Nanci's heavy breathing echoed through the cracks of the container.

She had just been replaced with a mechanical heart, and she had not yet adapted to such a high-intensity exercise, and the increase in blood pressure had already made him feel dizzy.

Wu Mian saw that Nan Ci was physically exhausted, and said in a deep voice: "Take advantage of the fact that the monster didn't catch up just now, you put me down and leave immediately!" Otherwise, when he catches up, none of us will be able to leave! ”

Nanci's pace became slower and slower: "I said, there is no precedent for the rebels to leave their comrades-in-arms, don't feel that you owe anyone, even if it is not you who are detained today, I will not sit idly by, saving is not a choice of more or less, it is our persistence and belief!" ”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a large hole was opened by a bullet in the container on the south wind's side, and her left leg was hit by a bullet, breaking from the knee down, and her body was unbalanced, and Wu Mian was also thrown out.

Wu Mian fell to the ground, watching the bloodstained metal knife cut through the container, and then it was torn open by both hands, revealing the cheeks of the oil-headed man, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes.

At this point, he has fallen into the point of isolation.

The only trustworthy worker bee organization has done its best to save him, and can no longer exert any combat effectiveness.

The oil-headed man walked towards Wu Mian with steady steps: "I said earlier, there is no point in struggling, your actions are just a waste of life." ”

"You're from the Hidden Dragon Organization, and the Hidden Dragon Organization has always known my identity, right?"

Wu Mian looked at the approaching oil-headed man, and a flash of perseverance flashed in his eyes: "I'm not afraid of death, but before I die, I hope you can tell me who I really am?" ”

"Okay, since you want to know so much, then I'll tell you."

A playful smile appeared on the oil-headed man's metal cheeks, and he pressed Wu Mian's arm with his right foot and left knee, and the blade slowly cut through Wu Mian's skin: "You, but a dead man!" ”

"Buzz!"

The buzzing sound came again, and Wu Mian only felt a gust of wind pass over his head, and then the oil-headed man's body flew out upside down, knocking the container behind him into a big hole.

The sound of fighting came from inside the container, and several figures with grimace masks also appeared on the other side, running towards Wu Mian.

Nanci, who had lost too much blood, shook and raised his pistol, wanting to shoot, but the opponent's movements were faster.

A spherical uniform bullet exploded in Nanci's chest, and the swelling gel inside instantly enveloped her body, making her lose her mobility.

"Boom!"

The ruptured container continued to bulge and began to deform violently, and the oil-headed man was knocked out again and crashed into the opposite container.

This all-synthetic human, who had claimed to be a god and killed wantonly a few minutes ago, became extremely embarrassed at this time.

The titanium alloy armor on his body was full of scratches, and a few screws had collapsed, and the sparks bursting out of the cracks in his body and the oil leaking from the joints were more straightforward declarations of what kind of blow he had just suffered.

The iron sheet of the container was torn apart, and a figure wearing a combat uniform and a ghost mask appeared opposite him, and moved his neck: "Burst into the accelerator, rare equipment." ”

"Think you're on the edge?"

The oil-headed man was enraged by the attitude of the ghost mask, and the sound of clockwork and gear tightening came from his body: "I just had trouble exerting my strength in a narrow space, and you couldn't help but be happy too soon." ”

"Early?"

The ghost mask said in a lazy tone: "It's just a primary implant, shouldn't you be naïve to think that you can be called a qualified combat power?" ”

When the oil-headed man heard this, the pupils of his prosthetic eyes contracted.

The sixth-level breakthrough accelerator is a serious military-grade module, although it is not a rare treasure, but it is by no means something that can be obtained easily.

But in his opinion, the top-level transformation that he had worked so hard to get seemed so unbearable in the mouth of the ghost mask opposite, which inevitably made him doubt the details of the other party.

In the confrontation just now, his most successful blow was only to tear off the opponent's cloak, indicating that this person's transformation was definitely above him.

And this kind of person, not to mention Kyoto, I'm afraid there are not many people in the whole country.

Before the oil-headed man could think of who the other party was, the ghost mask had disappeared in place, and he also cheered up.

The two of them were no longer visible in sight, only the sound of metal clashing everywhere.

Wu Mian knew that the two were not teleporting, but that their movement module was too advanced, and the ultra-high movement speed had exceeded the frequency that could be captured by the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the ghost mask and the oil-headed man had fought no one more times.

The oil-headed man was finally defeated, and his body penetrated two containers in a row and crashed into the iron frame of the gantry crane.

The ghost mask was not prepared to give the oil-headed man a chance to breathe, and after knocking the other party away, he chased after him, ready to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

The oil-headed man tried his best, but he couldn't find a breakthrough in the battle, and seeing that the other party attacked again, he didn't hesitate to activate the prosthetic weapon out of battle function, and the dismembered arm flew straight to the ghost mask after being charged.

"Whew!"

The Onicha Mask's arm spewed out a stream of pure flame, relying on the force of the jet to block the arm in the air.

"Boom!"

The arms in the air exploded in the heat, creating a huge smoke screen.

"Arrest someone!"

Seeing this, the people who came with the onicha mask made a gesture and prepared to arrest him.

The ghost mask used flames to disperse the smoke, and found that the oil-headed man had taken the opportunity to run away, so he did not arrest him, but waved his hand to stop it: "It's okay, retreat!" ”

A grimace mask stepped forward and asked, "Brother Shen, what about the injured people at the scene?" ”

The ghost mask thought for a moment: "Let's take it with us." ”

A group of ghost-faced people who arrived quickly took Wu Mian and the others away from the scene, and he was even taken into a freezer truck alone.

This freezer looks shabby from the outside, but inside it is luxuriously decorated.

Wu Mian, who was unconscious in the lower half of his body, sat on the sofa and looked at the ghost mask opposite who could crush the oil-headed man: "If the person who wanted to kill me before was the Hidden Dragon Organization, then who are you?" ”

The ghost mask took off his mask, revealing a handsome young face: "They are not from the Hidden Dragon Organization, I am." ”

Wu Mian frowned: "You?!" ”

"I'm the number two person in the Hidden Dragon Organization, Shen Jiahong."

After Shen Jiahong introduced his identity, he added: "The people who attacked you just now are people from the Golden Horse Group, and they set this trap just to kill you, and our Hidden Dragon Organization is here to save you." ”

"Hidden Dragon? Save me? ”

Wu Mian became more and more confused, and looked at Shen Jiahong seriously: "You saw me alone, and you told me this, do you know anything about my past?" ”

"Do you really remember nothing about the past?"

Shen Jiahong took a deep breath and met Wu Mian's gaze: "Long time no see, Brother Jiu!" ”

[End of Volume 1]