At the bottom of the London Bridge, it was pitch black. www.biquge.info The shrill sound of police cars, the roaring of fire trucks, the screams of panicked crowds, and the sound of helicopter gunships roaring from the distant sky, each of them was loud and loud. The city of London, which was alarmed, no one slept tonight. It doesn't take ten minutes for tonight's events in London to blast around the world.

But these sounds were immediately fainted by London Bridge, and the Thames River roared beside the concrete platform, and in the sound of rushing water, there was a kind of cicada noise in this corner.

The surveillance function of all the cameras has long been destroyed by the rear personnel of the white giant.

"The London military has dispatched supersonic fighters, and the fighters will arrive at your position in three minutes. You have eighteen seconds left, and then you have to evacuate. The white muscular man's voice was a little nervous when he heard the message from the liaison officer: "I wasted too much time just now, and now time is running out." ”

He heard it, and Yang Qi naturally heard it. But Yang Qi didn't care at all, instead turned his head to the side of Jonathan, raised his head and pointed at the big man: "Do you know this ugly face full of meat?"

"I guess it's a little impressive...... I don't seem to be impressed...... There's a name that seems to be coming out, but it can't come out like a burp......" Jonathan frowned and analyzed seriously: "If you can name the names 'Ghost Face' and 'Blood Queen', you should have met us a long time ago." ”

Yang Qi raised his hand and nodded his chin: "Ugly such an outstanding guy, I have no reason not to remember......"

Jonathan looked serious: "I agree with this opinion, but it is possible that he had some strange encounter during this time, which caused a huge change in his appearance and appearance. ”

Yang Qi changed her posture again: "For example, you fell into a septic tank full of caustic soda while walking?"

Jonathan still looked serious: "This possibility is not impossible. ”

"Enough!!" The white giant man screamed angrily with the green tendons on his neck, and in a flash, he was said to have gone into the septic tank of evolution, which was completely different from his previous assumptions—or fantasies.

He stared at Yang Qi fiercely, completely ignoring Jonathan: "Arrogant, arrogant, still so arrogant, Blood Queen, your arrogance hasn't changed at all." But you should understand that arrogance is the posture that a strong man can only assume when facing the weak, a posture that can only be put on by a victor who is sure to win in the face of a poor worm who is bound to lose, not the posture of a fool who is still talking nonsense when he is dying!"

"Stupid...... ...... goods" Yang Qi's eyes instantly became sinister.

"Haha, okay, that's it!" The white giant's eyes began to light up with a hideous light: "It's been so long, it's been so long, it's been a long time since I've seen this expression! You haven't changed, you really haven't changed at all, I'm so happy!"

"Mind you, she's just stalling for time. The liaison's voice became urgent: "Hurry up and deal with them, no one knows what secret treasures can be turned around hidden in the storage space of a chosen one, you must know that villains often die from talking too much." ”

"Shut up, you idiot, I know it in my heart!!" The meridians on the white giant's face exploded, the fangs in his mouth continued to extend and grow, his skin became dark again, and he had fallen into a violent transformation state uncontrollably.

Tick, tick, saliva drip down the fangs to the ground, like an alien. The muscle monster stared at Yang Qi with a pair of crimson eyes, stretched out his hand to Yang Qi like a male actor in a stage play, and whispered nervously: "You haven't changed, but this world has changed, and this era has changed." You must understand that in this era, the chosen one is everything! The heavenly list is the epitome of the pyramid of this new era, and as long as you stand one step higher in this pyramid, it represents endless authority and wealth! I, the top 200 on the heavenly list! How many are you? How many are you, how many are you? I guess, it won't be the top 80,000 hahaha!"

"Former ...... Eight...... ......"

My heart hurts! It's as if a knife is piercing my heart with a snort!

The black muscle troll began to become mad, his voice was murmuring, his eyes were distant and gentle, and his tone was ethereal: "You know, your photo, your photo of you standing in the ring after dominating the world, I have a lot of collections, many, many things. I stick it in the bedroom, I stick it to the barbell, I stick it to the boxing bag, and not a moment leaves my eyes. I also made a mask in your likeness, and I always hold it every time I walk through the Soul Cave. Guess what I'm doing with that mask? You can't guess, my dear queen......"

Bang, Yang Qi slapped her forehead, and her right hand completely covered her face, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"The Daredevil's mental state is unstable and he is unable to continue his duties as a team leader. The muscle trolls talked a lot, but the liaison officer didn't, and in the tense moment when the British military could surround the place at any time, he gave the order directly: "Fire, kill them." ”

So, Morpheus, who was high on the bridge, silently and decisively pulled the trigger.

BONG！

In the unique concussion sound, a roaring wave rushed out from the muzzle of the gun, crossing a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. The velocity of the wave mass is the same as the speed of sound, and it is impossible to react and dodge at this distance. Before the black troll could stop chattering, the wave had already hit the bottom of the bridge.

Click!

Flesh and blood were scattered, corpses were scattered everywhere, cracked concrete was shaken to dust, and soot was in the blink of an eye. The wave instantly destroyed all musculoskeletal and tissues, and every flesh-body hit was like a smashed red sauce bag, instantly staining the bottom of the London Bridge into a hideous and terrifying hell. Blood and concrete dust tangled and mixed in midair, turning into a red mist that enveloped all directions in the blink of an eye.

But Yang Qi and the three of them were not in the red mist, because it was not them who Morpheus shot at all, but those werewolves in the encirclement!

"WHAT?!" the liaison officer startled.

"WHAT?!" Jonathan was stunned.

"WHAT?!" the muscle troll looked up at Morpheus, could it be that this guy has defected?

The silent Morpheus also widened his eyes, and he looked at his hand holding the gun in horror, which was usually very stable, but involuntarily shifted a few degrees at the moment of shooting. Morpheus uttered the first words of the day, and his voice sounded very young: "WHAT?!"

Then he saw red.

A near-transparent thread appeared on his hand, from the palm of his hand to the back of his hand, piercing through his tiger's mouth. When did he have such a thread, why didn't he feel pain, why didn't he notice it just now? He didn't have time to think about these questions. Drops of blood oozed from the wound, staining the near-transparent thread red. The red color spread all the way downward, pointing to Yang Qi who was standing like a rampaging eight gods.

Yang Qi had a silk thread wrapped around the index finger of her right hand, and her slender palm covered her entire face, and others could only see the corners of her mouth. And the corners of this mouth are outlining an expression that is about to go berserk.

"I'm so stupid...... Why should I let this stupid guy stand here and babble......"

The black troll suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the back vest instinctively was covered with beads of sweat for an instant. The feeling was so familiar, the same as it was at that time, and it made him feel like a big bell was rattling in his head. Attack or flight, one way or another, he knew he had to do something – but it was too late.

snapped, the right hand covering his forehead clenched into a fist and waved it decisively. Morpheus screamed, blood splattered, and the man had fallen off the bridge. The strange magic spear was like a flying bird, whizzing and spinning at a high speed towards Yang Qi's gently stretched left hand. But her right fist had already teleported in front of the black troll's eyes in one step.

The black troll's eyes were cracked, and before the strength of his fist arrived, the surging fist intent had already shocked through his skull in an instant, and he was rampaging in his mind, making him unable to dodge, counterattack, or defend at all. The fist obscured his entire vision, as if an overwhelming mountain was rumbling over him. Behind the mountain was a pair of terrifying eyes, and when it saw those eyes, the black troll seemed to see a huge "death" word that filled the heavens and the earth and enveloped all its sky.

In the next moment, bang, in a huge air explosion, the fist slammed into the big face of the muscle troll. First, the skin began to waver, then the teeth were shattered, then the cervical spine was subjected to a huge impact, and finally the human brain hit the super crit of the dog's brain.

Jonathan didn't see anything clearly, only heard a loud blast like a cannon, and then the black muscle troll flew out with a whoosh before he could even scream. He struck three times on the wide surface of the Thames, and then in the blink of an eye it crashed into the embankment across the river, turning into a mass of flesh deeply embedded in the stones, unable to fall.

The light volley fell, Yang Qi stretched out his left hand, and the magic spear had already obediently flew into his palm. She landed unfazed, the muzzle of the gun was raised, click, bong, and the two werewolves, who didn't understand the situation at all, turned into paint all over the ground.

With a flick of the fingers, the magic gun was loaded. Yang Qi walked into the river in one step, stepping on the water like a goddess of Lingbo. WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE TRIGGER BEHIND HIM, BONG, THE OTHER TWO WEREWOLVES WHO RAN AWAY LIKE LOST DOGS ALSO TURNED INTO THE TINIEST DUST IN THE WAVES OF SOUND. Although werewolves have a strong ability to regenerate, it is impossible to resurrect from plasma.

The river is surging, and it is difficult to stop a step. In three or two steps, Yang Qi crossed the wide Thames.

With a bang, fine pieces of gravel fell down from the cracks, and the black muscle troll had been restored to the appearance of a white man. The super vitality gave him a near-immortal body, but he was too seriously injured in that punch just now, and if it weren't for his special physique, ordinary werewolf vampires would have died a long time ago.

Crunch, crunch, the man felt his neck like a nut being twisted by one hand several times before it was straightened back, and then his vision shook, and he was already grabbed by the hair and lifted up.

"I said what I thought was wrong just now, this is a normal way of speaking. Yang Qi grabbed the head of the white giant in front of his eyes, and his eyes were already half-narrowed: "Now, tell me, how did you use that hood?"

"Ahem......" Blood spurted out of his mouth, there were not a few broken ribs left, his respiratory tract was completely broken, and it became extremely difficult to speak. But the white giant suddenly laughed, laughing hideously and crazily, hysterically: "It's very simple...... I'll find a woman who looks like you...... Dress her up like you...... Bring your head coverings again...... And then...... Hey, hey, hey...... I'll ...... little by little, little by little, slowly Enjoy her ......"

POOF, THE HUGE MUZZLE OF THE GUN WAS BRUTALLY STABBED INTO THE GIANT MAN'S MOUTH - CLICK - BONG!

"Hiss————————" Yang Qi took a deep, deep breath, turned around and walked back to the other side.

"BIG-BOSS," Jonathan looked at Yang Qi a little timidly, she didn't look wrong now, but it was inexplicably terrifying: "What are we going to do next?"

"Let's send the old man back first, and then ......" Yang Qi smiled, that smile was indescribable.

On the streets of London, in the steel chariots, bald men snorted and panted. He was still waiting, waiting for the leader of the night, and Morpheus, the magic spear, to return victoriously before receiving further orders.

Crunch, the car door opened, and the bald guy turned his head to look, but the cold sweat flowed down all of a sudden, because it was not a muscular giant who came in.

"Little bald, I don't want to say it a second time, so listen carefully to me. There was a compelling demon light in his eyes, and the absolute life level suppression was slightly opened, and Yang Qi condescendingly patted the bald guy's face full of cold sweat: "I_want_play_a_game...... The name of this GAME is: metamorphosis, metamorphosis, all, gain, death, !!"