The fierce gunfire has already attracted the attention of passers-by, except for those who fled in a hurry, the bold ones are approaching this side to see what is going on, and the more cautious ones are far away, holding the phone in their hands to call the police, and the curious crowd of onlookers has never been the preserve of the Chinese people, even in other worlds.

Presumably, the police who received the call will be here soon.

"We're almost there, turn a corner, and the exit will be there, and my companion should have been waiting for us on the side of the road." Running forward again, Lancer gasped and excitedly pointed to the exit of the alley not far ahead, where Lincoln Avenue was in sight.

However, just before the three of them were about to reach the exit of the alley, a man dressed in black and wearing a hood with his head bowed stopped in front of them.

Gong Bing turned around and sent Lancer and Dr. Lancer to the cars everywhere, his movements becoming more and more skillful, and it tasted like practice makes perfect.

"Gong Bing, I warned you!" Lancer groaned as he touched his buttocks, like a fried kitten.

Gong Bing, who was too lazy to respond, raised his gun and aimed it at the roadblocker, because the other party's low-hanging hands were empty, so although it was quite strange that the other party didn't say a word, Gong Bing didn't shoot at the first time.

Just when Gong Bing was puzzled, the roadblocker finally spoke.

"Miss Lancer, it's been a long time since you've been away from home, so please come back with me now." The slightly immature voice can't tell the difference between men and women.

Letting go of the annoyed Lancer, he stuck out his little head behind the car and looked at the roadblocker.

"Who are you?"

"Boss Damon is very angry about you running away from home without permission, you should have had enough, Miss Lancer, you can go back with me." The roadblocker said in an old-fashioned voice in a childish voice.

"I won't go back with you, you go back and tell him that he wants me to marry that kind of person, I won't agree, let him die that heart." Lancer twisted his head.

"Miss Lancer, now is not the time to be willful, if you have something to say, you should go back and tell him face to face." The roadblock shook his head.

Gong Bing listened to it for a long time, and it felt like watching the eight o'clock stall in the evening.

"Damon is your father?" Gong Bing squinted at Lancer and asked, the muzzle of the gun still pointed at the other party.

Lancer nodded.

"Do you know this guy?"

"I don't know." Lancer shook his head.

"Then you're here to have a with him." Gong Bing pouted.

Lancer paused for a moment, then came to his senses: "Yes, yes, I don't know this guy." Lancer nodded like a rice-pecking hen.

"Who you are, I don't know you." Lancer quickly changed his face and said to the roadblocker.

If it is best for Lancer to go with the other party, then he only needs to send the doctor away, he is not willing to get involved in other people's family affairs, it is purely thankless, but since Lancer himself is unwilling, then it is better to let this matter stop, send the other party away, and escort the two away quickly is the most important thing he should do at present.

"Stupid mortal, if I were you, I would be nosy." The roadblocker seemed to have just discovered Gong Bing's presence, and the other party gently lifted his hood.

The sky-blue medium-length hair was swept back of the head, revealing a white forehead, and under the same blue eyebrows were a pair of eyes like a lake, and the young face looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Pathetic mortal, do you think that what you have in your hands will protect you and defeat the mighty Wobagh me?" The roadblocker's tone was two, and his eyes were fixed on Gong Bing's toes.

Vobag? Am I Baga? The name is enough for the second idiot, I don't know what kind of genius his parents are, they can change such a name for him, and the other party doesn't look at him, and his contempt is even more grandiose.

"Oh ha, Ya Butterfly, Ichiku." Gong Bing asked tentatively.

"What nonsense, are you scolding me?" Wobag's eyebrows furrowed, and he replied unceremoniously.

It's no surprise that how could he meet a fellow countryman so coincidentally, phew, who is a fellow countryman with him.

At this time, Gong Bing also saw that the other party would not let them go easily, and he didn't know if there would be other masked men chasing after him, but if it dragged on, the police would definitely come here.

Without waiting for Gong Bing to think about it, Wobagh had already taken the lead in attacking.

I saw him raise his arm and slap it forward, and a sphere with blue mist condensed from his palm and flew towards Gong Bing.

Gong Bing's eyes were cold, and he dodged to the side, only to feel a deep cold current passing in front of him, and he decisively raised his hand to shoot at Wobag's leg, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle in the firelight, but it stopped in front of the latter.

A pale blue transparent wall of ice that appeared out of thin air blocked the bullet's path, and the cracked ice wall was then wrapped in bullets and scattered all over the ground, turning into a puddle of water.

Will you send water balloons, and there are guards? This guy is still a master......

The effect of this picture is much more windy than Lancer's telekinesis, people are really different from people, Gong Bing glanced at Lancer with disdain, Lancer didn't know why, and subconsciously glared back.

Wobagh then flipped his hands and flew up, and more dangerous moves were used by him, only to see a series of ice blades turned into a knife array and shot out, Gong Bing hurriedly reacted, with more and more vigorous skills in the narrow alley back and forth, only to see that the ice blade easily left deep scars on the wall and the car, Gong Bing took a little risk, and the idea of trying the effect of the ice blade on his body was not enough.

Gong Bing tried to rush forward to get close to the other party, but the other party didn't need to charge or regain his breath at all, the ice blade came at hand, making it difficult for him to grasp the gap, and after returning several times without success, Gong Bing dispelled the idea.

At this time, he found that the other party was going to kill as soon as he made a move, so he didn't have to be polite, he immediately put away the pistol and took out a micro charge from his back.

Micro Charge was captured from the enemy just now, and by the way, he also took two full magazines.

This micro-shot is small and lightweight, making it ideal for carrying around, and although it sacrifices ammunition and range, the rate of fire and accuracy at close range are satisfactory.

Gong Bing took the time to shoot at Wobbag, but the bullet stopped in front of the opponent's ice wall shield again.

In a short period of time, neither side hurt each other, and it seemed to be evenly matched under the stalemate, but Gong Bing felt that the temperature around him was getting colder and colder, and blue and white frost slowly appeared on the ground and walls nearby.

Lancer and Dr. Lancer on the side were already holding their shoulders at this moment, squatting on the ground and fighting with their teeth, shivering.

In addition to being sharp, the Ice Blade's extreme cold temperature can also cause great damage to itself.

If this continues, he can only run away, but Gong Bing is not reconciled, in addition to losing the possible reward, it will also destroy the opportunity for himself and Lancer to increase their trust in each other.

He also plans to get in touch with the world of the Alien through Lancer, and there are not many opportunities to meet such a young and simple-minded Abnormal Girl, and it will not be so easy to fool if she comes to someone who is a little older and more mature.

God knows if with the continuous improvement of his strength, he will encounter more powerful abilities, and if he doesn't seize every opportunity to learn more now, he is afraid that it will be too late when he encounters danger in the future.

As if by mistake, one of the ice blades headed towards Lancer.

This guy seems to be plotting to kill the boss's daughter, is it a rebellion, Gong Bing complained in his heart.

Looking at the ice blade that kept expanding in her eyes, Lancer was shocked, she couldn't react at all, and she could only close her eyes and wait for death when she was at a loss.