Numbered DA-7C-001, as the first prototype of the Type 7 Transformer, Van was given the glorious number 001 by Raff, and it turns out that Van will always be the best first person among the Type 7 Transformers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You, you're Brahman? Are you Brahman? Raff's hands trembled, and his tone was the same.

"Yes Doctor, I'm Van and I'm back."

"Fan, Fan!" Raff's eyes were no longer empty and dazed, but excited and relieved.

"For so many years, I always thought you were dead, it turns out that you are still alive, it turns out that you are still alive......" Raff muttered incoherently, although Van is not exactly the same as he was back then, Raff still recognizes him at a glance.

"Doctor, how could our leader die? Don't forget that he's your proudest warrior. Art also walked over at this point, with his trademark smile.

"Are you," Raff's eyes widened, "Art? Are you Art? You're not dead either? You're not dead! ”

"Haha, I can survive thanks to your transformation." Art touched his head.

"Wait, what about the City Guards?" Raff, in ecstasy, awoke suddenly.

"Do you mean the guys who fell to the ground?" Art grinned, pointing a short distance with his bloodstained fist.

"They ......"

"Of course they're all dead."

"Dead?" Raff's tone was one of disbelief, but more of a panic. "How can you kill them? If Yang Feng knew, he wouldn't let you go! You're in trouble, you're in trouble! Let's go, let's go now! ”

Seeing this, Art spread his hands helplessly, "Doctor, don't worry, everything is our leader, don't say that he is a Yang Feng, even if he is a person from the peak council, the leader will not take it seriously." ”

The level decided that Raff would not know what the Summit Council was, so he was extremely skeptical of Art's words, "Now is not the time to joke, you guys go quickly, it's really too late later!" ”

Raf's anxiety and concern warmed Fan's heart, he was one of the few people in the Angel of Death who really cared about Fan, and this kindness must be reciprocated.

"Then it's up to you, Doctor, and we'll leave with you." Van stretched out his hand and lifted Raff on his back with a little force.

"Don't, don't! I'll be a burden to you, and I'm dirty, I'm so stinky, don't stain your clothes. Raff pushed nervously, trying to get away from Van 's back, he was used to his current status, and his natural inferiority complex made him uncomfortable.

Seeing such a pain in his heart, the high-spirited doctor back then has now become like this, who caused this tragedy? In his heart, a lot of hatred for the maker of all this rose out of thin air.

"Don't worry, Doctor, this is your last day at the junkyard, and from now on, no one can let you live with such dignity anymore." Calmly exhaling these words, Fan's eyes were full of determination.

Raff finally stopped struggling, but he couldn't stop the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, the scene of him letting go of Van was clear, he never regretted it, and it turned out that he really didn't need to regret it.

After Van disappeared for several years, he was able to risk appearing in the Angel of Death for himself, which proves that the risk he took for Van was not in vain.

"Fan, where are we going now?" Raff asked, wiping away his tears.

"Take you to a safe place first, and then go and get justice for you." Van said, and the next moment, Raff felt what it meant to be extremely fast.

Reaching the top of the spire dozens of meters high, it took only a few breaths.

Raff hugged Van in fright, and it was from this moment that he realized that Van was completely beyond his imagination.

"Chief, what about the corpses of the guards?" A panting Art followed.

"Just let them fall there, they are more suitable for that place, and it's time to leave a message for our Lord Yang Feng." With a cold snort, three faint shadows appeared, and then disappeared into the depths of the night.

Next.

Playing with an antique musket from the old era, Yang Feng paced back and forth alone in the huge room, the years left clear marks on his face, and the civil war for several years made his black hair appear snow-white, and his originally full face was also full of wrinkles.

His brow furrowed at the moment, apparently having encountered something that made it difficult for him to calm down. Indeed, the news of Yama's defeat has reached the Angel of Death, which makes him, now the supreme general of the Angel of Death, inevitably anxious.

As an old neighbor for many years, Yang Feng's strength naturally knew that although Yama was far inferior to the Angel of Death in his heyday, it was much better than the Angel of Death who was devastated after the civil war, and such an organization was actually conquered in just ten days.

The initiator of the war is the distant ancestor tribe, this is the only news that Yang Feng is sure of, and most of the others are speculations, as for the reason why he is anxious, it is because none of the spies he sent back alive.

However, from another point of view, this may also be good news, originally Yang Feng was still worried that Yama would be ready to move on the decaying Angel of Death, and the battle between the Distant Ancestor Tribe and Yama must be a bloody battle, and the Distant Ancestor Tribe, as the victor, should not have the strength to attack again for at least a few years.

Dare to make such a guess, it is also based on Yang Feng's cognition of the Peak Council, sitting in his position, it is impossible for him not to know the existence of the Peak Council, so he knows that the Peak Council will definitely send someone to stop the Distant Ancestor Tribe, although the result seems to be that the Peak Council has failed, but the Distant Ancestor Tribe must be greatly injured, because of the group of high-ranking existences, the strength of each of them is earth-shattering.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Mu walked in quickly with a solemn expression, leaning over and stopping at a distance of five steps away from Yang Feng, "My lord, something happened." ”

Yang Feng frowned immediately, and motioned for Mu to continue.

"The bodies of the entire guards of the Third City Guard were found in the Nancheng garbage dump this morning."

"What?" Yang Feng turned around violently, and unconsciously forced the antique musket in his hand to shatter, "Who did it?" He asked coldly.

"It's unclear at this point, but it must have something to do with Raff, because the incident took place in the area where he frequented, and he himself is now gone."

"Raff is gone?" Yang Feng's brows have been wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

"Yes, there are indications that someone killed the city guard and rescued him."

"Damn it! Who is so bold! Yang Feng threw the musket in his hand, which had been completely shattered, to the ground and shouted, "Check, check for me!" ”

Mu Wenyan first wanted to speak and then stopped, and then a trace of vicious fierceness flashed in his lowered eyes, "My lord, some people say that he has witnessed General Rose passing by there last night. ”

"Rose?!" Hearing this, Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, "I knew that it would be a disaster to keep her sooner or later, I heard earlier that she had secretly met with Raf many times in private, but I didn't expect her to dare to do such a thing today!" Go, get her to me! ”

"Yes, sir." Mu nodded respectfully, turned around and left quickly, but at the last moment of his departure, the corners of his mouth were clearly marked with the viciousness of the conspiracy.

"Rose, since I can't get you, then I will destroy you with my own hands, in the territory of the Angel of Death, I let you live and you can live, I let you die, you must die!" (To be continued.) )