Chapter 178: Molesting American Slivers
The battle didn't last long, and these miscellaneous fish were quickly and cleanly dealt with by Ye Heren. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
The crossbow in his left hand was clenched in the air, and after aiming for a few seconds, Ye Heren decisively pulled the trigger, and the guy who was hiding on the third floor and fired rocket artillery indiscriminately was killed by him with a headshot.
After making sure that all the guys around him who had done it to him and others had been killed by himself, Ye Heren turned around and wanted to leave this place.
After all, the environment here is not very safe now, although after the rocket launcher was kicked and exploded by him just now, the surrounding spectators fled in all directions.
But thanks to the strong nerves that have been exercised in modern society, after these guys fled around, they quickly found out that these people were coming for Ye Heren, and as long as they didn't get too close, they shouldn't be affected by the pond fish, so these idle Americans watched the excitement and took videos with their mobile phones.
Although there are indeed people in this world who possess the magical power of the Silver Tongue, almost all of the inhabitants are just ordinary humans, and they have not been exposed to any mysterious powers.
When Ye Heren spared no effort to attack these black-clothed men, they all shouted loudly in unison.
It seems that for Ye Herren, who rescued them from under the rockets, it is estimated that a large part of the people who have been baptized by American comics regard him as a superhero.
Just when Ye Heren was worrying about how to squeeze out of this sea of people, a siren suddenly sounded not far away.
Smacking his lips, Ye Heren thought helplessly: "It seems that the strips are the same everywhere!" These guys didn't even have a shadow when I was attacked, and now that I've got them all, they're all coming over. ”
As long as the wanted rating has not risen to five stars, Ye Heren will not have any fear of these American policemen.
But after thinking about himself, it is estimated that he will have to fight with those guys in this country and even this city, and if his appearance is exposed at this time, it is estimated that a series of follow-up actions will be quite troublesome.
Out of consideration for this, Ye Heren still decisively chose to retreat temporarily, although he was reluctant to hurt innocent civilians, but it was also very troublesome for these guys to surround him and block him so that he could not retreat.
So Ye Heren used a little bit of force, pushed away all the audience who were around him and stroked his prismatic armor back and forth, or loudly asked him for autographs, and jumped high to the second floor of the bookstore.
Holding on to the window edge on the second floor with one hand, he turned upward, and with two or three strokes, Ye Heren climbed to the top of this building.
Looking back at the policemen who had only begun to gather gradually at this time, Ye Heren snorted, he did not immediately remove the light prism armor, but instead ran into the distance with this armor.
Unexpectedly, these exotic people were extremely tenacious, they drove police cars back and forth through the streets and alleys, and Ye Heren, who had escaped from the roof for ten minutes, did not succeed in escaping.
Considering that it might be because his armor attracted attention, Ye Heren found an opportunity and jumped into the men's toilet on the third floor of the mall.
After removing the prismatic armor in the toilet, Ye Heren walked downstairs with a leisurely look.
He licked the ice cream he had just bought, and watched the dozen or so policemen blocking downstairs scratching their ears and cheeks, and looking anxious.
By the time the police began to cordon off the mall, Ye Heren had already managed to escape from the mall and headed for the hotel where he was staying.
The moment the elevator door opened, Ye Heren saw the suites of several people not far from the elevator.
At this time, the door of the suite was wide open, and if you looked closely at the door frame, you could still see many subtle traces, thinking of the situation that several of them were in now, Ye Heren easily judged that there should have been a battle here.
Shrugging his nose, Ye Heren didn't smell the smell of blood in the air, but even so, he first embodied a short knife out of safety considerations, and at the same time took out a crossbow from his backpack.
Rushing towards the door, he rolled and got up, Ye Heren knelt down on one knee in front of the door, and at the same time, raised his crossbow and aimed at the door.
But after seeing the situation inside the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time, Rhythm and Aooka were standing together and discussing something in a low voice.
Although the furniture in the living room looked a little messy and there were some blood stains on the ground, there were no corpses.
After a few steps into the living room, Ye Heren turned his head to see Iron Fist and Qasim lying on the bed in the bedroom next to him.
Qasim's condition looked relatively good, with only a few abrasions on his body, but there was a large bruise on his back with his face downward, but it wasn't a serious injury, and at most he needed to sleep on his stomach for a few days.
But Iron Fist's situation was different, not only was he bandaged in many places, but his exposed complexion also looked much paler than usual, the result of massive blood loss.
"What's wrong? What's going on? What about Tekken? What about explosions? Walking quickly to Qingqiu and Rhythm, Ye Heren asked a little anxiously.
You know, Iron Fist and Explosion are both the main combat members of the team, and although the rhythm is strong, but the ability to use it for a very short time, Iron Fist can be called the first tank in the team plus melee output.
The explosion can create a variety of powerful and auxiliary bombs, which can be regarded as the most important rear output and support.
Sighing, Qingqiu pushed the mask and said: "Iron Fist's condition is very bad, he has lost a lot of blood in his body, and he has many vital injuries, if it weren't for the strong vitality of the monster, he would definitely not be able to do it now." However, even if Rhythm and I dealt with him urgently, the chances of him recovering quickly were very low. As for the explosion, he was also slightly injured, and now he is being treated in another room, and I don't know what happened, so let him tell you about it! ”
With Qingqiu's gesture, Ye Heren was surprised to find that there was suddenly an extra person behind his right back, this figure wearing a white robe and a hood was the same white-robed man who had fought with the assassin before.
Taking a slight breath, Ye Heren looked at the familiar outfit of the white-robed man in front of him, and thought with some surprise: "This is what Meiqi summoned from the book before leaving...... Altaïr? ”