"This team wants to sell me as a commodity, and in the end I have to pretend to be generous and forgive them and join their team again?"

Dean couldn't swallow this breath, and the murderous intent boiled in his eyes,

Then don't leave one!

"Medium difficulty, which means that one of the five people has a superpower, find out and solve it first."

In addition, there are three locks on the side of the coffin lid in God's view, and he cannot open it from the inside.

……

"Guys, Kletie's idea is not unreasonable," the blonde man defended his girlfriend gang with a serious face, "the last eighteen years... A supernatural event befell her, becoming more and more dangerous and difficult to deal with, what will be the next time that you can't fathom the dangerous thing? ”

The red-haired woman tightened her grip when she heard this, and there was a hint of fear in her royal blue pupils.

"It's hard to let her support her alone, maybe in a few years, we will lose Clytie forever, and without her, the team might as well just disband on the spot!"

The blonde man said solemnly,

"For the sake of the long term, we should bring in another powerful supernatural."

……

Everyone in the carriage turned their eyes and fell into thought.

No one noticed, and an invisible shadow slowly crawled out of the board like a poisonous snake.

"You're right." Bradley broke the silence and patted the coffin lightly, "But not this time, the guy in here can't control it, and it must be disposed of as soon as possible." In the future, we will find ways to add members to strengthen the team at the right time. ”

"What are you kidding? Do you think superpowers are homeless people on the street who can be found casually? Miss this opportunity, and who knows how long it will take to bump into it next time? The blonde man insisted.

"Listen to me, have I ever let you down?" Bradley squinted at the brunette man next to him and the driver girl in the front seat,

As soon as the words landed, his eyes suddenly widened.

There was a faint hissing in the carriage.

Immediately afterward, a strange and terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes without warning.

A bright silver arc flashed.

The board that had been held in the red-haired woman's hand automatically broke free from her grasp without wind, and the cold light glittered straight up against her white and fragile neck.

But there was a "pop" in the air, and the board that could easily cut through the flesh and blood hit an invisible and solid barrier, and was instantly bounced away.

The woman was unharmed.

But the crowd didn't have time to react.

The bounced board shot at the black-haired man opposite, slashing his defenseless neck.

There were no surprises this time.

Swish!

The black-haired man's skin was opened, revealing a hideous opening like a baby's mouth.

Blood splattered out like a fountain, spilling a large line of bewitching blood in the air, staining his chin and the coffin lid in the center of the carriage.

Instinctively, he reached out to cover the wound on his neck, his face frightened and stunned.

"Oh my God!"

"FXXK, save him!"

"Kletie, stop the board!"

"Dona, go to the hospital!"

Turning into elbows and armpits, the carriage exploded like boiling porridge water.

But this group of people is full of tacit understanding and panicked.

Squeak –

The tires screeched against the ground, and the driver, Dona, instantly turned around and returned to Las Vegas.

Bradley quickly took out the disinfectant spray and sterile bandage from the tactical backpack under his feet with both hands, and handed them to the blonde man, who bandaged and pressed his injured companion, barely stopped the bleeding, and took another injection of adrenaline hormone, ready to inject at any time.

And the red-haired woman Cletti got up from her seat, bent her knees and half-squatted, her hands parted to the sides, and her outstretched palms suddenly clenched!

Suddenly, a strong wind was blowing, and an invisible force erupted around her body, accurately locking the board suspended in mid-air, and freezing it to death.

But it's far from over.

The shadow of the past, hidden in the corner of the carriage, lifted the telekinesis manipulation and took advantage of the chaos to wrap up an AK-47 placed next to the seat.

Quickly close the safety, pull the bolt handle back, and move it to the side of the coffin, aiming the muzzle at the closed lock on the outside of the coffin.

An invisible force pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Three shots in a row.

The three locks that lock the lid of the coffin are disconnected and fall to the ground!

Three ricocheting bullets pierced the roof of the truck in reverse, and blinding sunlight poured through the holes.

The faces of the people in the carriage changed drastically.

"Watch out for the gun!"

The blonde man instinctively raised his shield to the side, covering himself and his injured teammates.

Dona, the driver, desperately leaned back.

With a snap of her right hand, Cleaty unincorporated force rolled up the AK-47 and pressed it against the side wall of the carriage.

Dean in the coffin lifted God's perspective and turned his attention to the fantasy space, sweeping over several of the lemon-shaped M26 grenades, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"You invited me to eat guns."

"I invite you to eat grenades!"

Two seconds later, two M26s appeared on the wrist of Dean's cuffed right hand.

The Shadow of the Past lifted the lid of the coffin slightly, wrapped the grenade, pulled off the tab, loosened the fuse, and threw two small lemon-shaped objects out of the coffin, rolling close to the feet of FBI agent Bradley and to the feet of the blonde man holding the shield.

It happened too suddenly.

The blonde man noticed the abnormality at his feet, and his eyes shrank as if they had been pricked by pins.

The spell of death instantly occupied all of his mind!

"Shield!"

With a wild roar, the corner of his eye caught one last glance at Kletie, who was struggling to control the board and the rifle, and then raised the concave side of the shield and pressed the grenade desperately.

Bang!

A deafening explosion tore through the air.

The flat, wide interstate highway shook like an earthquake.

The smooth pickup truck then jolted violently, and clusters of irregular cracks appeared on the otherwise smooth body shell.

The massive impact that erupted from inside blasted open the back door of the compartment, and one of the doors creaked and fell to the ground.

The windows in the front and back were all shattered one step earlier, and the crystal glass slag was sprinkled on the ground like rain.

Boiling white smoke poured out like the rising tide of the sea, along the frame, the wheels, and the back door, in every direction, and the bright yellow light and flames flashed out.

Finally, the shape-shifting car, like a smoke-soaked drunk, staggered off the main road and into the barren field next to it.

When the smoke clears.

The car came to a complete stop, riddled with potholes and a broken car that looked like it had been parked in a garbage dump for years.

Bang!

The lid of the black coffin, which was still intact in the carriage, was overturned and fell to the ground.

Dean swung his locked hands and feet and struggled to his feet from the small space.

For a moment, I was dizzy, my eyes were glazed, my stomach was tumbling and I wanted to vomit, as if I had been on a roller coaster for a day, and someone had punched me in the temple a few times.

Even with the dual protection of the iron skin and the ghost armor, the impact of the explosion at close range made him drink a pot hard.

He got up and looked around.

The carriage looked like it had been graffiti by a spray artist with red dye, and the blonde man who had pounced on the grenade was nowhere to be seen.

His blood, shredded flesh, the remains of severed limbs, and visceral tissue hung all over the roof, sidewalls, and floor.

A foot in black boots hung behind the driver's seat, an arm broken from the elbow and white bones was resting on the seat that had been smashed into rotten wood, and a charred head was rolling on the right side of the coffin, steaming white smoke, faintly revealing a faint handful of blonde hair.

Dean saw the intact board and let Shadow take it back to his palm.

In this hell on earth, four people lay down on the ground.

Dona, the driver, was pressed to the wheel unconscious, and her back was covered with shrapnel.

Bradley and the black-haired man were scorched and motionless, blood oozing from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their breathing was weak.

As for the red-haired lady sitting on the ground.

Dean's gaze swept across her face, still fair and delicate even after an explosion.

She is like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss and wake up.

Dean's heart pounded, and the Shadow of the Past rolled up a submachine gun between the shattered limbs and aimed it at the woman's head and pulled the trigger.

Da-da-da-da!

The muzzle of the gun spits flames, and the bullets shred through the space.

The woman's eyes suddenly opened, her eyes angry and desperate, and the horror brewing in them seemed to turn into substance, and she forcibly suspended a row of bullets fired from front to back.

It's like a freeze-frame photo!

She waved her hand at Dean gently.

A tremendous force struck Dean in the chest, and like a full-fledged train, he took his whole body into the air, flew out of the coffin and the broken carriage, flew five meters away, and fell heavily on the barren sand, rolling in embarrassment for weeks.

His face was distorted in pain.

……

There was another heart-rending wail from the carriage.

On the clear sand, it seemed as if a storm of magnitude 8 had suddenly blown, and the wind tore down the remaining iron door behind the carriage and threw it far away at Dean.

The wind is blowing!

Dean rolled in a hurry, and the spinning blade door grazed over his head, slamming diagonally into the ground.

Almost cut off his head!

Ghost Armor! Simulacrum!

Dean continued to operate, the shadow of the past turned into armor to protect his body, and at the same time, the skin and bones under his black suit were strangely raised and squirmed, and the intense and rapid pain swept over him like a wave board, making him tremble.

Immediately, a silver pistol appeared in the center of his cuffed hands - M1900.

In front of him, a woman in a black combat uniform jumped out of the car with a light posture, clutching the head belonging to the blonde man in her arms.

Strings of crystal tears slid down the smooth and sweet pretty face.

The pair of red, royal blue eyes looked at Dean from afar, and the despair in them was chilling.

The woman twisted her neck.

There was a clicking sound in the air.

Dean's wrist snapped in reverse, and the gun slipped limply to the ground.

Another telepathic force captured his body, and the "shadow of the past" that protected him was incompatible with each other.

Under the action of the two energies, a piercing crackling sound erupted in the air.

Just in the blink of an eye, telekinesis prevailed.

Dean was like being wrapped around his body by the transparent super tape, the tape shrunk tighter and tighter, he was powerless to break free, his face turned red, and at the same time, he was wrapped in this force and involuntarily stood up straight, floating upward...

The woman slowly raised her palm, and the tips of Dean's toes that she was trying to straighten also left the ground, and the whole person was suspended to a height of two meters from the ground, straightening her body like a wooden stick, and her cuffed limbs tightened.

And because he was in the process of mimicking, the skin of his face wriggled like plasticine, and the shiny sweat frantically drilled out of the pores and glistened in the sun.

It's an extremely eerie scene.

Dean is like being burned at the stake, a heresy scorched by invisible flames!

"Why!" The woman held a charred head and took a step closer to him, twisting her right hand while hysterically asking, "Why did you do it?!" Why kill them! ”

"Who do you have to be angry?" The erected Dean seemed to have heard a big joke, and a sarcastic smile squeezed out of his rapidly deformed cheeks, "I have never offended you, but I was attacked and kidnapped by you, treated as goods, and sold to disgusting companies for human experimentation." ”

"You attacked me first, and you didn't allow me to fight back?"

Dean questioned sharply, groaning in pain from the power of his bone-pressing mind.

The red-haired woman cried with a broken voice,

"I never wanted to kill you, I'm going to convince them to let you in! Why do you do it all of a sudden? Why can't you wait any longer? ”

"What a merciful goddess, who insulted me and threw me a bone... Hiss... Do you need to kneel down now and thank you for your grace not to kill? Thank you for taking me for bringing me to this great team? Dean spoke harshly, trying his best to provoke her, but the shadow of the past behind him quietly manipulated the blood and soul on the ground to float on his back,

In an instant, Dean's Asian face suddenly turned into another completely unfamiliar black face,

The woman suddenly took two steps back, her cheeks became sickly red, and her eyes overflowed with murderous intent, "No matter who you become, you have to die!" ”

"Give them a burial!"

"Destroy!"

She roared wildly, twisting her palms again.

In an instant, surging mental power erupted from her petite body, the wind blew, her red hair fluttered, and the yellow sand under her feet filled the air, turning into earthy yellow ribbons, circling around her.

She is like a goddess who harnesses the power of nature.

The turbulent telekinesis completely crushed the shadow of the past that protected Dean.

Click-click-click......

With the tingling sound of bones and painful moans, his wrists and ankles were deflected back one hundred and eighty degrees, and his elbows and knees were rotated half a circle like twisted flowers, and the flesh of the skin was open to reveal white bone stubble.

The atmospheric pressure seemed to have increased tenfold in vain, and the pervasive pressure caused a bead of blood to ooze from the back of his cheeks and hands, and from the exposed skin.

"Destroy!"

The redhead screamed as she approached him, her face frantic like that of a psychopath.

This invisible force penetrated further through the skin and into the internal organs of Dean's blood vessels, squeezing his body inward, displacing the five internal organs, and oozing blood from the seven orifices.

Dean is like a rag doll that has been lifted in the air and tormented and demolished.

The pain was so intense that his entire face was completely distorted, and the sweat and blood soaked through the black suit and white shirt, dripping down the tips of his dangling toes onto the yellow ground.

"Die!"

The woman twisted her palm further, as if slowly turning the valve.

Dean's neck began to deflect backwards as well, and his cervical vertebrae began to creak!

But here's your chance!

He suddenly shuddered and stretched out his hands to the side, and the M1900 quietly floated there.

This moment.

The Shadow of the Past gave up all protection except for Dean's vital parts, and blessed his twisted hands with all his might, allowing his hands to firmly grip the hilt of the gun.

This moment.

The gun is integrated with the body and mind, as if holding destiny!

Dean's painful, distorted eyes shone with a burning life-like brilliance.

The spirit flowed into the blood and soul in the palm of the hand!

The body of the gun was hot and hot, and the muzzle of the gun was raised to aim at the red-haired woman.

Bullet Mode!

Bang bang!

Empty the magazine.

A large .44 Magnum instantly crossed a distance of ten meters and hit the barrier in front of the woman, and the vengeful madness on the woman's face froze,

The projectile radiated against the barrier, creating circles of ripples and ripples visible to the naked eye.

Crazy concussions!

After one breath, they are like sharp, uncast needles that pierce the balloon!

Kiss!

There was a loud bang.

A spherical light flashed in midair, and the telekinetic barrier dissipated.

The forward bullets swooped through the woman's abdomen, shattering half of her body, and the bloody man fell backwards to the ground.

Just in the blink of an eye, the victory and defeat are reversed.

The woman only felt a boundless weakness and a splitting headache.

With a dejected smile, he accepted his fate calmly, and with the last of his strength, he stretched out his trembling bloody hand to his lover's charred head, his eyes flashing with deep longing.

"Vance, Sister Dona, Miller... Wait for me... Coming soon... Not separated. ”

Nearly, her tired hands could not reach her lover's head.

Dean stumbled over and, in obedience to her last wishes, sent the head into her arms.

Then he put a soul-freezing coldness on her forehead,

"I'll bury you all together and burn them." Dean said.

Bang!

The woman had a gaping hole in her forehead and collapsed in a pool of blood with a relieved smile.

As soon as the board was hot, a hint flashed in Dean's eyes.

You kill Klety Monroe, proficiency +2, shoot lv3 (110/400) specialization Occult Hunter activation, you drain 1.5 spirit.

Spirit: 16.1→17.6.

With this increase in spirit, the difference between the will of 13.5 and its increased to an unprecedented 4 points, and the balance was broken.

Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, Dean heard a sound similar to a burst water tank.

……

"Vance... Vance..."

Dean's eyes swept across the images of blood spraying, and the red-haired woman shouted angrily,

"Destroy... Destroy! ”

"Give them a burial!"

"Haha."

The nocturnal species grinned, and the snakes flashed their sharp fangs,

"We can kill if we want!"

The voices of men and women are bewildering in their minds,

"North!"

"Go north!"

One after another, visions and terrifying screams drilled into his mind, echoing wildly, like a sharp knife mercilessly piercing Dean's brain!

His expression twisted and hammered his throbbing temples.

But to no avail.

He quickly froze in place, falling into a nightmare, his expression changing.

I don't know how long it took.

Covered in cold sweat and short of breath, Dean woke up from the complicated hallucinations, his lips activated, and his face was sluggish with a trace of residual distortion.

Patted the tingling temple.

Breathe deeply......

Calming the irritability lifts the mimetic state.

The key was retrieved from Clytie's body and the handcuffs and shackles were removed.

Then grab a few energy bars from the fantasy space, take them apart, stuff them in your mouth, and fill the bottomless pit of hunger.

His severed limbs began to twist in reverse, and the deformed injuries quickly faded with sweat and shak-off hair.

More than half a minute later.

The "black Dean", who was originally disabled, was restored to his original state, except for a little dizziness, and no injuries on his body.

He carried the redhead's body and the head back to the broken carriage.

Then find the survivors of the team.

Bang bang!

Two gunshots.

You have killed Dona and Miller, Mastery +20, Shooting Lv3 (130/400)

"Let me go." When Dean pointed the gun at the FBI's forehead, the other party suddenly woke up, a pleading look shot in his long narrow eyes, and said in a weak voice intermittently, "I'll tell you a company secret..."

"I'll ask myself. You've chosen the wrong target..."Dean squinted and shook his head condescendingly, "You shouldn't mess with me. ”

"It shouldn't."

Bang!

You killed Bradley Lincoln, Mastery +5, Shooting Lv3 (135/400)

……

A blood-red hint flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

Events - Contact, 100% completion.

You have abandoned the gentle negotiation tactics and chosen the most brutal and explosive way, killing all five sneak attackers.

You can withdraw your rewards at any time.

……

Now is not the time.

Dean took a tube of blood samples from each of the corpses and put them in the fantasy space, doused them with gasoline, and jumped out of the car.

Shoots a tracer bullet.

Bang!

The flames ignited the gasoline, and the red light rose into the sky to envelop the shattered steel, reflecting Dean's cheeks and obscuring the traces of the fierce battle.

Dean pulled out a new outfit and changed out of the ripped suit, and staggered back to the road.

"Half past three. Change your clothes, take a ride, and get to the prom. ”

(End of chapter)