The weather is hot, sunny to cloudy, and there is no continuous wind direction and breeze.

On the other side of the ocean, the old beauty known as the free country, I don't know when an urban legend spreads.

The legend is very earthy, but under the explanation of one eyewitness after another, it becomes confusing.

Legend has it that it was a man.

A man is a hero.

Lao Mei is not a free land as advertised, but this soil, which is full of speculators and operators, is indeed prone to breed the fat fruits of crime.

Therefore, in this country, there is never a shortage of anecdotes of all kinds of lonely heroes.

I don't see Hollywood's abundant movies, most of which are films of personal heroism.

But the legend is a bit of a detail that isn't handled very well.

Other heroes do good deeds, either for love and justice, or for their homes and dreams, and they will definitely shout slogans and take a stand.

But this man didn't even shout a slogan, and he was almost not considered a terrorist.

"He's here again!"

"How did this guy find the door!"

"Bastard, don't run away, he's alone, I'm afraid of what he will do!"

In the slums of the city, four people suddenly ran out of the old building, shouting as they ran, panicked and frightened.

A man walked out of the door, wearing ordinary clothes that could no longer be ordinary, like the most fashionable new clothes.

His figure, his temperament, is too perfect.

His unremarkable appearance seems to contain a strange charm, and people can't help but set their eyes on him, as if he has become the focus of the world.

This is a man who is destined to be extraordinary.

But he has only the most mundane beliefs.

Shout!

The man suddenly disappeared in place, appearing behind one of them, his fist piercing the back of his heart and appearing in front of his chest, clutching a beating heart in his hand.

Kneaded.

"FK! Jason is dead!"

"We want to avenge him. ”

"Report a fart, we can't protect ourselves!"

The other three looked desperately at the man who slowly pulled out his blood-stained palm.

He came to see it.

What kind of eyes were there, no indifference, no calm, no anger, not even murderous intent.

Deep!

It's like an endless hell.

Bang! Bang!

Three more punches.

There was no prayer, no plea for mercy, and no forgiveness.

The luster in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the vitality in his body quickly peeled away, even if they were all superpowers, they couldn't stop the passage of life.

There is a haunted house in Frankens that is known to be the bloodthirsty monsters that come out every night to kill people and drink blood.

The victim died in a horrific state, as if the whole person had been stuffed into a large separator, twisted into a towel, peeled and juiced, and drained of the last drop of blood.

In order to capture the bloodthirsty monsters, Area 52 made a big move and set up an ambush.

In the darkness, the dilapidated and barren garden villa was dark and unsettling.

"Horror is horror, but the strength is not necessarily better than the famous Huiyang ghost building in Huaxia. ”

The little goatee, who was in charge of catching bloodthirsty monsters, subconsciously lit a toasted cigar and swallowed the clouds.

"Sir, why?"

The young commissioner wondered.

"The monsters in this villa can kill up to three or five people in one night, but the methods are more cruel and personalized, which doesn't mean how powerful it is, but a random evil ghost from the Huiyang Ghost Building can walk during the day, summon a hundred ghosts to parade the streets, and swallow the soul of an entire block alive!"

The young commissioner smacked his lips: "Then why don't they do that?"

"The reason why they don't do this is purely because they are Chinese ghosts, low-key and don't like to cause trouble. ”

The little goatee sighed, and everyone in the world said that the old and the beautiful were old, but the old beauty was distressed.

One side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, and the demons and monsters that come out of Lao Mei are also contaminated with Lao Mei's habits, doing evil everywhere and killing innocents, why don't you learn to learn from the same kind on the other side of the ocean, and be a monster in a low-key manner?

"Sir, who are the people over there, haven't you seen them before?"

The young commissioner is on the first day of work, and there is a whole group of experienced veteran drivers around him, and the safety is off the charts, not cowardly, curious about everything, and wants to ask everything.

The little goatee was not angry, he was also from a young man, he raised his chin and glanced in the direction of ten o'clock, and wrote a 'weak' in his left eye and a 'who' in his right eye, and a cold snort came out of his nostrils, fully showing his disdain and contempt.

"Nouveau riche. ”

Therefore, the old driver is still the old driver, and some people can't convey the meaning of a lot of nonsense, which is summed up by the three words of the little goatee.

The young commissioner sighed, and was not interested.

Since the old drivers all said that these people were nouveau riche, there was no need to pay attention to them.

The little goatee saw the disapproval in the young commissioner's eyes, shook his head, and didn't say anything, experience can only be practiced, and it is useless to teach it alone.

On a summer night, a cold air suddenly permeated the haunted house, and the frost spread all the way from the house to the outside, and even the thick leaves of the two fig trees in the back garden were covered with a layer of white.

"It's coming!"

The little goatee put away his relaxed expression, and the small eyes under the tortoiseshell mirror suddenly sharpened.

A qualified District 52 commissioner, even if it is to catch mice, will do his best.

As soon as the mutation occurred, more than a hundred cold-faced burly black-clothed people appeared in the originally empty and uninhabited streets, equipped with combat uniforms and ink super, and held all kinds of strange weapons with explosive technology content at a glance.

Not to mention anything else, the technological content of Mo Chao alone exceeds that of modern technology for fifteen years, and you can see all kinds of ghosts, strange magnetic fields, energy vortices, and combat power detection functions.

The young commissioner lifted off the optical camouflage on his body, excitedly took out a small round handle, pressed his thumb, and made a start-up sound of 'May the force be with you!', and popped out the light blade, and the dazzling light illuminated half of the street.

"According to the regulations, the particle lightsaber can only vibrate when it is turned on, and it can't set the voice, what kind of broken thing do you kid change, and also, who asked you to pull out the lightsaber!"

The young commissioner was scolded and turned the switch again, and with a bang, the conspicuous lightsaber disappeared suddenly.

After making a fuss, even the little goatee was a little out of breath.

No one noticed that in this toss between light and dark, a figure suddenly appeared and disappeared.

"Shadow Group 2, Group 3, Group 4, Group 5, surround, Shadow Group 1 breaks through, Shadow Group 6 and special commissioners are on standby, providing assistance according to the situation, and the operation begins. ”

Without shouting any slogans, the little goatee kicked open the fence gate, loaded the powerful firearm in his hand, and rushed into the house with a large group of men and horses.

Bang!

This time it was not a kick, but a shot, a powerful firearm the size of two palms, and one shot directly hit the door with a frame into thumb-thin sawdust, and there was green smoke.

All the windows and doors outside the house were smashed, one by one the magnet-melting grenades pulled out the safety bolts and threw them in, the little goatee made a move, and everyone retreated to a safe distance.

One, two, three!

Quietly, but in the ultrasound lens of the 52nd District Commissioner, the whole room was instantly enveloped by a violent magnetic field!

Except for the glass-ceramic products, everything else was shivering under the effect of the melt magnetic grenade.

The plastic trash can melts like ice cream, the metal plates in the kitchen burst with electric sparks, the old bed in the bedroom turns black and carbonizes, and then starts burning...

In this case, whether it is a living person, a dead ghost, or other strange species, as long as they enter that place, there will be no second choice except to turn into roast meat and soul particles.

The content of technology is so terrifying.

Receiving, digesting, absorbing, and then producing, technological civilization is not as fragile as many people think.

But these District 52 commissioners did not seem very happy.

"WTF!What the hell are these two radiators?!"

In Mo Chao's penetrating mirror, there were two more humanoid silhouette lifeforms in the bedroom where the fire was bursting with energy fluctuations, and the frenzied magnetic field flowed to their sides, and they were forcibly isolated and repelled, forming a safe and non-magnetic environment.