Turn back the time a little...

Ten minutes ago, gunshots from the surveillance tower threw the entire arena into chaos.

And Lu Fuyan, who was at the center of the storm, entered a near-death state at the moment he was shot!

Although the bullet fired by the killer did not directly hit the heart or head, with the characteristics of the dummy bullet expanding and shattering in the wounded's body, as long as the shot hit the torso, ordinary people also had no chance of surviving.

Therefore, the killer had no intention of continuing to aim, he retracted the rifle from the window as fast as he could, placed the murder weapon in the corner of the wall in a way that was as unobtrusive as possible, and then quickly followed the wall in the direction of the staircase.

As planned, after the gunshots rang out, most of the spectators in the eastern surveillance tower screamed and dodged, and no one stopped him.

Next, the killer only needs to blend in with the uninformed crowd outside the arena, and it is almost impossible to distinguish his traces from the vast sea of people.

… However, before he could climb out of the first-floor window of the surveillance tower, a lady in a short leather jacket suddenly appeared like a mirage at the bend of the stairs on the next floor, and stared silently at the visitor with an indifferent gaze that was almost terrifying.

"You have no idea what you've done, do you?"

“！！”

Zhao Manyun's voice was not loud, but every word pierced into the killer's sea of knowledge like an ice pick, giving people extreme cold and fear.

The experienced killer instinctively wants to turn around and run away, and change the route of escape...

But at the other end of the stairs, he still bumped into Miss Zhao's phantom head-on!

The pale, faded human form passed through the subject's body like a cold current that engulfed everything, condensing a strange black ice on the surface of the skin.

The latter had no time to respond, and lost all life the moment he fell backwards...

It wasn't until the curtain came down on this strange murder that the Zhou family, who had been ambushed in the tower on the east side earlier, rushed to the scene one step behind, and Miss Zhao had long been absent in front of them.

…

On the other side, almost at the same time that someone Lu was shot, Lao Wu, who was responsible for preventing accidents, also reacted immediately.

But as a nominal comrade, his first reaction was not to race against time to enter the dungeon to launch first aid to Lu Fuyan, but immediately took out the intercom to issue a warning to all the downlines dispatched to the Toutuoling relay station of the Self-Rescue Association this time!

"Level 1 alert! Everyone is ready to fight pollution! Repeat, everyone is ready to fight pollution! ”

The fear from the soul grabbed Lao Wu's heart, so much so that this old cadre, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't help but tremble slightly during the call!

… Lao Wu admitted that it was a mistake on his job not to detect the gunman who was intercepted by Zhou Congrong in advance.

But from another point of view, this is also a cognitive blind spot caused by asymmetry of intelligence.

After all, after the bar incident, Lu Fuyan's identity as a natural disaster-level pollution source has been deeply rooted in Lao Wu's brain!

Therefore, in the process of arranging security matters, he thought more about how to prevent Lu from getting out of control during the duel match and causing harm to the settlement.

After all, from the perspective of a member of the Self-Rescue Association, he would never use such a simple and crude method as shooting to kill a potential natural disaster-level polluter.

… But he forgot that Zhou Congrong didn't know the key to this.

Coupled with the long-term habit of banning guns in the inner city, today's security has been overshadowed by a variety of factors!

Things have developed to this point, and Lao Wu, as the first relation, is willing to bear all the consequences.

But what really shook him was not the next disciplinary measures that his superiors would impose on him.

Because compared with the imminent "natural disaster", if you can survive to the day when your superiors punish you, it can be regarded as a small probability event

…

The moment the killer pulled the trigger, he must not have expected that the target who was put into the crosshair by himself was not an agile boxing gladiator, but a "bombshell" in human skin!

Where did he shoot Lu Fuyan's chest and abdomen...

It is clearly the main artery that hits all the human inhabitants of Toutuoling!

As a first-hand witness who has seen the uncontrolled harm of natural disaster-level pollution sources, Lao Wu knows very well what kind of tragedy will happen once Lu Fuyan falls to the evil god when he is dying!

Unlike the last time when the space was relatively closed, the terrible natural disaster exposed in the center of the dungeon could transform the entire platform into another world in a maximum of ten seconds!

When the time comes, the contestants who are already full of negative emotions and those corpses that have not yet cooled down will naturally become the most suitable hotbed for the power of the evil gods...

Unless someone Lu can regain consciousness from the runaway state as before, all the organic and inorganic matter in the East and West Surveillance Tower will soon become sacrifices to the activation of natural disaster-level pollutants.

Their flesh, soul, and all other constituent elements will be contaminated and reorganized.

Either become part of the "divine body", or destroy and collapse in rapid mutation, and eventually turn into a "plague", engulfing dozens of square kilometers of land around it...

Using the power of individual human beings as a reference, even Zhao Manyun, who is a "heroic spirit", has almost no chance of surviving a disaster of this scale.

To be honest, if it weren't for Lao Wu's preset contact equipment and personnel all over the inner city for insurance, even this alarm might not even have had time to spread outward...

But even so, if a natural disaster does break out, it is still uncertain how effective the alarm will be.

After all, even if the other members of the organization in the city responded immediately after receiving the news delivered by Lao Wu, the only people who might survive in the end were those who were originally on the edge of the relay station.

And all these tragedies started with that damn cold gun! It started with their decision to choose Lu Fuyan to compete!

… All the above thoughts flashed through Lao Wu's mind in less than five seconds.

Just when he was almost crushed by the huge remorse, Zhao Manyun had already taken the lead in responding.

- Killing the killer is just an insurance measure to make up for the loss, in essence, it is to prevent the other party from continuing to inflict harm on someone on Lu, leading to an early outbreak of pollution.

Therefore, except for the two disembodied phantoms, Miss Zhao's deity left the surveillance site almost immediately, and pounced on Lu Fuyan, who had been shot and fell to the ground, as quickly as possible.

Just like when she took Lao Lu away from the slave exchange, she passed through the obstacles directly in the form of a ghost, and appeared next to Lu in a way that defied scientific common sense.

Judging from this distance, most of Lao Lu's organs have been damaged.

The brutal state of the wound exploding even makes people feel that they are just a corpse that has not yet cooled down in front of them...

However, with the extraordinary insight, Miss Zhao still noticed the tiny flesh buds that were wriggling around the wound, as well as the extraordinary divine power that was constantly accumulating around Lu's body.

- Generally speaking, this is undoubtedly a precursor to the loss of control of the standard!

But for Zhao Manyun, who had witnessed a miracle with her own eyes, the scene in front of her was a little uncertain...

Intricate thoughts flashed through her mind, and Miss Zhao, who was holding the broken sword in her hand, raised the blade of the sword, but there was a moment of hesitation.

At this moment, a blood-stained palm grabbed her ankle.

"Don't look... Help me! ”