Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 327 Reinforcement
After listening to Qilan's "nightmare", Ange finally understood why the child had murderous intentions towards him.

"Have you ever thought that if, as you said, the soul of the Black King resides in my body, can you really kill me?" Ange whispered, "According to what you said, he will do everything he can to kill me." Guard me until I accumulate enough strength to usher in a new life from my body."

Qilan said in a deep voice: "I know, but now is the most likely time. The 'Star of Caesar' can suppress the Word Spirit, and perhaps his soul."

Anger was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "According to what you said, after you came, my self-healing ability should cease to exist, or be suppressed, but what happened?"

Qilan was stunned, and nodded with a wry smile.

"Son, I'm not afraid of death, but at least I can't die now." Anger let out a breath slowly, "Also, can you really be sure that such an existence will be bound to my life? He can find One host can find the second one, and the third one, I might just be a temporary hotel for him."

Qilan was silent.

Ange raised his hands and covered his face wearily, and said, "Let's go back and discuss this matter. Since the meteorite has already arrived in our hands, we have plenty of time to verify it. Could you please contact the headquarters now, no matter what you say Whether it’s true or not, I want to do a full-body examination now.”

Qilan showed hesitation, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, principal, the situation may not be what you think. Our current situation is actually very dangerous."

"What do you mean?"

Angers put down his hand and looked at Qilan.

Qilan smiled wryly and said: "The enemy gave us the 'Caesar Star' not out of good intentions, but just wanted us to divert some people's attention and use us as bait. To tell you the truth, I seem to be caught by a mysterious The forces are following."

Angers was stunned, and after reacting, he shook his head and said: "To be precise, you have already been connected with two mysterious forces. One gave you the 'Caesar Star' and revealed some secret information to you. You are baiting the other side to target your power, am I correct in summing it up like this?"

"No problem." Qilan nodded and said, "We are currently on the run."

"What day is it today?"

"Day three."

"Did you not try to contact the Executive Department?"

"The night I found you, various forces visited our various branches in Egypt."

"Oh?" Ange smiled instead of anger, "How many forces are there, and who are they?"

"Half-race forces from all over the world are almost involved." Qi Lan said with a wry smile, "Everyone is very interested in your goals and news about whether something happened to you."

"It seems that some old guys are still reluctant to part with me." Anger shrugged, "Isn't your speech spirit [prophet]? Didn't you see a route for us to escape back to the headquarters?"

Qilan waved the "Caesar Star" in his hand, looking helpless.

While Ange was speechless, he also sighed and said, "You should hide it, in a corner, and the first prerequisite is for us to go back alive."

Qilan thought for a while and said, "Before I came to you, I saw a corner of the future through the [Prophet]. This abandoned building is where we welcome the support from the headquarters. Today is the third day. I think the support from the headquarters should It's also here."

"Support from the headquarters?" Ange fell silent suddenly. He pointed to his lips to signal Qilan to keep silent, closed his eyes and listened to the wind flowing in the air.

Suddenly, he forced himself up and rushed towards Qilan, fell to the ground together with Qilan, rolled several times on the ground, sparks splashed in the corner of the wall where he was just lying on.

"Damn it, looks like there's a sniper."

Ange didn't care about the cracked scab, and endured the severe pain and dragged Qilan into a blind spot.

"I don't know if you hid too well, or someone in the school didn't want me to go back alive. Until now, the enemy has come, but the reinforcements haven't arrived yet." The old guy whispered, "Do you have any weapons?"

Qilan handed him back a jackknife with an ugly expression, and then took out two pistols from his waist.

Angers took the pocket knife and asked cautiously: "What is the coverage of this 'Caesar Star'?"

"With a radius of 500 meters, it is placed in the center of the alchemy field. It is said that the range can be expanded by ten times."

Anger's face twitched slightly, and he decided not to delve into why the 'Star of Caesar', which can suppress the spirit of speech, can be blessed by alchemy.

The range of 500 meters made him give up the idea of ​​temporarily throwing away this meteorite that hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred.

He silently put away the pocket knife, then grabbed a pistol, checked the clip, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's your firearms class rating?"

"A-..."

Ange snatched the second pistol, nodded and said, "Very good, I'm S."

He lay down slowly, listening to the vibrations from the ground.

"Damn, at least dozens of people." He opened his eyes with an ugly face, "Which direction did you see the support appear?"

Qilan silently raised his finger to the right.

Through a large irregular hole on the right side, they could see a tall and straight figure standing on the roof of a residential building opposite, with its back facing the moon tonight, and a slanted, long and unruly figure.

Anger seemed to see hope, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised: "That person is the support you saw?"

Qilan frowned and looked at it for a long time, then hesitated: "It seems to be?"

Ange suddenly changed color, and they couldn't see each other's face clearly under the deep night, but from the movement and outline of the other party, he could vaguely recognize that the other party raised a bazooka from the ground!

"You'd better hope it's our reinforcements, or we'll just jump off the building."

His body tensed, and he grabbed Qilan's shoulders, ready to lead him to jump off the building. Fortunately, they were only on the fourth floor, and now it depends on which floor the other party is aiming at.

Qilan couldn't help becoming nervous. He saw the clip of them being rescued here, but he didn't confirm the identity of the reinforcements.

Just as they were concentrating on staring at the opposite rooftop, the other party fired. The first stream of fire shot out, but fell to the ground as soon as it came out of the muzzle.

With a clang.

The flames of the explosion exploded on the opposite rooftop.

"..."×2
"..."×n
A group of mixed races who were approaching the target from all directions looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked up in the direction of the explosion in a daze, their expressions suddenly vigilant, thinking it was an ambush.

Angers and Qilan, who witnessed the whole process, fell into silence.

Angers said seriously: "We should pray now that they are not our reinforcements, what do you think?"

Qilan was speechless.

Suddenly, dense gunshots came from all around, and the roaring powerful firepower instantly swept across the rooftop of the next building. All the mixed races who noticed this scene immediately swept the rooftop of the residential building with firepower.

Before the dust from the bazooka explosion dissipated, a dense rain of bullets covered the roof of the building next door. No one could survive under the firepower.

And Basar, who witnessed all this with a telescope in the distance, was stunned, his eyes blurred, and he fell into a state of sluggishness.

The members of the executive department standing beside him were silent collectively, silently stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance between them and the minister.

"I'm xxxxxxxxx..." Basar suddenly jumped and cursed. He knew that the equipment department was unreliable, but in the past, the unreliability was reflected in the excessive firepower, and there had never been such a mistake!
"Come on, gather and prepare to attack!" Basar shouted with red eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Uh... Boss! Boss!" Suddenly, a younger brother exclaimed in surprise, "Commissioner Lu is still alive!"

Shocked, Basar raised his binoculars again, looked in the direction the younger brother was pointing, and locked his eyes on a figure in embarrassment.

He was dumbfounded again, and murmured in disbelief: "Is this immortal? What kind of monster is this?"

……

"Bah, bah, bah!" Lu Mingfei spat out the dust in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly threw the bazooka with the label "Bitter" on the ground.

"Shame!"

If he hadn't launched the [Dustless Land] in the first place, the skin would have been peeled off at this distance, but for some reason, with his control over the elements, the [Dustless Land] just now was almost gone. It is completely protected from the impact and light and heat of the bazooka explosion, and the dust in the mouth is one of the proofs.

Lu Mingfei frowned, felt the elements in the air, and found that the nearby elements had lost their vitality and fell into a state of almost deep sleep.

He looked at the building in front of him thoughtfully. Is it the rumored meteorite fragment?
It seems that the news is correct, whether it is Qilan or not, at least the meteorite fragments have not escaped.

The dense bullet screen was beating in his footsteps, catapulting around, Lu Mingfei's face was slightly dark, this operation made him suddenly exposed from the dark to the bright.

unlucky!

With a dark face, he turned back down the roof, hung all kinds of guns prepared by Basar on his body in the corridor, and then deliberately filled two Frigga bullets into an M9 pistol.

There are only two to live tonight, as for who will live, it depends on everyone... luck!

With his weapon on his back, Lu Mingfei broke into an abandoned residential room, accelerated his approach in the living room, slammed into the glass of the balcony, jumped up, and crashed into the abandoned building.

As soon as he stood up, he heard dense footsteps from the right.

Lu Mingfei put his gun on his waist, whistled, and pulled away a grenade neatly. After precise calculation, the grenade hit the wall and bounced to the corridor next door.

"F@#k!"

With a frightened and angry international friendly greeting, the shock wave of the explosion spread on the first floor, the ground shook, and the entire abandoned building began to shake slightly.

Lu Mingfei pondered for a while, and decided not to use the grenade in the future, fearing that the whole building would collapse after a few more hits.

He conveniently took out his favorite Winchester M1897 pump-action shotgun from behind, bent over and leaned out, aimed the gun at the only survivor in the aisle, this was a strong man with a shield, he blocked it with the shield The range line of the grenade exploded, but the whole body became stiff due to the huge impact.

In the next moment, 45 8.4mm steel balls shredded everything in front of them.

Lu Mingfei shot him to reunite with his comrades around him.

He pulled the slider, tilted his head slightly, dodged the bullet aimed at him behind him, and shot backhand, tearing the person and the bulletproof suit together.

[Scythe Weasel] was turned on, although the power had dropped a lot compared to before, the Weasel Squad was like workers who were passive and sabotaged, intermittently transmitting the surrounding sounds back to his ears, but still let him control the audience.

After hearing the curses and gunshots below, the mixed races upstairs realized that someone below had broken into their encirclement. Was it the target of this trip, or Kassel's reinforcements?

After listening attentively to confirm the floor, they nodded to each other and gathered around in a tacit understanding.

No matter who came tonight, they were not prepared to let the other party leave alive, and this idea hit it off with Lu Mingfei. It can only be said that it is fate that everyone can meet here.

Lu Mingfei, who was walking upstairs along the corridor, was inexplicably guilty. He raised his hand and shot, and accurately shot the mixed-race, who was about to take a quick glance, headshot.

With the sound of the corpse falling back to the ground weakly, Lu Mingfei always felt that he was very much like the cheating player of CF back then.

There is no need for other words, just the heartbeat brought by [Scythe Itachi] allows him to confirm the location of the enemy.

It's not a fight, it's been a harvest from the start.

There was the sound of something rolling down.

Lu Mingfei was taken aback, good guy, the brothers above learned how to be smart, and they threw two grenades and rolled down the corridor without showing their heads!

Following two explosions in succession, amidst the sway of the entire abandoned building, someone turned over with a gun at the corridor entrance.

Before he could stand still, there was a hole in his forehead. This man kept holding the gun in both hands, fell straight on the stairs, and rolled down.

Lu Mingfei blew on the muzzle of the gun, put away the pistol, and said that in his last life, he was not good at anything, but his single-handed marksmanship was unrivaled in the world. Everyone knows that S-level is good at firearms courses.

Da da da--

Accompanied by the piercing hissing of submachine guns, multiple gunmen covered the corridor entrance with a dense network of crossfire,
The continuous gunshots and the sound of falling to the ground made the mixed-races upstairs feel uneasy. The end of the gunshots meant that the battle was over, but the successive gunshots at the next moment meant that it was not the opponent who ended it. , but people on their side.

They didn't dare to be careless and tried to suppress it with firepower.

For a while there were noisy voices from the second floor, and the voices of discussion were mixed with the hail of bullets. What Lu Mingfei heard the most were the confusion and roars at the inability to use the language.

It seems that the inability to use the language spirit has brought a lot of trouble to the group of mixed-race elites.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall, slowly reloaded the bullet, and counted how many people were still in the building according to the sound of his heartbeat.

There are 27 scattered on the second floor, and they are converging towards the entrance to the corridor on the first floor. There are still [-] heartbeats on the third floor, nine of which are moving down, and the remaining eight continue to go up. On the fourth floor...

two?

Qilan and the principal that Basar that bastard spoke of?

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth. When he thought of Basar and his bazooka, his teeth itch with anger. Now he seriously suspects that Basar is an undercover agent arranged by the enemy!
He poured all this bad luck into the muzzle of the gun, turned over the moment the gunshot just fell, and fired three bursts in an instant, respectively solving the fire intersection points in three directions, and then jumped into the second floor room like a ghost .

"He's entered the second floor!"

"Don't scatter! Gather in small groups!"

"Damn it, how many enemies are there?!"

……

The languages ​​of various countries are mixed together, mixed with inexplicable fear and anger.

Losing control of the words spirit made them feel like they didn't know how to deal with it. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Lu Mingfei was busy praising Kassel's educational policy of popularizing Chinese!
Listening to the conversations of these people, he has heard at least six languages, which he can understand.

When he thought of being on the battlefield, a large group of people you speak English, he speaks French, and I speak Chinese, Lu Mingfei felt worried, so he raised his hand and pulled the trigger through a wooden door.

Another body fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)