In the Hope Base, shrouded in a lingering fog, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves, which were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, mixed with the men's irritable roars and wild laughter.

It was a group of soldiers on tall horses. The horses were unusually strong, wearing heavy metal helmets, and the soldiers wore military jackets and metal spears that hung from the ground.

The two cavalrymen led by him were different from the others, with fine armor on top of their jackets, one with a beard and the other with an iron jaw guard.

"This thief will surely die if he drags him back to Semen!" The man with the iron jaw guard strangled the horse under his crotch, causing it to raise its hooves and neigh, and then roared vaguely. There was a thick nylon rope on the horse's back, and the rope stretched tightly into the mist, and a man was tied to the other end of the mist. The man's clothes were worn to pieces, and the flesh on his body was dripping with blood, and although he was not dead, he was also half-crippled. He lay on his legs in the slush with his legs crossed, trembling all over his body, and his breath was like a gossamer.

The bearded man who was following also stopped his horse, then leaned over to look at the man, and said with a smile: "5 tables of 'Fennel House' feast, I bet that he will not die, whoever loses, invite the brothers to eat." ”

"Grand Director, we're done!" The iron-masked man's legs shook the horse's belly: "Drive!" ”

Then the horse neighed into the mist, and the speed was like an arrow off the string. As soon as the thick rope crumbled, the tied man rolled on the ground, rolling into the fog with slush, and even if it hit the shoulder of the road, the man did not snort, probably because he had no strength to wail. If you look closely at the bloodied man, you will find that he is the Wasp, who has been blocked by patrolmen for prying at the burglar window of the butcher shop, and has ended up in such a miserable field.

"The deputy director is a scoundrel, dragging it so hard, it's no wonder if he doesn't die!" One of the horsemen quipped, causing the other horsemen to laugh.

The chief secretary said proudly: "It's okay. "He's probably proud of such a brutal subordinate......

Suddenly! Suddenly there was a muffled sound of flesh in the thick morning mist, accompanied by a painful moan: "Uh-huh." Then came the neighing of horses and the sound of heavy objects falling.

The patrolmen heard something strange, and several cavalrymen shouted: "Deputy Director! Then he tore off his military jacket, picked up his metal spear, clamped the horse's belly and rushed into the depths of the morning mist. As the soldier rushed, his body gradually changed, and their backs seemed to be rapidly weathering off the dandruff, and then a very thick layer of gray skin was opened, which thickened at a rate that was discernible to the naked eye, and finally like rhinoceros skin, and so on.

After three or four patrolmen rushed into the morning fog across their horses, they saw the deputy director lying on the ground with a bow, and the man with the iron mask with a jaw guard had not had time to catalyze the transformation of his body, and his head was twisted off, and the neck was turned more than twice, and the neck was all drawn, and there was not much skin and flesh attached.

And next to the body of the deputy director, it was He Hao, who was wearing a black velvet coat and standing up with a wasp.

Without saying a word, the patrolmen pressed their bodies close to their horses, then raised their clenched spears and launched a cavalry charge. With a burst of shouting in his mouth: "Drive!" Drive! Drive! "The horse was running faster and faster, and the sound of hooves was deafening.

He Hao didn't look back, he raised his five fingers and drew a half-circle lightly - the sand between his fingers!

In the next moment, the purple magnetic shaped lightning turned into ripples and swept along the earth, neighborhoods, and sky, and it did not have any terrifying lethality, but only left a large area of high-energy magnetic field. But at the moment when He Hao clenched his iron hand, the magnetic field suddenly exerted a magnetic attraction to the central position, and the block shrouded by the 'finger sand field' exploded in an instant—all the steel bars, iron, carbon stones, street lamps, vehicles, roller shutter doors, manhole covers, and even all the materials that could be magnetized were tightly embedded together!

"Wow!" The patrol felt that the horse in the heavy metal helmet was also pulled towards the center of the magnetic field, and the horse could not stop neighing, but there was no way to break free. The same is true of the spears in the hands of the patrolmen, as if they were being held by infinite force, and they gathered with their horses towards the growing pile of metal debris.

The quick reflex let go, so he fell into the slush in embarrassment and rolled several times before he stabilized himself.

The slow to react screamed and plunged into the pile of wreckage. Then he was slapped on his body by the flying street lamp, although they were not injured because of the catalytic body, but the deformed street lamp tortured him like a shackle, so that he could not break free, until he was buried alive by the continuous flying wreckage......

Everything happens so fast, in a matter of seconds. And it was at this moment that a huge spherical wreckage with a diameter of nearly 4 meters condensed in the center of the block. It looms in the fog, and it's terrifying. Even more terrifying was the disembowelment and torn limbs of the horses, and the thick blood flowing out of the cracks, dripping shallow pits on the snow......

The patrolman who had saved his life stood up, and he staggered back. Obsessed in his mouth: "The Great Director...... The Grand Secretary ......"

He Hao urged a 4,000-fold gravitational field at the other end of the mist, and the wreckage rolled out, it came into contact with the snow, constantly rippling with purple lightning, and then there was a distorted and swinging visual illusion on the block, and the wreckage was curled into a strange oval illusion, its speed became faster and stronger!

Finger sand field - surging rolling stones.

With each roll of the wreckage, it kicks up a large amount of iron filings and rubble, so that it makes a sharp sound of metal twisting, and it runs from the street to the end of the street.

The patrol who couldn't dodge was smashed squarely, and his body was bent back to back, even if he had hard skin, he also exploded and died. The tender organs were squeezed out of the cracked body, then crushed into a paste that stuck to the ground mixed with slush......

The high-speed rolling stones tore through the fog and approached the Grand Director. When the bearded man saw this terrifying scene, the Rolling Stone was already close at hand. He turned over and dismounted with a pale face, and at the same time catalyzed his body, but the next moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly fell into darkness!

Ink-colored metal soot erupted from under He Hao's nylon coat, squirting out in the form of a rapid shot!

Looking down on the entire block, the smoke and dust resembled an extremely ugly inky skeletal ghost face, it quickly expanded, and then exploded in an instant, so that the smoke replaced the fog, and the whole block was devoid of any light, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal grinding, which sounded like the rhythmic hissing of a swarm of bats!

Finger Battlefield - Dark Veil.

The chief of the department who fell into the darkness was also killed by the rolling stone because of his limited vision. He is known as the 'Executioner of Hope', and he is the number one figure in the base, but he didn't expect that he didn't even know the appearance of his opponent, so he returned to his hometown under He Hao's killing moves.

The wreckage rolled over two buildings before it subsided, and a loud sound echoed through every corner of the base. When the survivors looked out at the neighborhood and saw the inky metal smoke that was beginning to dissipate, they exclaimed, "Ha! The base should have this report! ”

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It wasn't long before reinforcements from the Hope base arrived in the ruined neighborhood, and the medic made their way through the collapsed building in search of the Grand Master, only to find his body mixed with the corpse of a horse, and he was inseparable from its flesh......

"Who did it?" A grim-faced senator asked the last patrol soldier who had survived, and the man trembled and said he didn't know. Because he didn't see anything, he passed out in a whirlwind......

Shangshen looks like he is in his 40s, but he has a strong body, more energetic than those in his thirties, his gray hair is neatly combed on the top of his head, and the grace on his face is not angry and arrogant.

"Let's go down and get some rest." Shang Shen raised his head and signaled, and then surveyed the neighborhood, he looked at the surrounding buildings that had been demolished and said, "It must be the power manipulator, the Great Lord, you see how brutal this attack is. ”

There was a large group of heavily armed soldiers behind the Shang Shen, and among the soldiers there was an old man in the twilight, the old man looked sluggish, and his body was full of the smell of incense powder, the old man waved his hand and said: "What Liang Shangshen said is that Liang Shangshen decides." Then the old man coughed up a mouthful of yellow phlegm, and the sputum bubbled, as if the old man had an incurable disease.

After thinking for a while, Na Liang said: "I'm afraid it's a thug who has fallen here, this big director has always been arrogant in law enforcement, and he should have offended the thugs, so it's better for us to find him out and treat him with courtesy." If you can take it under your command, you can eliminate the legacy. Second, we can protect our base, which is the best policy for both worlds. ”

"Hmm!" The Great Lord pursed his lips and nodded, he thought the same thing.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind them: "Dad." ”

It's Mu Chun. He glanced at Liang Shangshen and sneered. I think he is a gallant, can such a large military base beg for mercy from a survivor? Then he continued: "What a thug is, it's a janitarian. A wealthy businessman from outside our base has arrived, and it is estimated that all this was done by the rich businessman's guards. ”

"How can this ......" Mu Chun's father, the big lord with a face full of cancer, didn't understand why the rich merchant's guards would wreak havoc on his base.

Mu Chun waved his hand and said, "Oh Dad, don't think about it." The rich merchant was a woman, young and spicy, and it was my dish. Then he smiled and closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he said, "Make a feast, and then bring her." If I go back and marry that little girl. Our family's hope base can definitely compete with the plague city. Save them from collecting taxes month after month. ”

The Great Lord looked at his handsome son, and glanced at the silent Liang Shangshen. "Hmm! "sighed......

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