Thousands of cracks, demons dancing.

At this moment, Quentin, who had never believed in God, also began to pray.

I don't ask God to send an angel to save me, I just want to be an awakened one.

Although it is unlikely that becoming an Awakened will not be able to fight his way through this demon city alone, Quentin believes that before he saw these cracks, a monitoring network of sentry posts, drones, and reconnaissance satellites had transmitted the enemy situation to the command center, and perhaps even the appearance of jumping out of the window naked was clearly captured.

But this is a real battlefield, not a war movie made by Commonwealth Hollywood, and no commander will risk heavy losses to send a search and rescue team to rescue a soldier who does not obey orders and commands, voluntarily leaves the team, and then is deeply encircled, unless he has more important value than a search and rescue team.

Considering the cost and time required to transport helicopters and training, a well-equipped and trained search and rescue team could be worth more than $30 million, and Quentin's rotten life wouldn't be worth $30 million anyway, unless he became an Awakened.

However, God could not hear Quentin's prayers, because there were countless people all over the world praying, and not only God and his old people were too busy, but also the gods and Buddhas in the sky were too busy.

Quentin, who has spent most of his life only caring about the pursuit of thrills, did not expect that he would also encounter unbearable stimulation, and his heart was full of regret, knowing that he would definitely die, but he was still unwilling to give up, and his strong desire to survive and adrenaline made him try to control the direction of his fall in the interweaving of panic and calm, and finally successfully landed on the street corner without hurting his feet.

Quentin scrambled to open the weapons case, pulled out a famous desert eagle and a bunch of keys, and sped towards the car parked not far away.

There were almost no cars to find in the entire city of Shanghai, all the cars that could be driven away during the evacuation, and the vehicles that had been parked in the underground parking lot and garage for many years were also temporarily requisitioned, and the SUV parked not far from the hotel was driven by Quentin himself, and now this car is his only hope of survival.

Running ten meters away from the car, suddenly a shadow loomed overhead, Quentin suddenly stopped the momentum, because the brakes were too urgent, the friction between the skin and the ground scraped a layer of blood on the soles of his feet, but the pain in the soles of his feet was far less than the pain of the tightening of the heart.

Quentin saw a long strip of object fall on the roof of the SUV, it was a tentacle thicker than an elephant's leg, shaped like an octopus's tentacle, but instead of a suction cup, it was a "big mouth" full of sharp teeth that kept opening and closing.

The tentacles wrap around the body of the SUV like a python, and then easily roll up the 2-ton car!

Looking further up, the tentacles are owned by a "giant octopus" clinging to the wall at the back of the building, eight of the ten tentacles are wrapped around the wall of the building, three of which are deeply embedded in the wall, and the remaining pair of the longest tentacles, one is wrapped around the car, and the other is slowly reaching Quentin.

Quentin turned around as fast as he could in his life, and ran wildly, but the tentacles behind him were really winding on the ground like pythons, and they were extremely fast.

How long is that thing? Quentin wailed in his heart, he wanted to scold, but he didn't dare to say anything, because talking would affect his breathing and slow down his ability to escape.

Bloody footprints were covered on the road, and the tentacles may have smelled the fishy smell, and they moved more quickly, catching up with Quentin in a blink of an eye, and then bounced off the ground like a python catching prey, stabbing Quentin's upper body.

Hearing the sound of the air breaking behind him, Quentin thought to himself that this time he was dead, and he resigned himself to turning forward, pulling out the pull tab of the grenade in his hand, which was the only weapon he held in his hand when he turned to run.

Flipping forward, although he was able to dodge a pounce, but the next step was certain death, God knows what kind of miserable death would be in the hands of the monster, so Quentin decided to decide his own death. At least, with the power of this grenade, he won't die too slowly, and maybe he can still cause a little damage to this monster.

But Quentin still couldn't get his wish, he obviously clenched the grenade with his five fingers, but the grenade suddenly flew out of his hand, flying straight towards the black head of the octopus monster like a living thing.

Then, when the explosion sounded, a torrent of metal falling from the sky covered the octopus's body layer by layer, and then quickly condensed into a solid state, "tied" the octopus monster to the wall, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free.

It's paranormal!

It's a superpower!

Quentin turned his head in a daze, and there was a white-robed young man in fluttering clothes behind him, standing on top of a long sword, resembling the legendary sword fairy in China.

“merci beaucoup！ (Thank you so much!) ）”

Quentin knew that this white-robed young man was one of the most powerful awakened people today, and when he saw his cold face, Quentin couldn't help but be grateful, he didn't expect that the Far Rescue Society and the Hunter Guild would really send someone to save him, let alone that for such a disobedient thorn as him, the Hunter Guild would invite such a powerful awakener!

"Get on the plane!" The white-robed boy raised his hand, and a stream of liquid metal enveloped Quentin, sending him to the Jingwei helicopter gunship hovering above the building.

Taking advantage of the fact that the monster with the ability to fly had not yet appeared, the Jingwei quickly turned around and left, and flew straight to the station of the Far Salvation Society.

During the flight, Quentin tried to talk to someone, but the rest of the cabin ignored him, just throwing him a suit of clothes, which was still warm and light yellow, with the only decoration being a piece of zebra stripe cloth that was shoulder-width apart.

In terms of French fashion taste, this dress is like a slap of poop, but Quentin knows that he is not qualified to pick and choose, so he obediently puts on his clothes without saying a word, and sits in his seat and looks out the window.

"They ignored me, probably not speaking French or English. If only they had come sooner, then Chloe might not have to die. Quentin thought to himself, "Oh, no, they came soon after the crack appeared, and it was fast enough, poor Chloe, who was too amateurish, to die without even giving a warning, or rather, she was unlucky...... Luckily, I had luck. ”

It didn't take long for the Jingwei to arrive at the temporary base of the Hunter Guild in the Far Rescue Society's residence.

Before he stepped out of the cabin, Quentin saw a large circle of people outside, almost all the mercenaries who came to Shanghai gathered here, and those yellow-skinned and black-eyed "corpse hunters" were also among them.

Quentin thought in a trance that he was really living in a movie, and so many people were waiting for him to return in the base, which gave Quentin the illusion that he was the protagonist in a Hollywood movie, a hero returning from the battlefield.

When hundreds of eyes converged on him, Quentin was moved by this sincere and selfless friendship, as a lone wolf, he had a sense of belonging to an organization for the first time, and an organization like the Hunters' Guild, what reason should there not be attached to?

Chinese people, what great!

Quentin raised his hand, about to let out a triumphant cheer, when a man in a ponytail walked up to him and raised his hand to hold the muzzle of his gun to his temple.