The first level of martial law, the highest martial law level of the Angel of Death, is the first time in their lives that most people living in the Angel of Death have seen it for the first time in their lives. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the intersection of all the main streets in the inner and outer cities, troops were stationed, and the originally dim streets had long been illuminated by strong sunlight.

On the streets, on the rooftops, on the walls, on the rooftops, there are people who have been transformed everywhere.

Weapons were distributed to the soldiers, and all communications were fully open.

Although the soldiers really need to capture only one person, in reality, they also need to watch out for the soldiers of the hostile forces.

Shots and killings erupted from various streets in the inner and outer cities, from skirmishes between fighters on both sides.

Such a conflict would presuppose strict restraint, as everyone knew that before they could start a real fight, they would first need to find a common goal at hand.

"He's here!" A soldier's voice rang out, followed by countless black shadows quickly pounced.

But by the time the others arrived, the target had long since disappeared, except for several corpses that had begun to chill.

The soldiers who arrived quickly dispersed around the area, and the current situation was commonplace for them, after all, such things had happened several times.

The faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, the streets were all brightly lit by strong lights, and the tense and oppressive atmosphere even stopped the night wind, and a black shadow melted into a small shadow.

Van didn't know if he would be able to escape, but he would fight for it until the last moment of his life, and he didn't know what kind of emotions to use to face the organization.

One by one, those familiar faces disappeared, dead at the hands of the enemy and at the hands of the organization.

And now, finally, it is the turn of the Van family.

Hate? Maybe it's not hatred, but it's better to call it disappointment.

If he were from the point of view of the generals, perhaps he would have given the same order, he asked himself.

But that doesn't mean the Brahman will forgive them.

If I can really get out this time, will I come back again one day? Van asked himself.

But almost instantly, he answered.

Yes, and it will! Not for himself, for Art, for Raff, for all those who died under the conspiracy.

But the premise of all this is that he can really leave the Angel of Death.

The vultures stabbed deep into the back of a soldier's head, and Van pushed his corpse to block the ammunition shot, then pulled up a grenade ring from the corpse's waist and threw the corpse out of the way.

One grenade ignited a series of explosions from the others, and with the light of the explosion, Van harvested several lives in the blink of an eye.

The empty square streets made him no longer have nowhere to avoid but to make a breath!

Enemies from all directions were about to surround him, but Van did not slow down in the slightest, and rushed straight out like a sharp arrow.

"Catch it alive!" All the generals gave orders almost at the same time, and they didn't want to be captured with just a corpse.

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound of flesh crashing against each other, and an unfortunate low-level transhuman warrior, after smashing a stout street tree, spewed blood and fell to the ground again.

"Huh!" The vulture's blood-red beam pierced the night, bringing a touch of cruelty to the gloomy night.

"Overclocking!" Someone yelled, but before he could finish speaking, several warriors with their throats cut off had already fallen to the ground.

"Leave it for me!" A high-level transformer finally appeared across from Van .

The green lightsaber sword quickly pierced out a blinding curtain of light, the sword curtain that almost completely occupied the field of vision, sealing all the way forward.

But alas, he met Brahman.

Omniscient! Two crimson sword shadows plunged headlong into the green sword curtain.

The first sword pierced through the illusory sword curtain, accurately hitting the tip of the lightsaber body, and the next sword went down along the tiger lizard's green sword body, piercing into the enemy's sword-holding hand.

Van took half a step forward with a lightning-like rush, and deep cracks appeared in the hard ground.

Perverse!

A sword to cut off the head, half a step to kill!

The pumped red blood stained Fan's cheeks, and a high-ranking angel of death was actually deprived of his life in the blink of an eye! There is no difference between the death of an ordinary warrior.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Van roared, holding the loot he had just obtained in his right hand, and almost savagely slaughtered a bloody path.

The stumps and internal organs along the way, soaked in the blood of the streets, brought the round-up people an irrepressible fear, and at this moment they finally clearly understood what it meant to be extremely dangerous!

Brahma's right hand wielded the tiger lizard he had snatched, and his left hand reaped life like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "The lightning half-step rush, like the dance of death, deadly and shocking! The gastrocnemius muscles rose and fell rhythmically, steadily providing a strong force for the thrust and leaving a mess on the ground.

The number of people who died at the hands of the Brahma was close to the triple digits, and there were even two high-level reformers. But more enemies heard the news, and the black-pressed crowd blocked the streets.

Shout! A shadow suddenly shot out of the crowd.

"Roar!" Van stabbed the sudden black shadow with a sharp backhand sword.

Bite!

However, the body of the tiger lizard broke off in response, and together with Fan's body, it slammed into the houses along the street.

"Huh!" The vulture lion stabbed like a viper at the big hand that was clutching at him.

But with just a slight swing of this big hand, it bypassed the vulture's stab and tightly clasped Fan's throat!

"Huh!" The terrible hiss sent chills down the spine, and when the vulture's dozens of stabbing blows were all in one point, the powerful hand finally flinched.

"You're looking for death!" The black shadow roared loudly, and a clear wound on the back of his hand was trickling red blood.

How long has he not been injured? Black Shadow can't remember, since he became an eight-winged angel of death, he has never been injured at all, he has shed a drop of blood, but today, he was not only injured, but also injured under a small five-winged angel of death!

How can this not make him angry?!

Click!

The giant hand gripped Fan's throat again, only this time, he was almost with all his strength.

The terrifying power entered Fan's body along the arm of the giant hand, and an irregular shaking instantly disintegrated all of Fan's strength, and he was like a puddle of mud, which instantly disintegrated all resistance.

"Yang Feng! You've broken our rules! An angry roar was heard over a huge loudspeaker.

"Rules? In my jurisdiction, what I do is the rule! ”

Yang Feng held Fan's throat tightly, and the powerful force completely suppressed all of Fan's abilities. The power from up to level eight is an A-level ability, suppression, which originally existed to crush low-level transformers.

Faced with the huge gap in rank and strength, Fan could only lose his resistance after all.

"Yang Feng, since you don't follow the rules, then don't blame us!" Yang Jian roared angrily.

So countless heavy weapons began to pour out terrifying tongues of fire, without the slightest scruple or mercy, and the crazy flames instantly flooded the entire block.

Yang Feng quickly injected a powerful anesthetic into Fan's body, and then threw Fan out heavily.

"Mandala, take him back to base! Everyone else will keep up with me to protect them! As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, he was completely overwhelmed by the terrifying wave of fire.

The mandala leaped up and took over Fan's body, and after landing on the ground, he got into the chariot, and the engine let out a cracked roar, breaking through the crowd of black oppressors, and flying out with countless bodies.

But at the same time, more people rushed forward, both their own and of course enemies.

Chariots rampaged through the winding streets, leaving corpses and black car marks everywhere.

The mandala is like it can't brake at all, and it kicks the accelerator to the end, and it never lets go of it along the way!

The street trees and houses on both sides of the street were destroyed by some of them, and under this frantic acceleration, the chariot soon left most of the people behind.

The base of the jurisdiction was close at hand, so Mandala gave an order, "I have arrived safely, and the others will immediately go to the aid of Lord Yang Feng!" ”

Seeing the mandala rushing into the base, the soldiers who were still following the car immediately turned around and quickly rushed back to the battlefield.

But after everyone left, the roaring engine didn't stop, and it continued to accelerate uncontrollably until it crossed the entire base.

"Boom!"

The chariot slammed through the gate on the other side of the base, and rushed out savagely under the stunned gaze of the guards.

Mandala took out a needle from his plump chest and plunged it into Brahman's neck without looking.

No one knew what she was going to do, but the gates of the outer city soon appeared in front of their eyes!