"Yang Xiaoqian! Sniper! ”

"What?"

Sniper? There are snipers on the other side too!

The hairs stood up, and Yang Xiaoqian's pupils contracted sharply, just catching the gorgeous spark in the northwest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Before he had time to have any thoughts, Yang Xiaoqian's leg muscles began to contract, ready to dodge to the side.

Can you dodge?

Hard.

Can anyone come to the rescue?

The black ghost was too far away, and Yu Qian could only intercept the bullet beside him.

It's dead......

This moment was so long, Yang Xiaoqian could clearly hear Yu Qian's roar, Wang Hai's shout, and could clearly see one after another faces with different expressions, his own people, enemies, and innocent people.

The strange state of the first awakening reappeared, and Yang Xiaoqian turned his gaze to see if he could see the bullet that was about to take his life.

However, there was a sudden impact on his side, and his eyes moved to the left front, and he could not see the flying bullet.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xiaoqian found himself falling to the ground, the strange state was lifted, he turned his head to look to the right, and a forefinger warrior fell to the position where Yang Xiaoqian was standing, and a big hole was broken in his left rib, and with his slight breathing, he could see the mutilated internal organs and white bones in the hole rise and fall slightly, and the broken bones were inserted into the internal organs, and it was hard to imagine the pain that his words could not describe at the moment.

"Yu Qian came to me, Wang Hai, can you still use a gun? Knock out the opposing snipers! Yang Xiaoqian said into the walkie-talkie, and then walked to the person who saved him, completely forgetting the danger. Yang Xiaoqian remembered this person's name, his name was Deng Xingli.

Although the consumption was not small, Yu Qian immediately flew over to ensure that the next sniper could not hurt Yang Xiaoqian.

And Yang Xiaoqian bent his left leg and slowly squatted down on one knee, looking at the young soldier who sacrificed his life to save himself without saying a word, Yang Xiaoqian felt as if a large piece of cotton was stuffed in his throat, itchy, painful, stuffy, and unable to open his mouth.

"Give me a good time." Deng Xingli opened his mouth with difficulty, and the movement of his chest and internal tissues when he spoke made him feel even more painful than death.

Yang Xiaoqian did not raise the gun, but pulled out a morphine injection and pricked it on Deng Xingli's body, and said softly: "Don't say stupid words, the big army will be here soon, hold on, breathe steadily, slow down your heartbeat, what else, how do you instructors teach ...... usually"

Deng Xingli smiled bitterly, he didn't have the strength to speak again, he just looked at Yang Xiaoqian with begging eyes, and everyone could see what he meant: It's really hopeless, give it a good time.

Bitterness overflowed from his heart, Yang Xiaoqian no longer fantasized about being able to save Deng Xingli, who was bent on death, reached out and pulled out the pistol in his holster, pulled the machine to load, and said: "Okay, I'll give you a good time, but you tell me first, why save me?" ”

Yang Xiaoqian didn't believe that his personality charm was so great that Deng Xingli was willing to sacrifice for himself, when he was in the front command camp, Yang Xiaoqian had already felt the hostility of the front command soldiers to him, although he tried his best to resolve it only slightly, it was not easy to ensure the command position in the team.

For their hostility, Yang Xiaoqian did not feel aggrieved or puzzled, in the eyes of these respectable and simple soldiers, Yang Xiaoqian is a selfish villain, who does not report it, has superpowers but is unwilling to take responsibility, if Yang Xiaoqian fights on the front line like them from the beginning, I don't know how many people can avoid the end of innocent death.

Of course, in Yang Xiaoqian's opinion, this is not the case, but this is a matter of position, there is no absolute right or wrong, only the butt decides the head. The soldiers of the former finger have a grudge against Yang Xiaoqian, which is understandable.

What puzzled Yang Xiaoqian was that since he had a grudge, why did Deng Xingli sacrifice his life to save him?

Sure enough, Deng Xingli cast a look that was not goodwill, perhaps because it was too painful to speak, he only said two words: "Order." ”

Order, Yang Xiaoqian nodded suddenly, for some reason hearing that this was an order, the guilt in his heart was reduced a lot.

Just as Yang Xiaoqian took a deep breath and raised his hand to end Deng Xingli's pain, Deng Xingli suddenly shouted, "Wait." ”

Yang Xiaoqian immediately put down the gun and listened carefully to Deng Xingli's last words.

"Captain Geng said that even if you sacrifice yourself when necessary, you must ensure your safety, at the beginning, I didn't plan to listen to orders at all, what kind of jokes, why sacrifice me to save you scumbag." Deng Xingli's voice became lower and lower, "But along the way, I changed my mind, I'm a rotten brain who can only carry a gun to fight, and sooner or later I will die, and I can't save many people, only people like you and Commander Liu can save more people, your life is more useful than mine." ”

"I'm not saving you for the sake of saving you." Deng Xingli's mosquito-like voice returned to the light, and suddenly brightened, "I am to save other people, more people, and save you, you don't let me die in vain!" ”

"I'm not going to let you die in vain." Answer without hesitation.

Deng Xingli saw the promise he wanted in Yang Xiaoqian's solemn expression, and showed a satisfied smile, perhaps because the morphine in his body began to work, the pain was reduced, his consciousness began to fly, and everything was in a trance.

"Give it a good time, hit the temple, I won't feel it at all." Deng Xingli is no longer in pain, but he still hopes to die under Yang Xiaoqian's gun, what is more memorable than killing his own life-saving benefactor? Deng Xingli hopes that his death will make Yang Xiaoqian always remember the promise he spoke.

"Okay."

When the gunshots rang out behind him, Yu Qian turned his head to look over, and saw Yang Xiaoqian, who was expressionless, standing up slowly, his long black trench coat hunting and dancing in the air, his clothes fluttering and rustling.

Strange, is there such a strong wind? Yu Qian raised his hand and touched his head, not feeling the obvious wind.

"Obey me." A black substance floated around Yang Xiaoqian's body, like ashes after burning, scorching the air, and the prism effect made Yang Xiaoqian's figure begin to blur and fluctuate.

"Don't let go of any of them!"

One black shadow after another flew out of Yang Xiaoqian's body.

A large amount of black matter visible to the naked eye condensed, instantly forming a giant hand, covering the knife hand mutant who was trying to escape, and the five fingers were together, directly pinching and exploding him into a cloud of blood mist.

The giant arm mutant relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, carrying the bullets of the second team to run out, and because he could not bear the weight of his arms when running, he hung his arms several times thicker than his legs on the ground, and his limbs moved in unison, like a gorilla.

Before he could take two steps, the black giant hand dispersed into a black mist, which flew and gathered around him, forming a large net to lock his relatively thin legs, causing him to fall to the ground by inertia, and the black net made him unable to move.

The fighters of the second team immediately turned their guns to him and began to strafe the fixed target. However, it was difficult for the rifle bullets to penetrate his heavy flesh, and only when multiple bullets hit the same place could they break through the epidermis and tear the muscles, but it was difficult to penetrate deeply.

As the Giant Arm mutant smirked and prepared to get up and flee, a horrified mutation occurred, and the black net that covered him once again dispersed into a mist of fluid, spreading through his ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and wounds.

From his distorted countenance, it could be seen that the feeling of those black substances being stirring in his body was very uncomfortable.

"Something to die for, why are you laughing?" Yang Xiaoqian looked at the giant arm mutant in the distance and asked in a flat tone.

The next moment, the giant arm mutant stared at his eyes, and dozens of spikes formed by the condensation of black mist pierced through his body, stabbing his eyes, stabbing his throat, breaking muscles, and shattering his brain.

The giant arm mutant that originally resembled a gorilla instantly turned into a hedgehog, and its body stiffened for a second before completely slumping to death.

Yu Qian couldn't hide his shock, staring at Yang Xiaoqian's forehead dumbfounded, the light of the two chains stung Yu Qian's eyes.

"And you." Yang Xiaoqian turned his head to look at the Ginza Building and muttered to himself.

A large amount of black mist overflowed from the corpse of the giant arm mutant, moving at high speed around Yang Xiaoqian's body and began to condense.

"Huh" Yang Xiaoqian spread a pair of pitch-black wings under his ribs, and as soon as he fanned, the wind blowing turned Yu Qian's hair beside him into a chicken nest.

The black ghost that had devoured the brain nuclei of the six mutants roared, and a pair of huge wings also spread out behind its back, soaring into the air, closely following Yang Xiaoqian, and flying towards the Ginza Building.

………………

"Run!" Without the slightest hesitation, Bai left his beloved sniper, turned around and ran to the fire ladder in the corridor, and took out a remote control button and held it tightly in his hand as he ran.

Ronaldo and Bone Spur didn't ask why, they immediately ran away, they were used to not asking why, in short, Bai did whatever he did, Bai must be right.

From afar, Yang Xiaoqian's murderous intent was strong, his eyes were cold, and he could see three blurred backs disappearing from sight and hiding inside the building.

When rushing to the floor-to-ceiling window that had been removed, Yang Xiaoqian looked at the room, which was devoid of any furniture, only a sniper rifle and three stools, and black cube-shaped boxes all over the floor.

What do these boxes look like? Yang Xiaoqian's heart moved, and he suddenly gave up the pursuit and flew backwards quickly.

"Boom--"

An explosion shook the entire area of the memorial tower, and a huge orange flame engulfed the entire floor, illuminating the night with skyrocketing firelight.

A black shadow was blown away by the waves, like a small leaf fluttering in a storm.

"Yang Xiaoqian-"