Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

"Jean your hand?"

Le Xiao woke up from the shock. A large piece of the ceiling in front of her had collapsed, and rubble was falling. Jean's hand that had just grabbed the cable had begun to turn black, and the entire palm had begun to rot and shed its skin. Braving the thick water was very scary.

"Go to the hospital quickly."

The moment Le Xiao just stood up, an astonishing roar erupted from the falling rocks. With a whoosh, the barbed steel cable just shot over as fast as lightning. Gene once again used his left hand that had problems. He held the tightrope and grinned slightly.

There was a gasp, and the mask on the white-faced man's face fell to the ground, revealing a frightened square face.

The steel cable could no longer be retracted, as if it was clamped by iron pliers. At this time, the white-faced man had only one thought in his head, escape. He knew very well that Jean was testing him just now, but he naively thought he could beat him. Jean.

"Well, should we just surrender or"

Sizzling

A flash of electric light visible to the naked eye flashed from the steel cable, followed by a crackling sound. Gene's shirt was instantly blackened. Lexiao was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, but she turned around and smiled. Gene stopped.

"Just watch quietly."

The moment Jean turned around, his eyes became extremely cold. He made a knife-like shape with his right hand and cut towards the steel cable. With a swish sound, the steel cable was instantly cut into two pieces by a light blue light. The white-faced man saw the situation. Miao turned around again and planned to enter the special train for clerks.

Gene smiled coldly and threw away half of the steel rope. The moment he leaned forward, he was already standing in front of the white-faced man, his eyes widening.

There was a loud crunching sound, and the white-faced man rolled to the ground, and then immediately stood up. The air in front of him seemed to have been violently compressed by something. A trace of translucency could be seen, and there was some distortion, but it soon returned to normal. .

Didi didi

The alarm sounded, and the intensity of the lights around him instantly became brighter. The white-faced man knew that people from Section 5 would arrive in ten minutes at most. If he was caught, there was only one result waiting for him, death.

Gene saw the other party's intention, and he walked over slowly. The white-faced man was still thinking about countermeasures, but he soon started laughing.

"Hurry up or I'll lose my patience."

Gene's eyes became colder and colder. At this time, his left hand began to miraculously recover. All this was extremely incredible in the eyes of Le Xiao and the white-faced man.

Whoosh

The half of the steel cable exposed on the outside of the white-faced man's right hand was retracted, and a purple halo appeared again around his feet. He slowly floated up, and instantly flew towards the special train for clerks on the right.

crunch

A violent friction sound was heard. The moment the white-faced man approached the train, the train began to twist and compress, and instantly turned into a ball of scrap metal. The white-faced man, with a smile on his face, suddenly changed direction in the air, heading towards the direction reserved for ordinary people. The train flew past rapidly, his right hand extended backwards, and streams of purple light particles scattered near the dark hole opened on the wrist of his right hand.

Without thinking much, Jean jumped directly to the back of the train for ordinary citizens. A flash of purple appeared in front of his eyes. The moment Jean landed, he measured his body to the right.

Buzz

A burst of harsh sonic vibrations passed by Jean's eyes, and a flash of purple flashed across his eyes. Part of Jean's face was burned. He held down the opponent's knee strike with one hand, and a mark appeared on the right hand of the white-faced man in front of him. A lightsaber, emitting purple light, about 50 centimeters long.

"Goodbye Gene."

There was a buzzing sound. Jean dodged the lightsaber in front of him and moved his body backward. With the rumble, the train started.

The moment Jean landed, he already knew that there was another guy here, the gentleman head.

"Get to the ground."

Jean turned around and shouted. When he turned around, he had already stood up and turned into a light blue light and rushed out.

I was almost finished. Why did Jean come over?

The white-faced man had torn open the roof of the car with a lightsaber and fell down. He was talking to the gentleman's head not far away with his mind, because the biological chip was implanted in his head, but this chip is not yet mature. Remote communication requires some electrical signals to connect, and these electrical signals are currently very fragile and easy to intercept, especially when the other party has realized that they can communicate through electrical signals in the brain from a long distance, so on the ground with a large network coverage area , they generally do not use this means of communication.

Soon the white-faced man laughed, and a series of thoughts passed into his head. The other station platform should have been blocked by people. The gentleman will meet at a small crossing used to transport materials in three minutes. Own.

After finishing the mental call, the white-faced man returned to the roof of the high-speed car again. However, at this moment, there was a loud noise from the rear of the car. He turned around in surprise. Gene stumbled towards him on the roof of the car. He rushed over by himself.

"How is it possible? This is more than 1,000 kilometers per hour."

In a daze, the white-faced man had raised his right hand, and purple particles spurted out again, building up bit by bit into the shape of a lightsaber. At such a speed, he was already a little unsteady. If it weren't for the special additions to his steps, The electromagnetic device allowed him to be attached to the roof of the car. Now he had been pulled away by inertia. He could only barely squat in a half-squat position with his feet spread wide.

"You can't escape."

Jean moved briskly on the top of the high-speed train, as if he was not affected by inertia at all, and was about to arrive in front of the white-faced man.

There was about a minute left to arrive. The white-faced man was in a heavy mood, but the moment Jean came to him, he still stood up and waved the purple lightsaber in his hand.

But at this moment, he saw Jean smiling and slowly stretching out his right hand to grab. The white-faced man's thinking stopped instantly, and his mind went blank. He didn't know that Jean's suicidal approach was intended to What to do.

Buzz

Jean grabbed the purple lightsaber with his bare hands, and the white-faced man's eyes widened in shock.

"It's impossible, this is..."

"A high-concentration aggregation weapon of light particles is a type of light-killing weapon, but..."

Gene smiled coldly, took out a cigarette and lit it, then took a long puff and exhaled the smoke.

"I am the one rejected by the light."

With a clicking sound, the white-faced man's eyes widened, and he watched helplessly as his purple lightsaber cracked, then shattered bit by bit, turning into scattered purple light particles and disappearing.

Bang bang

The warm yellow light strips all around exploded one after another, and Gene was shocked. He seemed to see something in his eyes. With a snap, Gene had already squatted down, and the head of the white-faced man in front of him was completely gone, and there was blood. spray.