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The modern city is like an ancient battlefield at this time, with blood and flames setting off a dazzling red in the sky.

There was a man standing in the firelight, and there were two strange points of light behind him flying wildly, as if they were stuffed into the stars in the firelight, and they forcibly isolated the flames. The man was still holding a man in his arms, a woman, who couldn't see her face clearly, and couldn't tell the difference between life and death, he just stood quietly, looking out of the firelight, where stood a group of people who he was once very familiar with.

"Lu Yu, give up, you can't go. ”

"I didn't want to leave. ”

He's not lying, and no one here will think he's quibbling.

Because he is Lu Yu.

At the age of three, he was retained by the Blackwater Battalion, at the age of thirteen, he officially became a member of the Blackwater Battalion, and at the age of twenty-three, he climbed to the tenth place with a pair of fists in the Blackwater Battalion, the most mysterious organization with only one hundred and eight people who could arbitrarily control the millions of troops of the Celestial Empire. At the age of thirty-three, he was known as the 'No. 1 killer in the world' and became an existence that countless people could only look up to......

Every ten years, Lu Yu will create a miracle.

His cultivation is very high, and among the 6.5 billion people in the world, there is less than one slap in the face who can become his opponent. But what really scares him is his resourcefulness.

'Count the world, chess is in Kyushu, like a person or a non-human, black water and land. 'There is a small country in the southwest of the Celestial Empire, a dictatorship, and many countries have sent assassins to assassinate them, but they have never succeeded, and some people joke that if they want to kill him, they must destroy that country. The mission of assassination also turned into an impossible one.

Lu Yu took it, and ten days later, the dictator's three hundred and seventy guards were still there, and the state-of-the-art security equipment of the luxury villa was not damaged at all, but he still died, dead in his bed, and was not discovered until four hours later, thus triggering a civil war that shocked the world, and also allowed the Celestial Empire to reap a lot of benefits from it.

No one knows how he did it, but almost everyone knows, 'He can do it'.

The 'Yellow and White Era' is the most significant change that has taken place in the 22nd century, affecting the whole world. In layman's terms, the international monetary system that is the 'gold standard' suddenly became the 'platinum standard', so that the Freemasonry that relied on the control of gold to control the whole world became a yellow flower of yesterday and completely disappeared from people's sight.

And the initiator of this yellow and white era, it was Lu Yu himself who ransacked the Federal Reserve as a 'terrorist'!

A guy who is called a 'demon' by the world has never made a mistake once in his life, but just one time is deadly enough.

He didn't go, because he wanted to win this battle, which he saw as a symbol of lowliness and incompetence, and he needed to fight his way out and carve out a life for himself and the woman in his arms.

"Up!"

At the sound of an order, the fire rushed into the sky, the sky was full of blood rain, and the two stars dotted a gorgeous starry sky in the midst of blood and fire.

Now that he is standing here, it proves that no one will be his opponent.

It's just that he missed the calculation, or forgot something, a dagger of special material, with a pitch-black sheen, pierced his heart.

blood, which spreads into an unhealable wound.

Lu Yu stretched out his hand, but the fatal hand turned into a soft, caressing the face of the woman who stabbed him, and then closed his eyes in shock......

"Battalion commander, this demon is he...... And he just died?"

"Sage Yun, if the sky is loved, the sky is old, and a devil dares to covet the beauty of the world?"

Wow!

A good rain, suddenly, with the wind.

The commander of the Blackwater Battalion stood in the rain, and the torrential rain was cut off from his body by a foot, splashing a layer of mist that made him look unreal.

The flames stopped in the heavy rain, and only the corpse lying on the ground was left in front of him, and the woman who had been held in a warm embrace disappeared.

"Rainy days, most suitable for funerals, canopy rain curtains...... Hmph, it's a beautiful sight to be dead for. ”

The heavens and the earth were solemn, as if a funeral ceremony was really being carried out, except for the sound of wind and rain, there was no abnormal sound.

But suddenly......

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell, slashing directly at Lu Yu's body, and the current swept through, causing a foul smell and the shaking of the corpse.

"Hmph, it seems that the heavens will not allow you! You die...... Huh?"

Rumble!

Suddenly, another thunderbolt struck Lu Yu again.

Someone next to him said embarrassedly: "This ...... Isn't this a split that doesn't solve hatred?"

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

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First, then again, then twice, and then after that, dozens of thunderbolts slashed at Lu Yu one after another.

In the eyes of outsiders, it turned out to be ...... It's a little funny, as if I missed a split, tried a few times, and finally found the direction, so I beat it randomly.

In just a moment, Lu Yu's corpse completely turned into fly ash under the thunder, and it could really be regarded as 'fly ash annihilation', leaving nothing but a puddle of darkness on the ground.

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