Although it was eight o'clock in the evening, it was impossible for such an explosion not to attract attention.

Within more than 20 minutes of the explosion, surrounding residents, reporters, firefighters, and public security officers all rushed to the scene one after another.

But before they could carefully investigate the scene, several black cars sped on.

Click.

A man in a black trench coat stepped out of the car.

Several people got out of the cars behind him, and all of them were uniformly terrifying, with cold faces and a murderous aura.

The movement quickly caught the attention of one of the young officers.

With a vigilant expression, he walked straight to the blockade line and blocked the way of the man in the trench coat: "Sir, this place has been blocked, please ......"

"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

Before the officer finished speaking, an old police officer hurriedly walked over and looked at the man in the trench coat and the person behind him: "The notice above said that someone would take over, it should be you, right?" ”

The man in the trench coat didn't explain, and said indifferently with an expressionless face: "Clear your men in three minutes, and we will settle in and take over the scene." ”

"Okay, okay, no problem." The old police officer subconsciously wiped his sweat and nodded again and again, "We have protected the scene very well, and there is absolutely no damage, you can rest assured." ”

With that, he picked up the pager and ordered all police officers to evacuate the scene.

Why didn't you ask more?

Joke.

The official level crushed people to death, and the superiors who gave him orders were not only one or two levels older than him.

The police officers who were still conducting on-site sampling were at a loss when they received the instructions.

They were urgently called at night to say that there had been an explosion in a residential building, but when they rushed to the scene, they found that no casualties were found at all, and now they directly ordered to evacuate before even the sampling work was completed?

What about playing tricks?

But when the order was given, the officers could only put away their things and leave the scene with a depressed and confused face.

After leaving all unrelated people.

"The on-site survey team immediately took trace sampling, and the lockdown team controlled the scene and did not allow anyone to approach the vicinity."

The man in the trench coat led by him coldly ordered: "You don't need to apply if you find a suspicious person to be haunted, you need to arrest it immediately, and under special circumstances, you are allowed to shoot and kill." ”

"All, action."

After all the orders were given, two dozen people blocked the scene without saying a word, and a new cordon was pulled.

The attitude is outrageously rigorous, as if they were not dealing with a bombing at night, but a major crisis of national security.

"Have you checked the surveillance of the nearby streets?"

"I checked, but only found a target suspected to be codenamed 'Ghost'."

"Didn't you photograph another person?" The man in the trench coat frowned, "What about the dash cam of the vehicle on the road?" ”

The man in black holding the computer shook his head.

The surveillance was not filmed, and neither was the dash cam.

"Tsk."

The man in the trench coat smacked his lips a little unhappily, and said coldly: "That means that he doesn't want to reveal his identity and deliberately chooses the route of monitoring the dead end." ”

According to the female commissioner with the "Spirit of Words and Bloodlines", she noticed the traces of a half-breed while searching for a target of dragon blood.

The Soul of Words and Bloodlines can awaken the person's own bloodline, improve their sensitivity to the perception of bloodline, and resonate with the surrounding dragons or half-bloods with their own bloodline, so as to locate people with dragon blood.

Unfortunately, she was dumped when she was tracking down the half-breed who was suspected of possessing the "Spirit of Words".

Not long after, there was an explosion here.

"Is there a fight between two rival hybrids?"

The right eyelid of the man in the trench coat suddenly jumped, and an ominous premonition rose inexplicably in his heart.

Being able to produce an explosion of this magnitude is undoubtedly some high-risk speech.

After a while, a strong man in black ran over.

"Report to the chief, the target codenamed 'Ghost' is suspected to be dead, and no signs of a fight have been found, but the preliminary judgment is that the maximum temperature of the explosion is close to 1000 °C."

Although he tried his best to make his tone appear serious, it was still difficult to hide the shock and horror in it.

They found only the remaining calcium oxide, which is ...... Ashes.

Hearing the terrifying temperature of up to 1000 °C, the tense face of the man in the trench coat also twitched.

1000°C, what is the concept?

Generally speaking, the crematorium of the funeral home starts from 200 degrees Celsius and can reach a maximum of 900 degrees Celsius, with different temperatures at each stage.

When it is around 400°C to 500°C, it is mainly used to burn the clothes and hair on the surface of the corpse.

Around 600 °C to 700 °C, mainly for burning corpses, muscles, blood and organs, until 900 °C, burning human bones.

As for 1000°C......

It's all burned to ashes!

There's still a fart fight here!

"An explosion of this magnitude." The windbreaker man's face was a little more solemn, "Could it be Jun Yan?" ”

Speech Spirit: Jun Yan, a high-risk spirit with a sequence of 89.

After a long period of meditation and chanting, the releaser creates a high temperature, high heat, and shock wave, which causes a powerful explosion, usually about the same as the detonation of a napalm.

The terrifying temperature of 1000°C is indeed in line with the power of the "Spirit of Words and Monarch Flame".

But where did the dangerous hybrids come from?

Is it an orthodox-cultivated weapon, or a hybrid race from abroad?

However, after hearing the man's speculation, the strong man in black couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"That, sir."

He blushed and said tentatively as tactfully, "You'd better go and take a look, I don't think it's like a ...... Jun Yan. ”

Not Jun Yan?

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat came back to his senses, frowned and walked to the alley.

The scene in the alley is like someone using an RPG to fire a few shots at the entrance of the alley, and the terrifying shockwave shatters everything around it into pieces.

There was no smell of gunpowder, not even the remnants of the explosion were seen.

Only the only remaining unidentified coke and white powder on the ground could be seen.

"In the absence of flammable and explosive materials, the fire element in the surrounding environment is ignited explosively."

Looking at the marks under his feet, the man in the trench coat asked in a puzzled tone, "Isn't this very in line with Jun Yan's characteristics?" ”

"Sir." The strong man in black behind him had a stiff expression, "You, step back a little more." ”

"Huh?"

The man in the trench coat raised his eyebrows, took a step back, and said casually: "What's wrong, what's the ......?"

It's just that before he finishes speaking, the words on his lips are held back.

The man in the trench coat stood at the entrance of the alley, his body frozen in place, looking at him in a daze.

The whole alley is centered on that point, and the scorch marks spread radially to the mouth of the alley.

If it is said that the release of the Jun Flame is irritable when released, it is like a child wielding a giant axe and slashing.

The scene in front of you......

In a trance, the man in the trench coat seemed to see a monarch coming, even if it was a violent monarch flame surrendering in front of him, he was extremely docile.

In the face of disobedient ministers who dared to offend him, the monarch waved his hand.

The terrifying power bestowed upon him a brilliant death, and his soul seemed to be consumed by the fire in an instant.

Until the strong man in black behind him pulled him.

Call!!

The man in the trench coat shuddered violently and gasped for air.

There was a faint tingling in his throat, and he seemed to be able to feel the terrifying heat wave.

"Sir, you, your eyes ......"

"What?" The man in the trench coat stretched out his hand in a daze, touching his eyes.

In those originally dark pupils, I don't know when, there was a golden light like flames.

- like a mirror reflecting fire.