The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 7 No One Survives
This is no longer a situation that a few high school students can solve.

Carter believed that the Ministry of Security should be called for help, so he asked for protection.

Because Carter's car had been wrecked, the three returned to the Layton home in the federal agent's car.

The medical staff had already removed Layton's body, and Lu Yan made a cup of coffee and was lying leisurely on the seat in the open space.

He saw that there were only three people left behind the agent and took a sip of coffee.

Did another die?

Geez, Carter is still alive and Billy is dead.

In other words, Carter was actually rescued?
So if Death does not kill the target, it will be the next turn?
Lu Yan stood up from the seat and went up to meet him.

"What's the matter, it's Billy's turn to die?"

"Yes, it was Carter who should have died. Death shot and made his car break down. I rescued him, and then Death skipped Carter and shot Billy." Alex told the truth, hoping to hear Lu Yan's view.

"No, no, wait a minute, then Mr. Lu, if there is a god of death, well, let's assume that there is such a god of death. According to the order of killing you said, you should be the first to die?" Detective Yin Suspected that the culprit of all this was Lu Yan.

That's right, it was Lu Yan who explained the behavior pattern of the God of Death at the beginning. They had reason to suspect that the God of Death was just a killing game made up by Lu Yan.

"I was attacked by the god of death on the first day. Fortunately, I was better at it and avoided it." Lu Yan also knew that such a thing as the god of death would be difficult to understand without personal experience.

Lu Yan didn't lie either, his skills were really good.As an immortal, in his long life, he has practiced a lot of martial arts skills.

Regardless of injuries and practice, his fighting skills are almost at the top of humans.

"Good skills? This reason is hard to convince." Detective Yin did not let go of his suspicions about Lu Yan.

Alex stood up to persuade: "Okay, what we should do now is to protect Claire, the next target of Death is her!

From Lu Yan's experience, it can be known that once the plan of the god of death is avoided, the god of death will not attack the same target again. "

……

Silent all night.

After staying up for most of the night without waiting for Death to take action, everyone who was sleepy fell into a deep sleep.

After dawn.

Lu Yan happily made a cup of coffee and drank it, counting the time, it was already the fourth day that he came to this world.

Alex takes tape and wraps all the potentially dangerous things in the house.

Pushpins, knives, circuit wires, power sockets and more.

After a busy morning, I finally got it done.

The two federal agents smoked and watched Alex go about his business.

"Sometimes, I really can't help but believe what they say."

Detective Shu glanced at it: "We are FBI agents, not wizards. I suspect that this guy named Lu Yan is responsible for all this."

"Wait, maybe you can really see the god of death make a move."

The sky darkened.

In an instant, there was thunder and lightning, and the wind was blowing.

Lu Yan was standing on the balcony drinking coffee, "If there is no chance to make a small accident, will the angry god of death directly activate the power of nature?"

A bolt of lightning struck the ground, and Lu Yan's eyes were dazzled by the strong light.

"Mr. Lu, please go back to the room, the balcony is not safe."

Detective Yin closed the doors and windows, leaving a space for people to enter and exit, and signaled Lu Yan to come in.

Lu Yan nodded and walked in with coffee.

Together with the two FBI agents, a total of six people gathered around the window, watching the scene of lightning and thunder in the open space outside.

"It's really bad weather." Detective Shu sighed.

"No, it's the god of death."

Alex said confidently.

Zizizi!
A high-voltage cable snapped suddenly, sending sparks everywhere.

The wire seemed to be alive, rolling around frantically, like a leather whip with a burning end.

"Tsk, with such a big movement, are you still creating such a small scene?" Lu Yan commented casually.

A gust of wind blew through, blowing the wires high.

The high-voltage wire smashed the window with precision and fell into the room, with the voltage suddenly rising.

The TV, refrigerator and other electrical appliances in the room showed bursts of flashing current light.

Then, a continuous explosion sounded in the room.

The sputtered sparks ignited the curtains, sheets and other items, leaving no room for rescue, and a raging fire ignited in the blink of an eye.

"Not good! Get out now!"

Smoke billowed from the room.

"Cough, cough, leave the garage!" Detective Yin's professionalism as a federal agent is certain, and he has already understood the various exits in this building.

The group walked in a hurry.

When they came to the open space, Detective Yin took a look. There were still six people, and no one had an accident.

Getting ready to breathe a sigh of relief.

The electric pole next to it fell silently.

Claire stood there without noticing.

Lu Yan had been focusing on Claire ever since Death started, and he wanted to see how Death would design this time.

Seeing the electric pile fall, Alex exclaimed: "Be careful!"

Then rushed towards Claire.

"Get out of the way!" The federal agent also yelled.

But it was too late, the distance was just a little short.

Claire found that her legs were numb, possibly affected by the current, and she couldn't move.

Seeing that Claire is about to die.

An arm appeared above her head and firmly caught the electric pole.

It was Lu Yan.

"Don't worry, I said I'm better."

Waiting for Claire to leave, Lu Yan withdrew the arm that resisted the electric pile.

The two detectives were dumbfounded.

The standard electric pile weighs 1070 kilograms. Even if there is a wire pulling to slow down the impact when it falls, it should not be possible for one arm to follow it.

Is this in good hands?
Is there any misunderstanding of skill?

Lu Yan clapped his hands like he was okay, "It should be Alex's turn next."

……

Day [-].

Thanks to Lu Yan's inhuman physical quality, the crisis that Alex suffered was also a near-miss.

The people who survived were overwhelmed with emotion.

In order to celebrate everyone's resurrection, Carter invited guests and called two detectives to have a dinner together.

After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere became lively.

At the dining table, Carter pinched Lu Yan's arm, "It's weird, you don't have as much muscle as me, why are you so strong? Is this the kung fu that is spread in distant countries?"

Lu Yan smiled implicitly: "It's no big deal, everyone in our place knows kung fu."

"Ah, this legend is true!"

While chatting and laughing, there was a violent noise in the kitchen of the restaurant.

Then it exploded violently, and the air wave swept through.

……

Lu Yan stood at the door of the restaurant, which had been in ruins.

Depressed anger flashed in his eyes.

"grim Reaper!"

(End of this chapter)