A rocket pierced through the air, and with a "whoosh~" sound, it struck straight at the vampire's vital chest from Yu Lei's hand, and without warning, the attack came suddenly. org

If this rocket hit, it was impossible for the huge body not to fall, but when the danger approached at an unreasonable speed and it was impossible to escape, the pitch-black beast gave up resistance and stood there bravely in the face of the ruthless arrival of the disaster.

This operation will be thrilling, everyone present thinks, whether it is the commander of the ORC or the special combat team. But after the devastating rocket was launched, the turning point of the tragic protagonist suddenly changed at this time.

The rocket had already teleported in front of the monster, but at this moment, a powerful force appeared out of thin air, and it forcibly blocked the rocket that was flying at high speed from the side, and reversed its position, twisting it one hundred and eighty degrees in place to turn around. The target changed in the blink of an eye, and the bomb flew in the opposite direction towards the crowd.

"What?" Yang Biao, the commander-in-chief who was not wearing a helmet, was the first to react and let out an exclamation in disbelief, but it was useless to make meaningless efforts at this moment.

"Boom~", the flames soared into the sky, and the rockets flew straight into the crowd, and almost all of them were not spared, engulfed in the heat and flames.

At the scene of the explosion, severed arms and stumps flew everywhere, and blood was evaporated by the high temperature, like a piece of purgatory. Huangfu Xiong and the others, who had been standing behind the wall of the special combat team, did not face direct fatal injuries, but they were still inevitably seriously injured, and they were rushed out by the powerful shock wave I don't know how far.

The situation of the battle is unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, the originally powerful and incomparable side has been ravaged at this time. The scene was still active, only Yang Biao, who crawled out of the car in embarrassment.

Yang Biao was rushed into the car by a strong air flow from outside the armored car and hit the hard inner wall of the car, but fortunately he did not pass out, and at this moment, regardless of the pain, he quickly climbed out of the car.

The car suffered severe trauma, but the sturdy alloy carriage protected the unfortunate people in the car, and the originally confident leader, who had fought a sudden defeat, climbed out of the carriage in a panic while still mentally hoping for the worst possible outcome in his imagination, not to appear.

Shock, Yang Biao's face was full of shock, and in the sky-high fire that ignited in front of him, what was burning inside was the corpses of his comrades-in-arms, and the ground was full of incomplete comrades-in-arms.

The fire in front of him was dazzling, but Yang Biao still noticed the giant blood clan standing there not far away through the scorching and grieving firelight.

Tears had been wetting his face at some point, water and dirt. There was a raging fire all around, and the tears were evaporated by the heat, leaving only the bitter salt on his face at the moment.

The armored car behind him did not suffer much damage, but it was obvious that it could no longer be used, the front of the car was seriously deformed, and gasoline flowed out of the car in a trickle, gradually flowing to the low-lying places, accumulating.

The ending seems to have been decided, and the loser is left with only despair in his heart, so the desperate loser feels that it is futile to do anything now, so his actions are not under the control of the brain.

Yang Biao slowly walked away, bypassing the raging fire, and walked towards the blood clan that stood there, but didn't know what kind of sneering expression he was looking at them, and now Yang Biao had lost the ability to think, because doing useless thinking would only increase the fear in his heart.

He just wants to do what he can do now, but even now, he can't do anything.

He didn't bring a single bullet, and he didn't even take out the knife at his waist, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he had in mind, Yang Biao walked towards the last enemy.

Because of the sudden heavy blow to his eyes, he couldn't see clearly for a short time, and when his vision gradually recovered, Yang Biao, who was standing not far from the blood clan, suddenly saw it. Beside the Bloodline, there was a pair of dark black wings, or rather, a human with a pair of black wings standing there.

In fact, it was not a human being, but a moth man, the name of this moth man was well known to the human elite of everyone ORC, when Yang Biao saw the appearance of that person clearly, suddenly he stumbled and almost fell down because of his anger, because this person was the sinner who had committed a heinous disaster - Zheng Yi.

"Zheng Yi!" Yang Biao let out an exclamation, he didn't expect Zheng Yi to appear here.

But no matter how much you think about it, it's useless, it's the last moment, it's a foregone conclusion. When Yang Biao saw Zheng Yi, he seemed to have regained some of his senses, and suddenly remembered that he took out the silver knife that had followed him for many years from his waist, and then strode towards the two enemies who could not resist.

Looking at the demon with the evil smile, Yang Biao let out a low roar, gasped, and launched a final charge against the two enemies who could not resist.

"Zheng Yi! It turned out to be all you!! ”

Come to think of it, the rocket just now is also Zheng Yi's masterpiece. Looking at the poor human who was only rushing towards him with that dagger, Zheng Yi let out a sneer, and watched the man rush towards him, indifferent and coldly laughing.

Yang Biao was getting closer and closer to him, and Zheng Yi, who was about to make a move, suddenly saw two figures standing on the roof of the building on the side, and the two of them were looking at him coldly. At this time, Zheng Yi suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, was slightly surprised, and slowly retracted the hands that were about to be raised.

Looking up at the two teenagers standing on the roof, almost buried by the night, Zheng Yi smiled self-deprecatingly, and at this time, Yang Biao had already rushed to Zheng Yi with a knife.

When the target was already within the range of the attack, whether it was a huge and brutal vampire or a mysterious mothman, the knife still stabbed in front of him with all his strength without hesitation.

"Huh! Two little ghosts, give you face. "Zheng Yi has a clear purpose, and the purpose of coming here is obvious. But when he saw the two unkind teenagers who also suddenly appeared, Xiao Wuming and Huangfu Weifeng, Zheng Yi canceled his bad plan in a frustrated manner, muttered a word, and disappeared in the blink of an eye with the giant blood clan that had been standing behind him, huge in size but quiet and obedient at this time, and did not dare to make a little movement because of the existence of the moth people.

Yang Biao swung the knife down with all his might, but failed to kill the opponent, but was swept back by a powerful force. Yang Biao was knocked out by Zheng Yi's casual blow, and fell to the side in the ruins, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The market was empty. In a street market where only the brilliant lights shine, two teenagers in casual school uniforms and a dark denim jacket leap from the roof and fall to the ground, looking up at the mess, not knowing what their purpose is.

The bright moonlight in the sky and the glow of the firelights on the ground formed a peculiar stage, and the bloody wreckage all over the ground seemed to decorate the stage, dazzling and broken flowers, and the air condensed without a trace of wind, as if for fear of ruining this misery.