In the underground command room, the plane carrying Ling'er and his party went away on the big screen, and finally disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

Li Yunfei stood in the center of the command room, looked up at the camera and finally lost the trace of the plane, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Liu Yu on the side.

"Show me that mental image."

Originally, as a father, Li Yunfei was supposed to go to the airport to see him off in person, but a spiritual image suddenly transmitted from Japan made him have to temporarily change his itinerary and rush back to the underground command room of the 51st Bureau as soon as possible.

There, the footage sent out by the agents of the Japanese branch of the 51st Bureau was stored in a specially encapsulated crystal, waiting for Li Yunfei's personal review.

It was a video clip burned by a psychic psychic with psychic power, conveying some kind of astonishing message.

When Li Yunfei opened the translucent dark blue crystal, a dim light shot into his eyebrows.

In the next second, the environment around him changed drastically, and in an instant, it changed from the underground command room of the 51st Bureau to an ordinary Japanese-style courtyard.

In the living room covered with tatami mats, several young people are laughing happily and playing poker together, which is very leisurely.

The early morning sun shone into the house, a parrot in the cage "woo woo woo" chirping, but an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl rushed in with a anxious face, her eyes full of panic.

"Run!"

In the girl's panicked scream, the young people at the table subconsciously jumped up and took out their guns one after another.

"What's wrong?"

"The Japanese have killed me?"

"Whereabouts exposed?"

The people's questions had not yet been answered, and a terrifying explosion had already sounded at the gate.

In the next second, a frenzied black shadow rushed into the living room, lifting a terrible canopy of blood.

In just an instant, the five young people in the living room were all in different places. Horrible blood spurted out, splattering all over the room.

The only surviving girl collapsed to the ground trembling all over, her face covered in blood from her companions, and her mouth grew in horror and let out a trembling "hiss" sound.

That's because of too much fear to speak the full language. All that could be uttered was this strange, mournful, hoarse cry.

She subconsciously pulled out the gun at her waist, but the black shadow waved her hand violently, and the sharp axe instantly cut off her wrist, and the hand holding the gun flew out directly.

Then, at the moment when the black shadow turned around, a figure slowly walked in from the entrance, looking at the bloody scene in front of him with a helpless expression.

"Every time you make it so bloody, you can't change it?"

As he spoke, the young man dressed in white walked into the living room. His eyes swept around the bloody scene in the living room, and he sighed, "It's just killing, why can't it be done with some beauty?" ”

The tall black shadow looked at him coldly, his eyes cold, "You follow me?" ”

The young man shrugged his shoulders and looked innocent, "Mr. Hellroar, you misunderstood. I just happened to be here and passed by. I heard a noise inside, so I came in and took a look. There was absolutely no such faux pas as stalking. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the girl covered in blood, and suddenly asked, "Can you hand over this young lady to me?" Such a lovely girl, at least let her die gently, right? ”

Garrosh. Hell Roar snorted coldly, dismissive. "Whatever you want."

So the young man who had been given permission sighed, squatted down in front of the wailing girl, and gently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the girl's forehead.

Under the girl's trembling and frightened gaze, the young man smiled warmly at her.

"Don't be afraid, beautiful young lady. I'll be very light. ”

He said so softly, and his hand gently stroked the girl's head.

I saw a faint flash of blue light, and the girl's trembling body stiffened suddenly, and the next second she fell to the ground softly, losing all the breath of life.

Then, the tall orc and the young man in white looked at the camera at the same time, and the orc let out a low roar.

"Why hasn't this guy run yet?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "He's recording the show...... If I'm not mistaken, everything that happened here has been recorded by him now, and passed into the prepared engram, and it won't be long before it will be transmitted to China and known to that Mr. Li, and then according to the script, the next step should be the large-scale rejuvenating of the fifty-first bureau. ”

As they spoke, the two of them glanced at the tall orcs beside them and asked, "Do you need me to help you intercept the transmission of the screen?" With my ability, with a little effort, I may be able to interrupt this little brother's spiritual transmission. ”

The tall orc snorted coldly, shook the blood on the axe, and looked disdainfully, "What if he just let him pass the picture?" I was waiting for the man to come to me. The warriors of the Warsong Clan are never afraid of challenges. ”

The young man laughed at the orc's cold snort, "If you say that, Mr. Hellroar, then I can't do anything. You are strong and not afraid of challenges, but I am not the opponent of Mr. Li at all, for the sake of my life, it seems that I can only go to the teacher to hide for a while. ”

Patting the orc on the shoulder, the young man smiled brightly, "Settle the trouble sooner, Mr. Hellroar." If you kill that Mr. Li Yunfei one day earlier, I will be able to hang out with peace of mind one day earlier, understand? ”

As if stung by a scorpion, the orc slammed open his young hand with a look of rage.

"Don't come near me!"

The young man sighed, looking very hurt, "Mr. Hellroar is so angry, it makes me very sad." Aren't we friends? ”

The orc sneered, and the battle axe in his hand waved lightly, "When did you lose the ability of that [Straight Death Touch], come and shake my hand again." Until then, stay away from me! ”

The young man's shoulders fell, "It turns out that the greatest orc warriors are afraid of death...... It's disappointing. ”

The orc snorted coldly, and with a slam of his right hand, the huge battle axe expanded rapidly in the camera, "We are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that we are willing to die worthlessly." ”

"You're a guy like you who can't tell the enemy from me, you'd better stay away from me, lest the [Blood Roar] in my hand accidentally cut off your head!"

The moment the orc's voice fell, the huge battle axe slashed into the camera, and the picture came to an abrupt end.

The space around Li Yunfei returned to the command room hall under the 51st Bureau again, and everything before was as illusory as a dream.

However, he shook his right hand and recalled the scene in the picture, but Li Yunfei knew that it was not a dream.

Is that...... In the real events that happened not so long ago. (To be continued.) )