Crimson Comes

In the communicator, Captain Ouyang's voice sounded: "I will rush to Bailou Hospital."

"Others, immediately do your best to prevent the demonic force field from corroding the neighborhood, and prevent demonic projections from attacking civilians..."

Simultaneously with his voice, there was the whine of a motorcycle.

"Now let's verify: Is Kobayashi a man or a woman?"

"woman!"

"woman!"

"...Don't make any more crappy verifications, this banshee doesn't have the ability to distort electromagnetic waves."

"Oh, I know."

"..."

Wei Wei, who almost answered "man" just now, shut up urgently, and almost gave the wrong answer.

Sure enough, I still didn't integrate well enough with the group, to actually make such a common sense mistake.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he took a deep breath and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The surrounding streets became faintly distorted.

The ability of the breath of death can make him immune to this powerful radiation belonging to the knowledge demon and keep him awake.

But the more violent the movement, the stronger the ability to display, the weaker the breath of death.

So as he frantically started the car, the excitement in his heart rose, and the babbling and twisting monsters of the knowledge demon reappeared.

Monsters appeared in front of Wei Wei's eyes. The street lamps on both sides of the road bent down and hit the front of his car heavily. The garbage bags in the middle of the road became bodyless heads flying in the air one after another. He opened his mouth and rushed over.

Wei Wei just wanted to find the soul-devouring banshee's body, so he ignored it and just stepped on the gas pedal.

It's just a mental projection.

The characteristics of the knowledge demon system are not good for direct confrontation, but they can always create fancy scenes.

It is also very important to prevent the coverage of the demonic force field and save the residents of this block, but whether it is his own ability or the training he has received, he is not very good at doing this. He has received training on how to solve problems.

And the best lesson Wei Wei learned is: in the face of chaos and the unknown, only violence can create miracles!

……

……

"Woooooooo..."

The fully powered jeep rushed forward with a bang.

With glaring eyes, he bent down fiercely towards the street lamp that fell from the jeep, and was knocked crooked by the jeep.Car monsters like beasts were deeply dented one by one by the solid front of the jeep.And the bright red tongue floating out from the surrounding buildings was broken by the huge kinetic energy when it entangled the jeep, and it was torn into pieces.

In the whole street, everything turned into a monster, twisting its image and rushing towards Wei Wei.

Wei Wei was rampaging in a solid jeep, but there was an expression on his face that was crazier and more excited than the monsters.

Even a little regretful...

...if it's all true, that's fine.

Chapter 43 The Extraordinary Squad

When Captain Ouyang issued the order, everyone was in action in the chaotic fifth block.

On the surrounding walls, on the ground, and even in the reflection of the glass, there are images of little girls carrying small jack-o-lanterns and two braids on their heads.

They stared straight at Uncle Gun, and stretched out their delicate hands towards Uncle Gun from all directions.

At first glance, it looked like delicate white mushrooms grew in all directions, criss-crossing and grabbing at his bald head.

Uncle Gun's fat-looking figure moved and rolled between square inches.

Almost no one can jump freely between these fine shadows, but he did it unimaginably.

Believe in the law of the golden ratio.

If there was but one escape route left in the tangle of tangles, that was the first route they saw.

The power of the Soul Eater Banshee fell in the form of projection, like a heavy rain.

The coverage is wide, but it is still very difficult to threaten the transcendent of the law department.

During the jump, Uncle Gun heard the captain's order in the communicator.

"Do your best to prevent the demonic force field from corroding the neighborhood, and prevent demonic projections from attacking civilians..."

"..."

Just as he was about to leave gracefully, he suddenly stopped. With a steady figure, he flipped back alone, and stood on the street light bar by the side of the road. When he turned around, he saw countless twisted and crowded figures of little girls. Superimposed and stretched towards his body.

Uncle Gun took a deep breath, his pupils suddenly turned into strange shapes.

It seems to reflect a triangular pattern, inside the triangle, there is a complete circle.

The next moment, a strange aura appeared in Uncle Gun's body.

It was as if he was clearly standing loosely on the street light bar, but his posture had undergone countless fine-tuning.

Standard to the extreme, looks comfortable to the extreme.

It gives people a feeling: if this kind of stance also needs a standard, then it should be like him.

This is like the trainees trained in the strictest studio, even if it is just a smile, it has been strictly managed.

If you just want to protect yourself, then leave.

Anyway, the power of the Soul Eater Banshee is difficult to deal with, but it is almost impossible to harm the law department.

But since the captain said that he wanted to stop the demon projection from destroying the city, he wanted to hurt her instead.

"Little granddaughter..."

Uncle Gun reached a perfect standing posture, squatted down on the street lamp, and slowly aimed forward with the shotgun in his hand.

By staring at one of the girls, he was staring at all the other girls.

Then he frowned, his eyes filled with disgust: "Why are your braids on both sides not the same length?"

At this moment, he was not joking, but really hated it.

It seems that the girl didn't comb the braids on both sides to be as long as possible, and she hated the fact that the braids on both sides were aligned left and right.

It's as uncomfortable as seeing the left and right shoes of different colors.

The next moment, he shot violently.

A bullet from the shotgun rushed out, with a bang, the light of the fire, the sound, and the flying bullets formed an attack.

This attack does not refer to a bullet, but some kind of conceptual force.

The power does not fly towards a certain place like a bullet, but spreads out within a certain range, dispersing the power, like countless arrows, towards every "error" that he thinks is uncomfortable and does not conform to the law in Uncle Gun's vision. "Rush away.

And with the determination to erase it.

"Wow..."

The shadow cast by the scattered demon power was shattered into a mess by this shot, and it was difficult to form.

One bullet cleared it.

Even the radiated demonic energy field was swept away.

Like falling dominoes.

The demonic projection, which even Wei Wei couldn't effectively kill, was vulnerable to Uncle Gun.

"My teammates, I am Uncle Gun."

"Now I will walk around the seventh block and destroy all the projections of the Soul Eater in my field of vision!"

"Please cooperate with your teammates at your convenience."

Uncle Gun retracted his shotgun and spoke into the communicator, even his voice seemed to become unconventional and rigorous.

Turning around, he ran to the building next to him and disappeared.

……

……

"Ask for directions?"

Unexpectedly, on the street late at night, I met a little girl asking for directions.

Not sure what others would do.

But the warm-hearted Ye Feifei not only agreed, but also wanted to send her there directly.

But she still couldn't answer, because before the little girl stopped speaking, she suddenly saw another little girl with a jack-o-lantern coming to her side, with the same tone and the same tone. expression, asked her this sentence.

"Sister, can I ask you the way?"

"..."

She thumped in her heart, and then saw the third, fourth, fifth...

In the distance, figures of little girls carrying pumpkin lanterns appeared one after another, and surrounded her, forming a circle.

The projection of demon power will only randomly appear in a certain area.

Unless specially arranged, every projection will subconsciously search for a spiritual body.

Unless some people have a powerful demonic energy field, they will be taken care of by the demonic force field immediately.

It's like being in a torrent, the wider the object is, the stronger the impact will be...

Ye Feifei's energy field is not strong, but there seems to be an invisible vortex around her.

He insisted on attracting these projections that should have been scattered to his side.

Facing the dozen or so identical little girls around, Ye Feifei couldn't answer her words no matter what.

She blinked her eyes, and suddenly threw the popsicle, and rushed back screaming: "Damn..."

The shadows of girls surrounded him, and the dark alley behind him was the only way to escape.

But as soon as Ye Feifei turned around, he stumbled and fell on the curb.

Behind her were many slender arms stretched out towards her head, and after this grabbing, they were actually in vain.

But then, the little girls bent down again and grabbed the back of her head.

"Woooo..."

At this moment, Miss Lucky's blue sports car rushed forward with a roar, shooting out a dazzling light.

She was still in the car, so she took advantage of the trend to drift, turned the car around, looked down through the window, and saw Ye Feifei as if being kicked in a circle surrounded by a group of little girls carrying jack-o-lanterns. Shaking his head with emotion:

"At the level of the captain, only three projections were attracted for the first time, but you attracted more than a dozen..."

"As expected of a born unlucky..."

"..."

Ye Feifei has been surrounded in the middle, I am afraid that Uncle Gun will not be able to rescue him when he comes.

But Sister Lucky just narrowed her eyes slightly. Before the car stopped still, her palms had already protruded from the lowered car window, holding a short and dainty one that could only hold one bullet. A small pistol that looks like an ornament.

A white mist appeared in her pupils, and she chanted in a low voice: "Lucky bullet."

"Bah!"

When she fired the bullet, she didn't see right, or even where the bullet was going.

The car hadn't even stopped when the shot was fired, and the bullets hadn't drifted anywhere.

Taking a step back, even if it hits, the bullet will not be able to cause damage to the demon projection, but it may kill Ye Feifei with a single shot.

But Miss Lucky still didn't look at it, and fired the bullet without hesitation.

Then this bullet, which had been freed from the moment it came out of the gun, flew out with a kind of freedom and willfulness.With the propulsion of gunpowder, he flew to the marble base of a building tens of meters away from Ye Feifei, even in the opposite position.It bounced off the tough marble base again, changed its direction by 180 degrees, and landed on the transformer next to it.

The next moment, the transformer exploded violently.

Three or four wires flickering with sparks flew down like fireworks and intertwined together.