Lori glanced at Fu Hao in disbelief. When I looked down again, the "malignant tumor" in the car was really shaking with one hand empty.

Zhang Chen's gun was pointed at the ** face, and the man's hand holding the gun was empty, and he raised it to make a surrender at this time.

Lori glared at Fu Hao, and said in her heart What kind of monster are you. It's so powerful!

Fu Hao, "Hurry up, there's not much time." ”

As he spoke, he fired three shots at three camera helicopters in the sky. The three photographic helicopters that had been chasing them were directly hit in the air and crashed in a circle with black smoke.

Lori rolls over into the cab.

……

In a scrapped car parking yard in the wasteland.

"Malignant tumor" knelt in the mud. It was surrounded by mountains of discarded car shells.

Lori grabbed and ripped off the holster on the head of the "malignant tumor", and underneath it was a fat face with a thick black black beard like an Arab.

Fu Hao squatted on the front of the scrap car on the side. The after-effects of bullet time made him a little dizzy. He needed to take time to rest and recover.

Lori beats the malignant tumor with the handle of her gun, "We know that Damiko is the King of Stinks, where is he hiding?" ”

The malignant tumor was beaten to his knees and crawled on the ground, and said with a wounded face, "! I won't say that! ”

Fu Hao felt physically exhausted, and thought to himself, it would be better to leave this kind of thing of torture to Lori.

This little violent element has been trained by his father since he was a child. There are countless drug dealers who have been killed in torture with their own hands, and there are many kinds of criminals who have been forklifted to death with forklifts and crushed by garbage shredders.

Sure enough, Lori stood up with a petite body and said gloomily, "I will make you regret giving birth." ”

She pulled out wrenches, pliers, sharp-nosed tweezers, all sorts of knives from the bag behind her back.

Malignant tumor opened his eyes that were already red and swollen to the point of slitting, and said in surprise, "You won't do this, you are heroes of justice......"

Lori was only picking tools and didn't answer him.

Fu Hao crossed his hands on the side and said slowly, "I don't know who misled you, we are heroes of justice." But I'm better to be honest. ”

The malignant tumor trembled, "No...... Don't say ......"

Lori chose a plier at this time and walked over with it in her hand.

Fu Hao shook his head and said, "Why bother to be cheap." "I think Lori is much crueler than you think.

……

In the evening breeze of this day.

Malignant tumors have confessed everything that can be recognized. The location of Damiko's lair, as well as the bombing and various arrangements they are making.

He finally knelt there, his face trembling and he said, "I have said everything I can...... Can you let me go? Six of his fingers were pinched into a cake shape by Lori with pliers.

Fu Hao nodded, "One more thing." ”

By this time, he had recovered most of his body, and walked over and grabbed the hair of the malignant tumor. Fu Hao already had a metal knife between his right hand. The knife glowed cold in the last twilight of the night.

"What are you going to do...... his body propped up, trying to struggle to dodge. But the hair on the head was firmly grasped by Fu Hao, and the blade of his right hand only drew an arc on his neck.

The last sound of the malignant tumor did not come out, and the breath in his throat spurted out along with the blood in his veins, leaving only the sound of snoring, like water bubbling.

After his blood was drained, Fu Hao let go of his hand, and his fat and sinful body fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

He put away the knife, and Lori next to him said appreciatively, "You don't look like a waste." That's not how I used to feel about you. ”

Fu Hao smiled, "I'm really flattered to be appreciated by a little violent person like you." ”

There was a metal prompt in his ear, "Use a cold weapon to kill the malignant tumor of one of the four Heavenly Kings under the Stinky Fart King." Got a reward of 1500 points. ”

The night wind in the scrapyard smells of rust and long-dried paint.

Fu Hao checked it, and now he had obtained thirteen thousand nine hundred critical points in this world. Plus the original remaining three thousand. There are already nearly 17,000 points.

That's about the same amount as the last time I got it. It seems that I will earn a lot more points this time.

Points are related to Fu Hao's future, "I hope to get more points, after all, all the skills on my body are related to this." Good medicines and things require a lot of points to redeem huàn, and it's impossible not to care. ”

Near the school at this time.

The students on the bus have been taken off, and several inspectors in white protective suits are writing reports, "There are no casualties among the students. Eight police officers were killed and four were seriously injured...... "Someone next to him was spraying disinfectant, and there was a bitter smell of potion in the air.

Marcus put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the front of the police car, not knowing what to say. Mindy is gone.

There was a howl all around. But the students at the school really didn't die. This time, the event was broadcast live on TV. Almost everyone saw it. This became an important hot event for a while.

At the end of the video, the boy, known as King Haibian, shoots down three camera drones flying in the air with a gun. A surprising variety of marksmanship and non-human levels.

"Look at that marksmanship, it's a miracle."

"Oh, I can't imagine that there really are righteous heroes in this world. It's amazing! ”

"King Haibian is our hero!!"

On this day, the blood of all young people who aspire to be heroes of justice burns.

For Marcus, this is clearly a violation of his desire for Mindy to live like a normal girl. He didn't want Mindy to live a life of fighting and killing every day.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

New York Police Department Headquarters.

A large crowd of police officers was in a meeting, and the atmosphere in the meeting room was tense and oppressive. Marcus was also sitting in it.

The director was speaking from the stage, "We got a tip-off that there are gang members who are making zuò bombs out of scrap. Want to carry out a full-scale terrorist attack throughout the city. ”

The stern-faced man looked at the contents of the report in his hand and said, "The wire report shows that these people have veterans of the military involved. It is estimated that the number of bombs produced by the city is huge, causing heavy casualties in many places throughout the city. ”

"There's evidence that the boss of this is still the guy who called himself the biggest villain on Twitter."

Marcus looked down at the report in his hand. He still hasn't reached Mindy.

The speaker on the stage was replaced by the mayor of New York, a white man in his fifties in a white shirt with deep blue eyes looking at the police below.

Marcus and his colleagues sat up straight. The white cold light of the conference room slammed on everyone. This is the first time that the mayor has been seen in person since the Marcus police. It also illustrates the severity of the problem.

Mayor, "Everyone. We've got the FBI involved in tracking down these bad guys. However, the other side has a strong anti-detection ability. Until now it is not known where their bombs were placed. ”

"They use hacking methods to post terrorist messages on the Internet. Now some people are terrified. Our cybersecurity staff is also working hard to find a way to lock them down. ”

The mayor's expression was stern, "I repeat, I haven't found out where they are for the time being." But the message is certain. The other side is going to carry out a terrorist attack, just tonight. ”

All the police worked overtime, and the whole city was under martial law.

And earlier in the day.

The Stinky Fart King has posted a city-wide mobilization online with anonymity. All ** members go to the old place to gather and.

Nine o'clock in the evening. Mindy and Fu Hao also summoned those under Colonel Star-Spangled Banner.

The little fat man Mano issued a call on the Internet in the name of Colonel Stars and Stripes, "All the righteous heroes in the city, go to 13 Elm Street to gather peace." Tonight we are going to fight for justice! ”

Fu Hao slept on the table, and by this time, he had almost rested and could use bullet time for the second time. But it's still important to take more time to rest your body.

Ma Nuo finished typing at this time and looked back at Fu Hao who was lying on the table, "Do you think anyone will come?" Damiko has a big army. ”

On the table around him sat members of the original Justice Forever Organization, such as Night**, Electromagnetic Stick, and Gay Superman.

Fu Hao, "The Stinky Fart King has posted information about the city's terrorist attack on the Internet. Those guys who want to be heroes in real life have been waiting for this kind of calling all their lives. Rest assured, there will be a bunch of people showing up. ”

Fu Hao naturally knew that according to the plot, the number of centaurs who appeared in the end even exceeded that of the stinky fart king's subordinates. In a sense, this is a great outbreak of love among those who have a sense of justice.

Lori is loading the throwing knife on her body. The members of the original Justice Eternal are all examining their weapons.

Fu Hao rechecked the flying knives on his body, took more than a dozen from Lori's warehouse, and added twenty to his arms and thighs.

Put on your newly purchased ultra-thin stab-proof suit. Wearing Lori's father's metal sheet bulletproof jacket. Tucked the pistol and three magazines around your waist in case you need them.

Re-check your twin sticks with metal flutes attached.

Ten o'clock at night.

13 Elm Street. The disguised Superman who appeared stood all over the playground. It's staggeringly many.

Ma Nuo and the people around him were excited, "With so many people, we have won!" ”

Fu Hao stood on top of a car and waved to everyone. All sorts of people dressed in strange shapes next to him screamed, "King Haibian! King Haibian. ”

Fu Hao said loudly, "It doesn't matter how many bombs they make." How many people were scared. But it doesn't scare us. Because as long as they can't get out of the lair, they can't do anything. ”

Everyone yelled, "Yes! ”

"That's right!"

This time, the main quest is to nail the stinky fart king, the decrepit boy.

Fu Hao should say that my stick is already unbearable. Of course, this kind of thing cannot be said on such an occasion.

Fu Hao shouted loudly, "What we have to do is to let them not get out of the door!" Everyone screamed.

Fu Hao, "Justice lives on, let's kill that bunch of waste!"