Although he successfully completed the growth of a strange thing, Zhang Longchu still had a lot of things to do next, such as absorbing elemental power to improve the level of his transformation ability;

Help believers conquer indigenous civilizations in the world of strange things, and annex the newly revealed, fog-cleared lands;

With the help of strange things to temper spiritual power, strengthen his physical strength, etc., but he finally took a solid step towards his ideal, and after the dust settled and returned to reality, his mood inevitably became relaxed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Another cycle is over, and then as long as you find a place to complete the evolution of extraordinary power step by step, and after the time torrent, you can plan the next growth of strange things.

Again and again, I have unconsciously experienced the process of growing up more than 10 strange things, although it is difficult to complete each time, but the joy after success is really satisfying..."Lying on the bed, Zhang Longchu thought happily in his heart;

While stretching his arms and stretching out his waist, his clenched fist inadvertently touched a paper ball next to the bed.

This paper ball is a flyer sent by a clown on his way to the headquarters of the Red Sword Company not long ago.

At this time, Zhang Longchu, who was physically and mentally relaxed, and had nothing to do, recalled the clown's mysterious tone, unfolded the paper ball, looked at the bottom of the website, and curiously logged in with his mobile phone browser.

Soon a simple web page unfolded in front of his eyes, all the stickers were as simple as children's graffiti, and only the crystal ball used to play the video at the top was a little designed.

"What the hell is this, even if you want to open a spam website to cheat money, do you want to be serious..."Zhang Longchu was stunned for a moment, and he thought that he was about to close the web page, and suddenly he heard a somewhat familiar voice ringing in his mobile phone, "Young man, you were a Jew in your previous life, and you died in the Nazi massacre in the old era..."

When the ear sound entered his ears, Zhang Longchu felt his body stiffen, and then hurriedly put his ear over and carefully identified it.

Then he heard it again: "Do you remember what an elder you didn't like 3 years ago said to you when we first met, and those words are going to come true to you..."

"3 years ago, 3 years ago..."Hearing this, Zhang Longchu had already confirmed that the voice coming from the phone belonged to the 'Group Army' Paul, and he was stunned for a few seconds, and then hurriedly began to search for the experience of his first meeting with this legendary figure from the depths of his memory.

Kuching City in the middle of the night, following the footsteps of yourself, the campus of Malaysia's National University No. 4... Scenes of the past crossed through Zhang Longchu's heart, and soon the gist of what Paul had said to him three years ago sounded in his mind, "You were born in Los Angeles... Been to Boston and seen the inscriptions on the Holocaust Memorial... When the Nazis came to arrest the Communists, I was silent because I was not a Communist... When they came to arrest me, there was no one to speak for me...

In China, it is difficult for the transcendent to even gain access to the organs of normal state power... There is simply no upward conduit to grasp the power of the state... Whenever some extraordinary people who are extremely popular in the eyes of the people of Milicon want to run for election, there will be such and such accidents... At worst, there is an inexplicable accident, either a disappearance or a tragic death..."

When the word 'tragic death' came to his heart, Zhang Longchu's pupils shrank, and he sat up from the waterbed suddenly.

The strange thing is that his reaction is so intense, but there is not a trace of fear, frustration, anger and other emotions in his heart.

"This can't be a coincidence..."Straightening out the clues and signs one by one, Zhang Longchu jumped out of bed, his brows furrowed, and he paced back and forth silently: "Could it be that what I did on Kalimantan Island caused the murderous intent of the pure human conservative forces that Paul said, and after he knew it in advance, he secretly gave me a warning...

And Rena, Rena's performance today is also very wrong, now that I think about it, it is clear that she knows something, but she can't tell me, I feel guilty so I gave Shenhuo to me, no, no, she is probably also a part of the enemy, so she will use Shenhuo to repay her favor, and by the way, add an insurance policy, so that I owe a favor.

In this case, even if I succeed in escaping and becoming a climate in the future, there is room for maneuver...

Even Paul was too scared to publicly warn him, and even the forces that the heirs of the top three plane security companies in Milicon could command at will are now eyeing me!

I used to feel it in the dark before I encountered mortal danger, and the only time this instinct failed in the last two or three years was when I met the legendary powerhouse, the old man of the mountain, in Apdawang.

But now it seems to be even more serious than that time, I have already guessed that I am in danger but I still don't feel anything, and I don't even have negative emotions, this is simply affected by some kind of strange transcendent power, no, I can't just wait like this..."

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Longchu gradually calmed down, a trace of decisiveness appeared on his face, he turned his head to look at the strange thing on the bed, and under the rotation of his mind, his body continued to expand, and thousands of long black hairs appeared in the pores of his body, and his pupils turned silver-white, turning into the appearance of a demon leopard.

At the same time, the strange objects on the waterbed also turned from real to virtual, to countless black and white dotted lines, like moths to a fire, and melted into his body.

After that, there was a flash of thunder in the guest room, and Zhang Longchu's figure disappeared in an instant, and at this moment, suddenly a burst of flames tore and burned the walls of the room.

Immediately after, a series of deafening explosions sounded in New York City, turning the entire hotel into burning ruins, and at this time, Zhang Longchu was already standing on the top of a skyscraper a few kilometers away from the explosion site according to his teleportation ability.

Blowing a slightly warm spring breeze, looking back at the hotel that turned into a sea of fire with the sound of the explosion, he only felt cold all over, and thought in horror: "In order to kill me, I actually blew up the hotel in the most prosperous area of New York!"

This is not a remote island in Southeast Asia like Kalimantan, but one of the two superpowers of the earth, the economic center of Millican, what kind of madman would do such a thing unscrupulously!

But they know me very well, and if they suddenly encounter an explosion of this intensity without being pre-transformed, it is almost certain to die, so if you think about it, it is the easiest and most effective way to deal with me in such an unexpected way..."

Zhang Longchu was thinking about it, and suddenly a thumb-thick crimson death light came out from a certain place in the steel jungle of the metropolis, resting from his neck at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second, and his skull came out, instantly piercing his head.

After being hit like this, even a top-level golden life would be certain to die, but after Zhang Longchu stumbled, his huge body shook slightly at the skyscraper, and he disappeared again.

At the same time, on the top floor of another even more towering luxury hotel a hundred meters away from the skyscraper, in the dark presidential suite, a middle-aged man with a full beard and deep facial features, who looked like he was of Middle Eastern nomadic descent, sat by the open floor-to-ceiling window, released the dead light sniper rifle that was more than three trees long and was fixed with a bracket in his hand.

He pressed the communicator stuffed in his ear with his hand and whispered, "The target's head is damaged by laser penetration, and the teleportation disappears. ”

When the words landed, an irritable voice came from the communicator, shouting: "Damn, I said it all, Jinsha, if the target transforms into a half-element demonic beast, it is best to snipe with live ammunition, and among the 24 snipers arranged, only you insist on shooting with death light, and now the attack fails, you are satisfied!"

Transcendents who have evolved to golden life will almost certainly have an instinct to foresee danger, and this time it was thanks to a Legendary Spiritual Ability Master who emotionally induced the target, that we had a 100% chance of successful sniping, and now we have been wasted by you..."

"Don't make any noise, lemur," the middle-aged man in the suite interjected slowly, "I'm the most senior tactical sniper in the team, and I have my own judgment on the way to attack.

Believe me, although the target was not killed immediately, he was definitely mortally wounded, and the sniper did not fail. ”

As soon as the words fell, the voice in the communicator roared: "Didn't you read the intelligence statement, the target has 3 kinds of demonic beast transformation abilities, one of which can heal itself quickly, as long as it is not an immediate death, no matter how serious the injury is, it will not cause fatal danger." ”

"There is such a thing..."The middle-aged man muttered in surprise, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a message and read it, sighed and said: "Lemur, you should remind the person who provided the information not to write such an important information in the notes..."

"You always have a reason, no matter when, there is always a reason for what you do..."The voice in the communicator first roared, and then weakly interrupted him: "Forget it, now that the target is out of the sniper circle, our mission is over, it's useless to say anything."

Go ahead and spend time being your energy prince, Sands, and we'll see you next time. ”

"On average, I have to wait 5 years for a mission, and I hope I won't be too old to hold a gun during the next mission," the middle-aged man smiled and said softly, "Goodbye, dear friend...", and waited until the communicator was turned off before spitting out another word, "I'm sorry." ”

Then he stood up, as if caressing his lover's skin, and with an unusually gentle attitude, he dismantled his death gun, put it into a black leather case, poured a glass of spirits, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night, raised his glass and muttered to himself: "Thank you for clearing the countless mobs of Apudawang and allowing Emin's soul to rest in peace."

It's a pity that there's only so much I can do for you, and then I can only wish you luck, young man...", gulping down the liquor from his glass, turned and stepped into the darkness. (To be continued.) )