Chu He's communicator flickered a light screen.

A gentle voice said, "You don't have the right to operate, Mr. Chu. ”

"Then go to Fu Yunsheng to ask for permission. Chu He said lightly.

"The boss is busy fighting the giant monster numbered Star Beast No. 305, and he can't be distracted to reply, and the main body judges... Not suitable for disturbing the boss at this time. The voice said.

"Since you can judge for yourself, it means that you already have a sense of good and evil, right and wrong. It's just a song, don't ink!" Chu He suddenly pinched the light screen and said coldly to the communicator. Obviously, Chu River was not as calm as he really thought.

The light screen flickered a few more times, and finally replied, "Yes, sir." ”

"Executing!"

In Donglai City, Shangcheng District, Wang Zhizheng, who is over 50 years old, is hiding in a storage room.

The explosions, the noise, the shouts outside, he wanted to turn a deaf ear.

And his seven-year-old granddaughter was curled up in his arms, constantly trembling and sobbing, and he covered her mouth to prevent her from crying at all, so as not to attract those vicious aliens.

Even if it doesn't make sense.

With human technology, it is very accurate to determine whether there are living people hidden in a room.

How could those aliens who could cross the galaxy not have such means?

Suddenly, in the storeroom, an old-fashioned communicator, which I thought had long been discarded and useless, suddenly flickered with mottled snowflakes.

The singing sounded suddenly, without warning.

"I've read old books, legends and stories. ”

"Aldas and his booty. (In this case, a powerful monarch of ancient times)

"Hercules and his talent. ”

"The control of the City Ranger. ”

"The Dark Knight's Iron Fist. ”

"Obviously, I didn't make it. ”

The singing voice is good, but it can't be called an immortal classic, and the singing can only be regarded as qualified, and there is no need for iron-lung level singing skills.

Through the communicator that was still flashing with snowflakes, the sound was even worse.

But at this point in time, at this time, Wang Zhi listened attentively.

"She asks you where you want to go. ”

"How much risk are you willing to take?"

"I don't crave it. ”

"Extraterrestrial prince-like talent. ”

"That kind of superhero. ”

"Those fairy tales are a godsend. ”

Wang Zhi was slightly moved, and he carefully took out a card from his arms.

On the card, a half-centenarian with a large axe is condensed according to the story of a woodcutter who robbed the rich and helped the poor in classical literature.

It was a gift from his daughter.

But Wang Zhi has not used it.

Although he is only in his fifties, in this society, when the average life expectancy reaches about 130 years old, he is still in the prime of life. But his mentality is old, he tends to be stubborn and conservative, and he is unwilling to change anything.

But looking at the little granddaughter in his arms, he suddenly understood some of the meaning of the lyrics and made a decision.

The man, whose legs had been cut off, struggled through the rubble towards a broken corpse.

With trembling fingers, he stroked his blood-stained face, let out a painful scream, and kept hammering his heart with his last strength, unable to breathe.

He is the editor-in-chief of a newspaper who speaks out against evolutionary people, mutants, and even all other supernatural powers.

Because he once witnessed the scene of a child being crushed alive by an evolutionary person who had just activated his genes and changed.

Since then, he has hacked those transcendents for half their lives.

Even the greatest superheroes are speculated with malice.

In the corner of his wife's corpse, there is also a light blue card.

It was their wedding anniversary, and his wife was ready to give him a gift.

And he not only flatly refused, but also sneered at his wife, and the two broke out into conflicts, and even decided to wait until next week to divorce.

And then... And so the war broke out.

The aliens blow up the rooftop restaurant and then come in with a burst of killing.

His wife died, and all the memories of the past flashed through his mind.

During college, the two fell in love for the first time.

After graduation, we support each other in the hardships and sweetness of hard work.

"It's just that I can kiss the person I love, that's all I want... ”

The song was played out on the restaurant's antique speakers.

The man kissed his wife's broken lips with only half of her face carelessly, and then picked up the card in his wife's arms with trembling fingers, and then stuck it on his forehead.

The same scene is happening in many corners of the world.

Under Fu Yunsheng's promotion, in fact, the price of a card is really not high.

Many people can afford it.

Of course, the top-notch, high-quality cards are still precious.

It's just that on weekdays, some people who deny supernatural powers, or refuse to change, even if they have the opportunity, will only choose to miss it.

And now, Chu He forced them to choose again.

Use a song to ignite the fire of war in their hearts.

Rumble!

The alien heavy artillery blasted open the door of Wang Zhi's storage room.

But he was greeted by a kitchen knife tied to the leg of the table, an improvised combination of axes.

Such a joke-like weapon easily broke through the layer of alloy armor on the alien's body.

Crush the fragile body inside.

In the blood-colored Western restaurant, the man with the broken leg supported his body with his palms, and then the whole person flew up in the air, slapped the head of an alien with one palm, and pressed the other person's head directly into the collapsed chest.

Whoa!

Fu Yunsheng's huge battle armor energy was almost exhausted.

Laser-cut slices onto his armor, disintegrating the last of his defenses.

He has exhausted all means.

All the armors chose to blow themselves up before they ran out of energy, taking away the last wave of enemies.

And now, he's running out of ammunition.

No matter how powerful the armor is, without the support of energy, it will fall into a state of death, just a pile of scrap metal.

Sitting in the control room transformed into his office, Fu Yunsheng opened a book.

Sandwiched in the book is a purple-gold card.

It's one of the best cards that has ever come out today.

In the card, there is a black man holding two classic powder guns, one black and one purple.

The card depicts one of the legendary heroes of the last century, Lucius.

There are almost countless legends, stories, classics, movies, TV series about him.

The creation of this card not only uses the special psionic furnace of the Chu River, but also consumes a lot of energy.

That's an amount that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

It is enough to support the energy consumption of a first-tier city for three days.

Fu Yunsheng, originally just out of a research mentality, made this card.

But now, he put it on his eyebrows, and then according to the method Chu He said, he used his own qi to guide the qi on this card.

As a result, the originally stagnant cultivation soared rapidly.

The early stage of Qi training··· Medium-term··· Late stage··· Tsuki...

It wasn't until the peak of foundation building that he stopped under Fu Yunsheng's active restraint.

If he wanted to, with this energy, he could become a Jindan monk.

But that's too much of an urge.

Fu Yunsheng recalled the miraculous, unscientific gunmanship in his mind, took out two high-energy guns from the drawer, kicked and smashed the alloy door, and then jumped out of the chest of the machine armor.

The man volleyed into the air, spun rapidly, and dropped a bullet light curtain, drowning all the aliens around him.