Apocalyptic Forecast

Following the guidance of Lawrence, a luxurious convoy drove out of the tunnel and meandered towards Kyoto, at a rapid speed.

　　 "How fast, are you in a hurry to go to the bathroom?"

　　 Huaishi looked down at how they were going away, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand: "The target has appeared, everyone is ready, let's go too."

　　 As he said, he threw the drone into the air with his hand, turned and looked at the mountain behind him and said: "Command, please."

"Yes!"

　　 Bend down respectfully at the foot of the mountain, and put on the helmet with both hands: "I wish you good luck!"

　　 "I just hope that the fortune will be more prosperous."

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand, took the helmet, and clasped it on his face.

The 　　 special crimson helmet is like a flame burning, showing curved horns from under the hard mask, and with the fierce golden spray painting around it, it is like an evil spirit **** in the human body.

　　 Amidst the roar of the engine, Huaishi twisted the accelerator, and the motorcycle roared out of the camera.

　　 soon disappeared from the drone's field of vision.

　　 The floating drone has changed colors and quietly disappeared in the air. Only the fine hum spreads in the sky, shrouded in the sky on the winding mountain road.

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　　In the elongated car in the middle of the convoy, Mifune Ryoma smoked annoyingly and scratched his neckline.

He did not look solemnly in front of the believers. As soon as he got into the car, he took off his shoes. After tearing off the obstructive robe, the floral shirt and gold chain underneath were revealed, twisted and twisted on the chair. It looks like an old monkey.

　　 "The Pope is too careful, is it necessary?"

　　 "The wind is very tight recently, and there is going to be a big move on it. Besides, some time ago, didn't the group of mixed breeds let the wind say they would not let it go?"

　　 The cold guard who inspected the gun raised his head and replied: "In order to avoid any movement of the dog bastards, be careful-in fact, if you are safe, you should wear a body armor."

　　 "Wearing a bulletproof vest to meet the elders above, are we a religious legal person or a survival freak? It's so outrageous."

　　 Mifune Ryoma sighed and looked at the guard in the car: "You are going to have something wrong, even if I wear a body armor, what's the use... do you want some?"

　　 With a dexterous cigarette paper in his hand, he handed it over.

　　 The guard was stunned: "No, and...Aren't you going to attend the Fa conference today?"

　　 "Because I want to preach, I have to make myself high first."

　　 Mifune Ryoma sighed, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath of the forbidden fragrance, his back twitched, his face flushed, his eyes became psychedelic, and his pupils spread.

　　 There was another illusory and misty voice in the ear again, like a fairy music, thousands of people were singing sacred carols in unison. His soul, his so-called soul, is detached from the shackles of the body, levitating upwards, ascending along the gentle attraction, above the shackles of the world, and once again enters the psychedelic and gorgeous light dimension.

　　 "What a wonderful, compassionate love..."

　　He wandered in the gentle gazes of the gods, chanting the sacred scriptures over and over again, and he experienced the feeling of purification and sublimation of the spirit body under the light of heaven.

　　 Smoke rises curlingly.

　　 His body gradually limp, losing his strength, breathing quickly, leaning on the leather seat.

　　The diffusing hollow pupils stared at the void in front of him, smiling involuntarily happily.

　　 The sound of Xianle became clearer and clearer.

　　 is near, near... finally...

　　 Boom!

　　 A loud noise suddenly erupted, awakening him from the blurred dream, and raised his eyes in amazement, the Xianle lingering in his ears disappeared without a trace, and was torn apart by the rough noise.

　　 There was only a low roar left, like steel roaring longitudinally.

　　 That is the loud noise of the engine.

　　 Burning engine oil and spitting out thick smoke, the heavy locomotive flew out suddenly from the winding mountain highway, surpassing the road limit, and galloping on the complex mountain.

　　 gallop down.

　　 The pitch-black locomotive broke through the bushes, like a drop of ink rolling off a sloping paper, leaving behind the violent smoke of engine oil burning wherever it passed, which lasted for a long time.

　　 Only the high-pitched and piercing engine sound was approaching quickly.

　　 With the knight on the iron horse, descend from the sky!

　　 "No. 9 and No. 9, stop it!" The security guard in the car picked up the walkie-talkie and said vigilantly: "Everyone turns on the insurance. If you dare to approach, you can attack..."

　　 Before the voice fell, there were gunshots.

　　 From the rear of the car, the window suddenly opened, and the guard holding a weapon stuck his head out of it, and pulled the trigger toward the knight galloping behind.

　　 And Huai Shi, twist the throttle.

　　In an instant, the speed soared.

　　 The heavy and huge locomotive was incredibly dexterous in an instant, dodging from left to right, flexibly evading the spray range of the shotgun, and instantly, close at hand.

　　 looked down,

　　 The red helmet is shining with the light of the instrument panel, like the twisted face of an evil spirit, which seems to be a mocking grin.

　　 From above the galloping locomotive, the evil spirit raised his elbow and slammed it at the surprised face, followed by a crisp sound of watermelon breaking.

　　 The entire interior of the car was stained with a gloomy color under the scarlet splash.

　　 And the shotgun that was thrown away tumbled in the air outside the car window, then fell into the raised palm, and clenched it tightly.

　　 The locomotive galloped, speeding up!

　　 Boom!

　　 Right on the mountain beam ahead, there was a loud roar, and the suddenly collapsed rock rolled and fell. After squashing the leading car in the front, traffic was blocked by the way.

Immediately afterwards, among the bushes on both sides, the long-awaited members of the paper-carrying team had walked out of it under the leadership of Ueno, holding the long guns and short cannons that Yingzhou did not want civilians to play, and pulled the trigger at the convoy. .

　　 The firefight has begun!

　　 The pathfinder car ahead was smashed by a boulder, and the speed of the entire convoy suddenly slowed down, but the speed of the motorcycle rider did not slow down, and it sprinted forward.

　　 dodged dexterously from the weapons behind the windows of the car, especially in the spare time adjusting his direction and speed, adjusting the accelerator, tilting the body, and flexibly shuttle between the convoys.

The shotgun that 　　 snatched from his hand was held upside down, like a baseball bat, past every head that dared to appear.

　　 In the concierge car in the middle, Mifune Ryoma, who was immersed in the doping trance, braced his body with difficulty, his neck twitched, and looked around blankly.

　　 Xianle and Shenyu were squeezing away in his ears, and there were constant noises and loud noises squeezing in, making him scream irritably, and he hadn't realized what had happened.

　　 I only heard the roar of the engine approaching, turning around, as if it were everywhere.

　　 There was a blazing fire in the hallucination, just outside the car, the whole world seemed to be a ghastly hell. The burning knight rode a giant steel horse, screaming and galloping.

　　 trampled on flesh and bones, wandering on the dead wilderness.

　　 But that hallucination quickly dissipated under the stimulus of fear, and he finally woke up and heard the low roar that hovered outside the car window.

　　 From the adjustment of the throttle, twist twice, loosen once, twist twice, and loosen again.

　　 The deep roar of the engine has also become like some strange beat.

　　 咚 咚, 咚 咚, 咚 咚!

"what is that……"

　　 He stubbornly raised his neck, before he could wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he looked around and saw the mad figure from the fire outside the window.

　　 咚 咚, 咚 咚, 咚 咚!

　　 The deep roar was like a hammer hitting his skull, to carve the crazy rhythm into his brain.

　　The burning knight excitedly raised the shotgun, held it upside down, and sang happily to the red-stained butt.

　　 "Man, you are a kid who can only shout loudly, frolicking in the streets, hoping to become a big man one day—"

　　 Boom!

　　 Amid the loud noise, the locomotive suddenly drifted away, and the heavy rear slammed deeply into a newly opened car door, smashing it to pieces with the people behind it.

　　 And the knight held up his head, raised his microphone-like weapon, and sighed with regret: "You are so disheartened and embarrassed that you kick the tin can everywhere!"

　　 At that moment, he raised his head, and after his red-colored mask, a pair of cold eyes looked over. Through the car window, pointed at his face:

　　"——Singing!"

　　 Sing, sing loudly!

　　 So, in the loud noise, the ethereal Xianle wailed in his ears, and was overwhelmed by the auditory hallucinations that seemed to be howling thousands of people. In the illusion of forbidden drugs, there are only countless evil spirits crawling out of hell, lying in his ears, roaring hoarsely:

　　 "——wewill, wewill, rockyou!!!"

　　 There was a deafening guitar sound from the stereo on the locomotive. The terrifying and rebellious melody spread in the brain, and the pupils of Mitsune Ryoma contracted, breathless.

　　The car window shattered in an instant.

　　 The guards in the car flew out. In the mid-air, the body quickly swelled, and after shattering the suit, it spread out four ferocious wings, and the quickly deformed face turned into a bitter and gloomy face resembling a woman.

　　 The billowing darkness spread, four wings with sharp edges whirling in the wind, accompanied by his pounce, forming a huge knife wheel, sweeping towards the attacker.

　　Flying Demon!

　　 On the top of the mountain in the distance, smoking Lawrence raised his hand and was about to take a shot, but before he could help, he saw Huai Shi's body suddenly leapt from the locomotive, a short distance away, avoiding the cutting of the knife wheel.

　　 Ke was just under a burning car body, suddenly there was a rickety and hideous figure flying up, his body leaping flexibly in the air, and leaping towards Huai Shi in the air.

　　鵺!

　　In the midair, Huai Shi raised his head to the earth, and the hideous face of the sublimator was reflected on the mask. Then, the other side also saw it, under the mask, the mocking smile raised from the corner of his mouth.

　　 In his hand, the body of the shotgun suddenly lifted up and aimed at that hideous face.

　　 The trigger was pulled, Tie Yu flew, the fire flashed, and both sides flew out at the same time.

　　 Huai Shi fell to the ground and rolled dexterously. When he got up again, he saw the locomotive torn apart by the knife wheel and the broken sound, and he was suddenly helpless.

　　 Before, he jumped with an axe of anger, smashed his wings, and smashed the spear of compassion to take the head of the opposite side, and used the sword of virtue without landing.

　　 As a result, my martial arts is so representative that I can't use it at all.

　　 Looking at the painful and screaming Kui from a distance, he got up from the ground.

　　 He sighed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shook his head: "Have you heard of sumo?"

　　 raised his hand, assumed the posture of Shiqi, and contemptuously hooked his fingers towards the flying demon in front of him, and as the body swelled, the hot blood rushed.

　　 The drummer and Yu step are combined, and the limit state is exceeded and started.

　　 Wrestling, about to begin!

　　 The neglected Kui roared and dashed over from the side, and saw Huaishi randomly raising the shotgun and pulling the trigger again.

　　 In the iron rain splashing, Ye flew out again, letting out an angry and stern roar.

　　 I don’t know, brother smelly!

　　 Huaishi sneered, how can sumo be such an inconvenience!

　　This is——

　　——Shotball push hand!