Five minutes later, Zhang Chen came to the Land Rover where Zhao Boyuan and the three of them were in to round them, and there were still two cars left in the original four-car convoy, and Zhao Boyuan described to Zhang Chen a series of events that happened after he left. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It turned out that since Zhang Chen and the black-robed man rolled off the Land Rover together, the remaining extremely fierce foreigner launched a close-range raid on them from all sides of the car like crazy, and almost turned the Land Rover into the sky. In the end, Zhao Boyuan cooperated with Liu Weiqiang's heavy weapon suppression, and it took a lot of strength to beat the man out.

Only then did Zhang Chen notice that dozens of bullet holes appeared on the doors of Land Rover's so-called steel barriers, and the ceiling and back window were also scarred. Xinyan was basically uninjured under the protection of the two, she saw the pierced wound on his arm at first sight, and hurriedly took out the remaining bandages from the spirit ring in distress and carefully bandaged him.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Boyuan glanced at Zhang Chen in the rearview mirror in the car and asked with concern.

"My arm is still numb, I can't help it, I was accidentally stabbed by his claws, and the toxin went in." Zhang Chen smiled bitterly, suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked, "What about your doppelganger?" It's time! ”

As he spoke, he looked at the back seat of the Land Rover, where there was nothing but scratches and bullet holes on the inside of the car, and the fake president created by Zhao Boyuan using the fire element clone skill had disappeared.

"Zhang Chen, your idea is really amazing. I thought you would sift the doppelganger into the Mercedes Benz and let the real president ride in this Land Rover, so that it would be convenient for us to deal with emergencies, but you did the opposite, deliberately exposing the real president to the most dangerous place, and they were obediently fooled, so I will rush at your courage, I will obey! ”

Zhao Boyuan followed the Mercedes-Benz car in front of him and expressed his heartfelt admiration.

"Actually, that's what I planned to do at the beginning. But later, thinking of the bloodshed that happened in the past few days and the powerful spiritual ability, I guessed that the leader of the other party should be the spiritual power, and the black-robed werewolf and the outsider were also under his orders, which inadvertently increased the probability of success of my plan. ”

Zhang Chen said, turning his body towards Xinyan, and Xiao Nizi began to bandage the other injured arm.

"I once asked Xinyan, what kind of existence is the perception of spiritual power? She told me that when she turned on the psychic detection skill, her vision seemed to become a scanner with the ability to penetrate, and all the tall buildings and trees existed in a three-dimensional transparent way. Every living form within the line of sight is a cloud of energy light, and the stronger the strength, the brighter the point of light. According to her account, I expected that the other party would use mental power to find out the situation in the Land Rover, and after determining the presidential clone hidden in the back box, as well as the energy points of the four of us far beyond the other cars, I would conclude that the real president was hiding here! ”

Zhang Chen laughed as he spoke, and explained to Liu Weiqiang, who was stunned: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just a simple game, or psychological warfare." ”

In fact, Zhang Chen's ability to pop up these messy thoughts in his mind is also due to his profession. If you want to balance flattery with flattery and inconspicuous sycophants to please your boss, he browses some small stories that describe human nature, psychology, and workplace situations in his spare time.

After some conversation, Zhang Chen asked Zhao Boyuan to pick up the walkie-talkie in the car and send a message to the Mercedes-Benz in front of him, telling Mr. President to slow down as much as possible. The iconic building of the Bolshoi Theater looms in his sight, and at this moment, the other party's known combat power is the mental power manipulator, who should have used some method to shield Xinyan's mental power detection, hiding in a nearby high-rise building and waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

The speed slowed down, and the special forces outside the vehicle also gathered around, and after an unbelievable battle, they all clenched the bolts of their guns and cautiously looked around, looking for suspicious targets.

At this moment, the Mercedes-Benz in front suddenly stopped, and I saw the non-commissioned officer in military uniform in the cab pull the car door and walked out, saying something to the front of the car with a cold expression. As if they had received an order, the surrounding special soldiers ran towards the Mercedes Benz.

"What's going on? How did it stop? Zhao Boyuan said with a frown, and also opened the car door. Suddenly, a light purple circle of energy suddenly burst out from the front of the Mercedes-Benz, which flashed over the body of the Land Rover in a radial shape, and finally formed a purple dome with a diameter of twenty meters, enveloping everyone in it.

Zhang Chen secretly said that it was not good, and regardless of the faintly aching shoulder, he quickly jumped out of the car. And with his captain's leading role, the remaining three people also got out of the car one after another, and the four of them crossed the silver-white Mercedes Benz in front of them, and finally saw the initiator of the purple aperture.......

This is an unusually tall man, a full 1.9 meters tall. The bridge of the nose is straight, and the whole face gives people a strange delicateness, which looks very incongruous with his extreme figure. In his hand he held a skull-shaped staff-like thing from which the purple aperture came from.

Mental power is manipulating, has it finally appeared! Seeing this, Zhang Chen asked Liu Weiqiang, who was holding an AK47 on the side, to pull the car door and drill out the president inside, while he stared at the other party's weird smile and slowly clenched his fists.

Glancing blankly at the dazzling three-dimensional aperture around him, a trace of unease rose in his heart. The other party hadn't made any moves until now, but Zhang Chen faintly felt that this light mask that restricted their movement was very dangerous.

"Guys in front, you listen to me. Please get out of where you are now, or we're going to shoot! Mr. Non-commissioned Officer took out the loudspeaker equipment in the Mercedes-Benz and yelled at the mental power controller who was a few meters away from them, and at the same time, the special soldiers on both sides pointed the muzzle of the black hole at him.

However, the only thing that reciprocated him was that cold smile that gradually expanded.

Immediately after, the skull scepter in his hand was slowly raised, and for a moment, Zhang Chen seemed to see something come out of the skull's hollow eyes and quickly merge into the light mask. In the next second, under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of stunned eyes, the special soldiers in the left and right rows suddenly changed the direction of their guns and aimed at their colleagues on the other side.

The purple light flashed, and the gunshots followed one after another like a lit cannonball, what a tragic picture it was. On both sides were companions who got along day and night, with guns on their faces of astonishment and horror, and the air was filled with heart-rending screams, and the figures were confused, shouting, struggling, and depressed, and the nearly twenty special soldiers who were standing upright just now turned into twenty corpses in the blink of an eye.

Sadly, they all died at the guns of their own people!

This scene looked extremely impactful, and Zhang Chen didn't have time to figure out what was going on, when suddenly a hurricane hit him, he turned around suddenly, and saw Zhao Boyuan, who was stunned, rushing towards him with a scorched fist.