The streets were full of potholes, the rain of the past few days was accumulated, and the giant wheeled vehicles brought up mud spots when they ran over, Meng Hui shuttled lightly through the crowd, did not deliberately avoid the muddy water, but did not leave any dirty marks on the special clothes and trousers.

No one wants to go to the trouble of filling in the streets of the old city, which is chaotic, full of looting and fighting, and although the civilian ammunition is not as powerful as the major chaebol groups, it is still easy to blast some dents in the reinforced ground.

The old town is still lively at night.

The dimly lit and cramped streets, lined with towering and cluttered metal buildings, have an invisible sense of oppression. The people who came and went were either scantily clad or wearing trench coats and hoods, and when they saw Meng Hui in the uniform of the trial company, they all reflexively moved away a few steps away.

As he was about to turn the corner, Meng looked back in the direction he had come. The submarine apartment resembles a huge abandoned submarine, diagonally inserted into the ground, and countless small square windows shimmer gray-silver in the night sky. She quickly recognized the window that belonged to her for the time being, and the silver light was dim, indicating that the owner had left.

"Hey, hey!" A sneaky, skinny young man boldly stepped forward, hung his head nervously, and asked in a low and quick voice, "Do you want an identity?" All it takes is five firebolts! ”

Meng Hui was about to push him away and leave, and when she stretched out her hand, she suddenly thought that her identity mark here was the Alpha team leader of the trial company, and it was helpful to go to some places, but it was a big obstacle for the follow-up tasks.

"One, or fuck off." Meng Hui threatened to talk about the price according to the hunter's "habitual urine" language.

"Too, too little!" The little thin man retorted tremblingly, but he had no intention of leaving.

"Do you want me to repeat it?"

"No, no, don't be angry, one is one! It's not convenient here, come with me. The little thin man wrinkled his face, as if he had made a big decision, gritted his teeth and beckoned to Meng Hui, asking her to follow far behind him to trade in a remote place.

Meng Hui pulled the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself that this kind of trick of luring enemies seemed to be very popular everywhere. This little thin man actually dared to rob the hunter of the trial company, it seems that the accomplice should be very set.

Meng Hui didn't really think that the little thin man really wanted to trade with her normally, this person looked so scared that he was trembling, but he dared to find her, which was originally a very contradictory thing.

Besides, although flame bombs are contraband, as long as you put a little effort into it, it is not impossible to buy them on the black market in the old city, so there is no need to risk your life to find hunters to trade.

However, Meng Hui not only wanted to buy an identity mark, but also wanted to try the fit between body and soul by the way, so he simply followed the little thin man forward without hesitation at all. She can foresee all kinds of fights in the future, and in order not to make mistakes in the really important tasks, she must try her skills and become familiar with hand-to-hand combat and firearms.

"It's coming, it's coming." The little thin man turned his head and smiled flatteringly, turning one deserted street corner after another, his tattered gray T-shirt and coarse cloth shorts stained with muddy water.

Meng Hui's mind was full of thoughts, and he had already noticed that there were two big men in the corner in front of him, one with a black tiger head tattooed on his arm, and the other with a snake tattooed on his neck. Both of them have white hair and white eyes, indicating that they are both descendants of warriors who participated in the Battle of Freedom.

There are several biochemical battles in the War for Freedom, many of which have mutated the genes of the fighters, most of whom have not survived the war, and the survivors have a special combat factor in their genes, making them extremely powerful without modification.

The characteristics of these people are white hair and white pupils, which have been inherited for two generations and are still like this, but the blood is diluted, and the current white pupils' combat power is certainly not as good as the first generation.

"No wonder you're so bold." Meng Hui stood still in the spacious dark alley and did not continue to walk. Except for her, the little thin man, and the two white pupils, there was nothing alive here.

The little thin man paused, turned around and pretended not to understand: "Huh? What's wrong? It's here, please follow me a few more steps. ”

"Still not out yet? The face of the first generation of white pupils has been lost by the two of you! The moment Meng Hui spoke, his toes touched the ground, the blood in his slender calves flowed rapidly, and his muscle elasticity was exerted to the extreme, driving his whole body to jump lightly onto the abandoned balcony on the third floor.

The little thin man's face changed suddenly, his eyes were cruel, and his words were murderous: "Kill her!" ”

The white-eyed men hiding on both sides of the dark alley raised their guns and shot below, and the other flew up to the balcony on the second floor, and kept moving up, trying to suppress them with fire from a high place.

At the same time as the two of them set off, Meng Hui mobilized all his energy, stretched out his left hand to his right waist and pulled out a gun aimed at the middle-aged man with a snake tattoo below, kicked his right foot violently at the moment of shooting, crossed the distance between the two abandoned buildings, and jumped to the balcony where the young man with the tattooed tiger head landed on the balcony in the blink of an eye.

Boom –

The flame bomb accurately broke through the folk homemade bullet shot by the middle-aged, and the moment it exploded, the flames enveloped the middle-aged, and the green fire that could destroy the android in an instant engulfed the white-eyed body.

On the other hand, the young man didn't expect Meng Hui to be so fast. Every time he tried to pull away and fly back, the opponent could correctly predict where he landed, and rushed to the right attack point at the first time, swinging one knife after another at his neck, heart, and temples.

The young man saw the white light pass by repeatedly, but each time it was a little bit short of a distance to penetrate his lifeline, and he quickly realized that the other party was not killing him at all, but using him as a training toy!

"Kill her! Take her weapons! The little thin man below still did not leave, but seemed to be a leader, constantly scolding the young man to get weapons at all costs.

Meng Hui couldn't see any emotion in Bai Tong's eyes, but he could clearly feel that the young man was not very happy. Her eyes flashed slightly, and she suddenly twisted around the moment she jumped to the young man's side, holding the metal railing of the balcony with her hand, and turned over and jumped down the dark alley one after another.

"! Come and save me! The little thin man ran away, looking back and forth.

Meng Hui was like a leopard, bowed and swooped forward, his modified legs had already surpassed the limits of human beings, and he intercepted the opponent in just five seconds. Before the little thin man could make a sound begging for mercy, his neck was cut by a white light.

The head hit the ground, and the body inertia ran forward a few steps, and streams of dark red blood burst out of the arteries and sprayed in the darkness ahead.

Meng Hui suppressed the nervousness, disgust, fear and other emotions in his heart, and turned his head as expressionless as possible, only to see that the white-eyed young man really didn't make any more moves.

"What do you owe him? Or did he promise you something? ”

"A new identity."

Meng Hui looked at the palm of his left hand, where there was no line-like blue light flowing, she took two steps forward and said tentatively: "You don't look like someone who can sell your identity, do you...... Are you a fugitive from the office? ”

。 Wonderful Book House