A small object fell heavily on the door of the room, making a dull landing sound, Yan Qingcheng looked down at it, and his hair stood on end.

The fallen item was actually a man's body, Yan Qingcheng had an impression of him, this person sat with the group of senior executives of Beijian Group at the charity party, and he should be one of them; But now he was out of breath, and there was a conspicuous bullet mark on the back of his head, emitting black smoke, and the wound was sizzling.

It is the bullet marks of the shaped gun, and only energy weapons with concentrated power and strong penetrating power can create this kind of wound; The wound will be scorched by the laser projectile, and the blood will be temporarily sealed inside, and it will take a while for it to slowly seep out.

He wasn't the only one who died, the door was blown open by a violent wind, and the room was a hellish sight, corpses lying on the ground, food and wine scattered around it, like sacrifices to death.

The cause of their death was the same, all of them were shot in the head and all had only one wound.

Everyone's expressions were full of pain, and their bodies were twisted to the limit, Yan Qingcheng had never imagined that the human form would be so rich, so hideous, and so desperate after death.

He could even hear the ghosts howling, resentment lingering in the air for a long time.

Near the window was the place where the smell of blood was strongest, and a black figure stood there quietly, bending over to enjoy the bloody breath of the room, the murderous aura on his body solidified into an entity, wantonly indulgence.

Yan Qingcheng didn't see the face of the man in black, but he turned around and ran, not hesitating at all, because he felt a mortal threat from the man in black.

Unbeatable! Unbeatable! Unbeatable! There was a voice in his heart shouting frantically, this was not an enemy he could easily face!

Han Youwei was also in that pile of corpses, and his joint object was wiped out!

Could this be the killer lurking in the dark, the butcher's knife on top of the Wingclan's head?

Yes, this is the real world, and there is only a bloody reality for the Wing Clan.

Even Song Lao and Mo Lao were extremely jealous, they were not at all something that Yan Qingcheng could fight.

"Damn, something must have gone wrong with this newbie mission!"

Yan Qingcheng gritted his teeth tightly, but now was not the time to think about the task, he had not yet gotten rid of the danger, and there was the sound of pursuing footsteps behind him, and the man in black did not let him go.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the speed of the man in black is much faster than him, and he will definitely not be able to escape if he continues like this!

The space in the hotel corridor is too small to spread out the wings for flight; Since there is no advantage in speed, you can only come up with the additional sponsorship of Uncle Chic.

Yan Qingcheng took out the bag and the fuse, broke the end of the fuse coated with white paint, rolled it up in the bag, and threw it forward with all his might.

The comical bomb was very lightweight, and it flew ten meters in the air before falling, and Yan Qingcheng estimated the distance, and with a detonation time of three to five seconds, he could just cross the bomb's killing range, and the man in black would be blocked behind the explosion point; Ahead was the corner of the corridor, and a few more steps would take him to the exit into the hotel courtyard, where he could spread his wings and fly straight away, fleeing at a speed that was unbeatable.

The WingClan is extremely flexible, and no other vehicle on the ground can match it, even if all the security personnel in the entire hotel are dispatched.

The plan he had come up with in an instant was perfect, the bomb was so powerful that it completely blocked the corridor, Yan Qingcheng could feel the hot air flow from ten meters away, he had already run around the corner, as long as he entered the open-air courtyard, it was his domain.

Yan Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head sideways and glanced at the explosion point.

This glance changed the original result......

You really shouldn't be looking at it!

At the center of the explosion at a temperature of 3,000 degrees, a golden mask burst out of the flames.

It was painted with vermilion paint on the faces of tired and sad people, like fire demons in the light of the flames.

"Is that you?"

Yan Qingcheng's whole body trembled.

But not because of fear, but because of the majestic anger surging in his body.

"Is that you? The man who tried to kill me! ”

He will never forget the early hours of that day, when a man in black wearing the same mask broke into his student apartment at the United Nations Institute of Science and Technology and hit him in the center of the eyebrow at close range with a shaped gun.

He almost died, but fortunately, he had a special constitution and excellent luck to barely survive after a month in a coma.

After more than half a year, they finally met again!

Yan Qingcheng raised his head to the sky and roared, speeding up and running into the courtyard.

He took off his trench coat and threw it into the air, and at the same time untied the bayonet on his chest, and the tights were bounced to the ground, and his white wings shook violently, making a thunderous roar.

His hands flew up, and the scythe loaded with the golden blade of light was assembled in less than a second, and he leapt into the air and spun, the twin scythes of death unleashed in the most brilliant pose.

Although this portable scythe only has a scythe blade on one end, and the performance of the double scythe reaper will be greatly affected, it doesn't matter, as long as you use double the speed to slash, you can still achieve unstoppable power.

Take on the most ferocious enemies with the furious skills.

Yan Qingcheng faced the exit of the corridor, his eyes flowing with vengeful anger.

The man in black with the golden mask had already turned the corner before, his pace was fast, there was not a trace of burn on his clothes, and it seemed that the explosion just now had no effect on him.

He pulled the hilt of his sword from his waist and swung it beside him, a purple beam of light popping out, distorting the space around him with an ominous glow.

Is it a lightsaber with a similar principle to the Lightblade Scythe? Yan Qingcheng thought. The Light Blade is the WingClan's ace melee weapon, with "cutting" as the only concept, and its lethality is endless; The black-clothed man in front of him had gotten a similar weapon from some source, and the energy shield on Yan Qingcheng's body could not play any defensive role against an existence of this level.

But what does it matter? The power of melee weapons depends entirely on the user's ability, and Yan Qingcheng has undergone the most rigorous combat training of the Wing Clan, whether it is strength, speed, or skill, he has a crushing advantage in the face of this ordinary human in front of him.

Yan Qingcheng raised the battle sickle horizontally, and the strength of his whole body poured into his arms, and the golden blade of light trembled slightly, ready to turn into a dazzling sun at any time; The hallway exit is small, with no room to dodge, and the terrifying attack of the Twin Scythes is infinitely magnified.

The man in black was getting closer and closer, and the crazy murderous aura almost tore everything in front of him to shreds.

But the opponent was undaunted and fought against him with a determination of revenge.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, so let's bury your sins!"

Yan Qingcheng roared loudly, his wings spread out with all his might, like a vengeful god.