, fraud, robbery, assault on police and other crimes, and joined the Doomsday Cult after absconding. His whereabouts since then are unknown. The white-collar beauty opened her mouth and read out a short resume.

"You are truly your father's pride! After all, he's just leading a small order of fraudsters who cheat money, and you're really joining the cult," the blonde looked at each other with a smile, she put her handbag beside her, and the silver bracelet on her wrist instantly broke into a long steel wire that floated around the woman like life.

The priestess looked at the woman opposite, her eyes full of jealousy, but she still asked unceremoniously, "Elaine Thompson, you, the military attache of the U.S. Embassy, are also planning to wade into this troubled water?" From your standpoint, shouldn't you sit down and watch the play? ”

"Huh! That's not your business. As soon as the words fell, the slender steel wire resembled a spirit snake, and with the blonde woman's magnetic ability, it often went to the priestess's neck at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The priestess's face became even more gloomy, the sacrificial knife in her hand flashed with a faint red light, and a burst of red smoke blocked the steel wire, forming a huge shield of smoke.

It was a smoke shield she had strengthened through her secret arts, as hard as steel, and no rifle bullet could penetrate it.

But the wire pierced the shield directly, as if the shield could not affect it in the slightest.

The tip of the wire flashed with blue light, and all the red smoke was destroyed by the evaporation of the lightning. The wire pierced the priest's wrist with the knife.

The blonde woman's fingers flicked, and the wire was like a sharp blade, cutting off the priestess's wrist directly.

The priestess let out a terrible scream, and her severed hand fell to the ground with her sacrificial sword, and the red smoke directly broke down and dissipated into the air.

The priestess looked at the blonde opposite her with a resentful face, and after quietly crushing the amulet hidden in her sleeve with her other hand, she threw everything behind and rushed to the window to jump out of the window.

The carrion, discarded in the corner of the room like garbage, stood up silently and threw herself at the blonde's back.

There was a flash of silver light, and the corpse was scattered all over the ground, but no filth could get close to the blonde's body.

The priestess also stopped her way of running, not because she didn't want to run, but because almost all the windows were blocked by slender silver wires, and if she jumped out rashly, she would be directly dismembered.

"What do you want?" Vana Crohn calms down and tries to negotiate to save her life.

But the other party didn't have any idea of negotiating, and the silver thread cut directly through her neck. The blood splattered from the stalk spurted the skull, and Vana Crohn fell to the ground as a headless corpse.

The severed head rolled to Ailian's feet like a leather ball, with a stunned look on her face, and her pupils that were losing their luster stared at her, full of unwillingness and fear!

Elaine retracted her silver thread into a ring and put it on her finger, and the steel wire that had been used to attract attention was restored to the form of a bracelet. Only those who have actually fought with her know that Elaine's silk threads have always been two, one is a steel wire that attracts attention, and the other is a silver thread so thin that it is almost invisible.

She simply rummaged through Vana Crohn's belongings, and after finding nothing of value, she couldn't help but pout, and secretly cursed the poor ghost, who didn't even have a piece of Source Energy Crystal on her body.

Turning to go downstairs, there was an ordinary black sedan parked around the inconspicuous corner at the bottom of the building.

She pulled open the door and sat inside.

"How's it going?" An elderly gentleman asked, it was the American ambassador Paine Thomas, who was sitting upright in the car, holding his cane in both hands, and adjusting the angle of his cane with some uneasiness, apparently worried about something.

"All the best!" Ai Lian pressed the button in her hand, and the handbag he left in the room exploded instantly, enveloping the entire room with raging flames, turning all traces into charcoal.

Paine let out a long sigh of relief, so that no one would find out that the person who died was Vana Crohn, let alone how she had quietly infiltrated the Demon City by avoiding the eyes and ears of the Demon Capital officials and the Countermeasures Command Bureau. Even Vana Crohn had no idea who she was able to rely on to carry out this plan.

Some things can never be exposed to the sun! Now peace is precious! No one wants to really provoke a war! Unless he is sure of victory!