The tricolor flag is a flag language that originated during the Yuanjiang Anti-Japanese War, and is a flag language invented by Chairman Yang, which is used by corpse hunters who go out to hunt zombies and mutants to achieve long-distance communication. The tricolor flag language used to be a compulsory subject in the corpse hunter assessment, but now it is an elective course within the Super Energy Academy, and the practical significance is not great, so Yang Dong has only studied the tricolor flag roughly, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to use it.

After a while, a tricolor flag was also waved on another building a few hundred meters away, Yang Dong raised a monocular to observe, and tried to communicate with the other party in an unfamiliar tricolor flag, telling the other party that he could come from the left side of the trail to round, and his side would provide cover.

The chess pieces on both sides waved for a few rounds, and the other party suddenly froze and did not move, and the hands holding the flag hung down, only the head was held high, staring blankly at the sky.

What is he looking at? What's in the sky?

Yang Dong subconsciously looked up at the sky, and the other members of the superbirth team also looked up together, and even Instructor Chandler put down his sniper rifle, took out his binoculars, and looked at the sky.

I saw that several anti-aircraft missiles that had been lifted off one after another drew beautiful curves, stopping the silver dragon and the red dragon galloping above the clouds, and lighting up magnificent fireworks at an altitude of 18,000 meters.

From below, the firelight flashed through the clouds, flashing and flashing, like an orange thunderbolt in the sky, reflecting the clouds in this color.

For the two newcomers, anti-aircraft missiles are nothing more than stupid "creatures" that dare to offend themselves, with no speed but no mass. It wasn't until the missile slammed into its body and exploded that the badly wounded dragon realized his mistake.

But this level of injury did not make them flinch, on the contrary, when the dragon's majesty was challenged, they became furious and quickly descended into the stratosphere in search of their enemies.

By this time, they still had no idea that they had been used as props on the stage.

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Above the city, flares light up the night sky.

When hundreds of bright rays of light began to spread, it was like a line of fire boiling through the black curtain.

In the night sky, where there is no moon or stars, an even thicker darkness is floating, like a flame of arrogance.

At this moment, I don't know how many high-powered telescopes were raised, and I don't know how many lenses were aimed at the raging black fire that burned towards the silver dragon.

As the distance between the two narrowed, the restless darkness gradually calmed down, like a black cloud, as if from a jumping flame to a silent ice.

The next moment, exclamations rang out from all over the world, and the audience of different nationalities, races, and colors of different colors presented an unprecedented fit in this moment, as if they were all speaking the same language - because the syllables they uttered were all so similar: Ah!

Yes!

It was as if for a moment, the pitch-black cloud had come to life.

Wisps of black mist drifted high in the sky, and it was its hazy clothes.

Throwing away the mist, a huge head with hideous horns and sharp teeth and claws first broke into the sight of the silver dragon and the audience, and then the cougar-like body, the huge bat wings on either side of the spine, the sinuous dragon tail with barbs, and the thick and powerful limbs that could crush the tall buildings were all revealed.

It was a dragon that differed from the silver dragon in front of it in two ways: first, the latter had only two horns, while the former had an upright horn in the middle of its head. Second, the color of their bodies is different, one is white from ice, and the other is black from ink.

The silver dragon seemed to be equally deeply shocked, its wings wide open, hovering above it, and raising its head to let out a melodious dragon groan.

The ink dragon was unmoved, and crashed headlong into the silver dragon, and when the distance between the two was only a hundred meters, the horns standing on the top of the ink dragon's head suddenly moved.

The black mist surged, and in the blink of an eye, the horns were gone, leaving only a figure standing at the head of the dragon, the person looked like a young man, with a cold expression, black hair and black eyes, black clothes and black pants, if there were no silver threads between the temples, they would almost merge with the ink dragon under their feet, regardless of each other. It's not like flesh and blood, but like a character sketched out of pen and ink.

If this is the case, the painter must be clever, and he will take a brush with him when he closes the pen, so that a few wisps of black mist and his long black trench coat are blown up by the wind, leaving black streaks behind him.

How can something like a bug stand on the head of a dragon? The silver dragon was completely enraged, its dark blue fusiform pupils suddenly constricted, it did not dodge or dodge, it opened its huge mouth towards the ink dragon, and spewed out an extremely cold breath.

In the face of the dragon's breath that froze everything, the ink dragon also did not dodge or dodge, and at the moment when white and black collided with each other, the ink dragon and the boy collapsed into mist. The black mist frozen by the Frost Dragon's Breath turned a dead gray in an instant, falling in large patches, while more black mist climbed up to the Silver Dragon's body, no matter how the Silver Dragon writhed, it always clung to the Silver Dragon's body, and spread along its scales and teeth into its body.

From a distance, it seems as if the black pigment on the spice pan is mixed with the white pigment in a 1:1 ratio, and more and more gray is stirred.

Soon, the dragon realizes that he is in a bad situation and begins to climb upwards again, trying to use his speed to get rid of this strange enemy that is entangled.

At this moment, a small cloud of black mist flew above the silver dragon's head, quickly condensing.

A pair of pointed scalp shoes stepped on the bridge of the silver dragon's arctic glacier-like nose, the black-haired and silver-sidedness young man put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked forward leisurely, knocked the tip of the silver dragon's nose with the tip of his shoe, and then turned to look at the ice blue eyes that were bigger than his body, raised his chin slightly, and asked, "Do you want to escape?" ”

"Roar—"

The roar of the silver dragon was no longer melodious, and the high-decibel sound was enough to shatter the tempered glass of the car, but the boy standing on the bridge of its nose did not move.

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On the periphery of the Shanghai defense line, inside the military base, Zhang Xinyi reached out to straighten the wearable all-weather observation mirror on the bridge of her nose, staring intently at the sky, although her eyes were dry and unbearable, she didn't want to blink, because she didn't want to miss a moment.

Behind her, the young assistant was half-reclining in an adjustable armchair, wearing a matching goggle to watch the exciting battle begin.

"Sister Yi, why don't you sit? Standing and looking up is very tiring, and it is easy to hurt the cervical spine. You don't have to worry, President Yang is so strong, isn't it easy to catch a dragon? The assistant bit the straw with the juice, she was sure that with Commander Liu and President Yang here, no matter how fierce the big lizard in the sky was, it couldn't make waves, but it wasn't nervous at all.

Zhang Xinyi ignored her words, and took out a special music player with lossless sound quality and plugged in the headphones, before putting on the headphones, Zhang Xinyi asked: "What kind of BGM do you say, what kind of BGM is good for President Yang?" ”