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"you're back……"

Ning Qian, who was watching TV, turned her head, stretched her neck and leaned on the back of the sofa, looking in the direction of the door.

There was no familiar figure in sight, the door was open, and gusts of cold wind blew into the room.

No one is empty.

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At night, the temperature in the field is very low. Due to the lack of shelter around, the cold wind blows directly on the face, making people feel cool.

Of course, the coldest thing is not the wind, but the white snowman quietly placed on the grass, and a black stage light next to the snowman.

But it's only October in Jianghe City, and the temperature is far from below zero. In the past few days, there hasn't been a single snowfall. So where did this snowman come from?

Of course, if someone is unfortunate enough to see this scene, the first thing they notice will definitely not be the snowman, but the black stage light next to it.

Even though there is no socket or wire connection, the lights of the stage lights are still on. What is even more surprising is that the light emitted from it is not the usual white or red, green and blue colored lights, but a black beam of light that goes straight into the sky!

Looking far away, looking down from the air, you can see that there is not only one black beam of light, but a total of six snowmen and stage lights of the same shape are scattered on the ground, forming a circular area with a diameter of ten kilometers. The black beam of light Shooting at a 45° angle, they are intertwined in the sky, and the place covered by it seems to be covered with a thick layer of black curtain, making it impossible to see the situation inside clearly from the outside.

Ten meters away from the snowman and the stage lights, Zhang San stood beside the two lead boxes. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. The hour hand just pointed to nine o'clock. If there is no accident, the target will be teleported within 10 minutes.

Li Si kept rubbing his hands, with a cold breath in his mouth, and kept making various small movements as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

It could be seen that he was very nervous. In the past, Zhang San would have laughed at him mercilessly for a while, but in this situation, he was not in the mood to make any jokes at all.

"Hey—if you can live this time, what do you want to do—"

Zhang San put his hands around his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted at Li Sida.

In this battle, these D-level personnel are only responsible for maintaining the normal work of the meditation snowman-replica and the shady-replica on the edge of the battlefield, preventing outsiders from seeing it, and unless necessary, they cannot step into the battlefield.

Since they were not the main combatants, at least they could have some time to chat before the fight began.

Although Zhang San shouted with all his strength, when it reached the ears of Li Si who was close at hand because of the effect of the contained object meditating on the snowman-duplicate, it was like whispering, and he couldn't hear it clearly unless he listened carefully.

"What did you say--"

Li Si also shouted.

Zhang San shouted again: "I said—this mission is over—what do you want to do—"

Li Si finally heard it clearly this time, thought for a while, and shouted: "This mission is over, I will go back to my hometown to get married—"

Looking at the simple and honest smile on his companion's face, Zhang San also temporarily let go of the pressure in his heart, took out a photo from his arms, handed it to Li Si, and shouted: "This is a photo of my daughter, isn't it cute—"

"Well, it doesn't look like you at all—" Li Si joked.

Talking about their respective families, both of them felt a little more relaxed.

"You say—can we win—"

"What are you afraid of - there is only one person on the opposite side - we have four A-levels here - we will definitely win!"

While Zhang San answered the other party, he was also cheering himself up.

Although the battle with the apostles was never won by the side with more people, but Li Si was willing to believe it at this time.

"When this mission is over - I will concentrate on being with my wife - I will never take part in such a mission again!"

"Me too—after today, I will have completed the third year of D-level, and tomorrow I can apply to be transferred to the logistics department—"

Although shouting was strenuous, Zhang San and Li Si still chatted happily, and they relaxed a lot unconsciously.

Tomorrow is full of hope.

While they were chatting, about five kilometers away from the snowman, the door in the center of the depression finally responded.

The degree of space distortion instantly increased, and the grass path that was originally clinging to the door was instantly crushed into powder by a powerful force, and disappeared into the air without leaving even a speck of dust.

On the rusted doorknob, flakes of rust were peeling off, as if a great force was trying to turn it.

In the next instant, the doorknob turned a quarter of a turn suddenly, and an invisible ripple appeared in the air.

"Squeak" sound,

door, open.

A tall figure appeared behind the half-closed door, it was a creature representing terror and power,

Apostle, Liu Fusheng!

"It's now!"

On the hilly high ground, Xiao Zheng, Yi Zhiyu, Cang Lan, Liang Wan, the four A-level personnel were already ready to go.

Beside them, the logistics team leader Xue Ding pressed the button in his hand!

The dazzling light is lit up almost at the same time,

In the depression, it seemed as if a round of scorching sun had risen.

"boom--"

Chapter 233 Hunting the Apostle: Snake Scale!

A total of nearly one ton of explosives was scattered around the rusted painted door-replica (modified), and it was detonated instantly. In the dark night, a huge hot fireball rose slowly, and the scene was as gorgeous as fireworks.

But it was followed by a muffled sound. The terrifying force brought by the explosion shook the ground, the turf was lifted, and a large amount of soil was blown into the sky. With the explosion point as the center, the sound waves wrapped in huge power rippled in the depression. The center spread out in an instant, violently sweeping everything nearby at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

Schrödinger hid behind the bunker before pressing the button, but the aftermath of the explosion was still like a heavy hammer, hitting hard from the top of his head, making his heart stop for a second.

My head was dizzy for a while, my ears were buzzing, and the eardrums on both sides were hurting. It seemed that I couldn't use my hearing for the time being.

Xue Ding shook his head and looked at the four figures standing on the hill.

The flames of the explosion ignited the night sky, and the orange-red light reflected the slightly thin figures of several people. The fierce wind was still blowing, and the black robes they were wearing were blown up, making hunting noises.Under such circumstances, ordinary people might be stunned even if they were lying on the ground, not to mention standing. However, the four of them were not affected in any way, as if they were pillars propped up from the sky and the earth, their figures were still tall and straight.

Looking at this scene, Xue Ding inexplicably felt a sense of admiration. He looked at the silhouettes of several people, but...

Through the swinging gap of the robe, he vaguely saw that Cang Lan's slender arm was covered with a layer of black snake scale tissue, reflecting a dull light.