Suit-clad thugs crossed the aisles, and security guards inside the museum surrounded them to stop them.

A burly, muscular thug walked in front, blocked the stick, and then, like bowling, grabbed one of the security guards and threw them out, knocking them all to the ground.

"Tubu!"

The other thugs did not spare their hands, light smoke rose from the muzzles of their guns, and the historical memorial hall was baptized with blood, and the corpses of the security guards were piled up in the corridors like rocks.

Tourists screamed, fled in panic or crouched on the ground trembling, and one of the good-looking young girls was offering her purse in both hands.

"We've been treated like a robbery gang." The burly thug smiled, his eyes a little cold, "It's really underestimated." ”

He casually rewarded the girl with a bullet, which flew away with the force of the bullet, and the blood pulled in a straight line on the floor.

The other thugs yelled at the remaining tourists: "Stand in the corner for me!" Whoever dares to mess with me, I'll kill him! ”

The thug led the way, placed the suitcase he was carrying on a long table carved of mahogany, and opened the box with a "pop", revealing the timing device inside with red and yellow lines.

"Drip, drip......"

The device emits a sound, and the countdown "1:00" flashes on the electronic screen.

"I set it to explode in ten minutes. With the power of this explosive being enough to tear down the ceiling of the exhibition hall, we must get out of here. The thug at the head said quickly.

Yes, art is Patrick, that's what they're here for, but they're not prepared to sacrifice themselves. Black Poppy Paradise is a new supernatural organization, and they are just a bunch of minions in this organization who have received orders from their superiors today to bomb the museum in order to "make a little noise" in the city that never sleeps.

The thugs in suits received orders from their leaders and began to retreat in good training. One by one, they retreated to the front door of the exhibition hall, ready to leave.

This time, they have simulated the battle plan many times to ensure that there will be no mistakes. Now that the "hackers" have taken over the entire museum's electronic systems, all the cameras have become his eyes, and if a law enforcer sneaks into the museum, they will be the first to notice.

"Wait!" The hacker suddenly froze, pressed his temples, and the stream of information released from his brain seemed to return anomalous feedback.

"What's going on, hackers? Could it be that the enforcers have infiltrated the museum? The leader said coldly, "Don't these guys even care about the lives of tourists?" ”

"No, it seems like there's only one person coming in......" the hacker swallowed, his eyes a little stunned, "and he's as fast as a bullet!" ”

"Bang!"

Almost at the moment when the hackers reacted, the door of the exhibition hall suddenly exploded.

A violent storm of wind and waves swept all the thugs out of front of the door, and the splintering wood chips flew around like knives.

The burly thug fell to the ground, clutching the wooden thorns stuck in his legs, and let out an extremely terrible roar.

Zhao Ziqi's figure flashed out of the cracked doorway, and the expression on his face was a little terrifying:

"Originally, if you wanted to blow up the entire 13th district, I only had the idea of eating melon seeds to watch the excitement......

But you shouldn't involve the children! ”

Several thugs roared and stepped forward to give the uninvited guest a good look. They were originally mercenaries, and their skills were not bad.

But Zhao Ziqi easily dodged the successive attacks of several thugs, and his feet were like a leisurely stroll. He reached out and grabbed the head of one of the thugs, his knee raised, and he hit the opponent in the forehead, and the thug shot backwards like cannonballs, shooting through the polymer walls of the exhibition hall.

The other two thugs came up and were picked up by Zhao Ziqi one by one, choking his throat like an eagle catching a chicken. Although the thugs were burly, under the hands of the emaciated Zhao Ziqi, they only had their legs kicked around and their eyes were white.

When the two of them had their necks choked off and died of suffocation, Zhao Ziqi casually threw the body on the ground, slowly turned his head, and said lightly to another thug with trembling legs: "Do you also want to dance?" ”

The thug looked at this killer embryo wearing a two-dimensional mask walking towards him, his legs trembled suddenly, and he held the trigger with a slight punch: "You, don't come here!" ”

Zhao Ziqi sneered, and his figure suddenly looked like a ghost, leaving behind an afterimage. The next second, he appeared in front of the thug, grabbed the opposite door with his right hand, and slammed the opponent's head into the ground.

With a "bang", the air waves rolled, and the entire exhibition hall trembled.

The thug's legs swung in the air with inertia, and the floor under his head was covered with a large pool of blood, and his eyes were straight, indicating that he had died.

"Drip, drip!"

There was a sudden rapid sound on the mahogany carved long table, and Zhao Ziqi's action to continue the attack was slightly delayed, and the time to see the time bomb was only "0:10".

His eyes lit up, he didn't say much, grabbed the suitcase with one hand, kicked his legs, and his figure rose into the sky like a rocket, knocking a big hole in the ceiling.

Fortunately, this exhibition hall was already on the top floor of the museum, and after Zhao Ziqi saw the light of day again, he let out a loud shout, and his whole body was violently spiritually violent, picking up his suitcase and throwing it towards the extremely high sky.

"Boom!"

The huge explosion sound spread like thunder throughout the four fields, Zhao Ziqi's arms were covered above his head, and the shock wave pushed him downward, and at the same time, both arms were blown into white bones because of the protection of his head......

In the exhibition hall, a falling pin can be heard.

The tourist hostages were hiding in the corners, because they didn't understand the situation, they didn't dare to move, and occasionally a few children sobbed, but they quickly held back.

"Ha ......"

There was a sudden burst of nervous laughter in the air, and the hacker slowly crawled out from under the long table carved in mahogany and patted the dust off his clothes.

As the scumbag character in the squad, the hacker hid under the table at the beginning of the battle. When all his companions were overturned, and Zhao Ziqi disappeared at the same time, he came out tremblingly.

The hacker grabbed Wei Chong and glanced at the exhibition hall, where his companions were all dead, which made a cold sweat break out on his forehead. But the task released above must continue, otherwise what awaits him will be worse than death.

The hacker pointed a gun at the hostage, and since the time bomb was transferred, let's shoot it with a gun. The impact of this incident is so bad that it will shock the entire city that never sleeps like a bombshell, and then their Black Poppy Paradise will become famous.

"Bang!"

The first bullet was fired, aimed at a little girl. She cried so loudly that it annoyed the hacker.

However, in the next second, to the hacker's disbelief in his eyes, a figure fell from the sky like a god, blocking the girl, and at the same time reached out and threw the bullet out like a whip.

"Not dead? Can you still ...... Blocking bullets with bare hands? The hacker suspected that he was dazzled, and Zhao Ziqi was as steady as Mount Tai in his field of vision, and the sunlight poured down on the broken ceiling, shining on his figure like a miracle.

The throat rolled, and the hacker suddenly realized something, the other party was so terrifying, and he was able to survive the bomb......

"You're transcendental?" The hacker swallowed and yelled inwardly, "Don't underestimate me, I'm also extraordinary!" I advise you to get out of the way! ”

Zhao Ziqi smiled, but his smile was a little disdainful:

"I know you're transcendent, it's been reported in the news.

However, you are just a crippled transcendent, a person who forcibly fused the implant without systematic spiritual power cultivation and survived by luck.

Your abilities are far from those of the truly transcendent! ”

The hacker's face was stunned, and the other party's fearless look made him shudder. But he doesn't have time for a stalemate with the other side, and the enforcers may soon infiltrate the museum.

"I have a gun, I have a hostage! I'm afraid of you?! The hacker roared angrily and fired at the hostages with a slight charge.

After a burst of gunsmoke, the arrogant smile on the hacker's face suddenly froze, and none of the hostages in the corner of the wall were dead, and their trembling bodies showed that they were still alive.

And right ahead, Zhao Ziqi moved with the wind, and countless holes were punched by bullets on his body, which shows that all the bullets that were slightly rushed and strafed just now were blocked by him.

Moreover, at this moment, those yellow bullets are popping out of the bullet holes, and all the wounds are healing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

"You...... Who are you? The hacker trembled, he had never seen such a strange scene.

"You can call me...... Six ways to carry rice Zhenjun. Zhao Ziqi pressed the Payne mask on his face, and at the same time smiled lightly, "Now, I think there should be no bullets in your gun!" ”

With a flick of his wrist, the Rose Shortsword shot into the floor beneath the hacker's feet.

In the hacker's panicked eyes, the rose dagger slowly changed color, and instantly became extremely red.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion resounded in the sky.

……

At the same time, outside the museum, the enforcers set up a lot of defenses and stood by them.

"Sir, the Extraordinary Countermeasures Division has sent someone over!"

With a report from his subordinates, a transcendent man in a black uniform with the word "justice" printed on it walked up to the executive officer, flicked his cigarette ash with a pretended and lazy expression, and looked at the silent museum and said:

"You haven't started yet, have you?"

Suddenly, a blast shook the earth.

In the smoke of gunpowder, a thug's head flew out and coincidentally landed at the feet of this transcendent man, causing him to look stunned for a moment.

At the same time, at the exit of the museum, countless tourists poured out, screaming for their luck, and fleeing outside.

The law enforcement officer also looked a little shocked, but tried his best to hide his emotions, and patted the transcendent on the shoulder meaningfully: "No, comrade, you are late. The assault is over. ”

He had a complicated look in his eyes, beckoned, and motioned for everyone to call it a day.

Watching the enforcers go away, the transcendents who had run away in vain were silent.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he crouched down and tumbled out of the rubble......

A Penn mask.