Crimson Comes

"Brother, help me..."

"..."

"..."

"Captain, it's time for takeoff in 5 minutes."

At the same time, Captain Ouyang, Sister Lucky, Brother Xiaolin, Brother Zhuzai and others had already boarded the helicopter at the Chengxi Mine Airport in Scrap Iron City, each of them had a box of tissues in front of them, He took out one and blew his nose vigorously. Even Uncle Gun, who was sitting in front of the helicopter and was in charge of flying the helicopter, was raising his hand and throwing two antipyretics into his mouth.

"Sensen hasn't come yet."

Brother Xiao Lin looked up at Captain Ouyang with a questioning look on his face.

"She has already inherited the identity of the city guard of the Sect of Order, so she will not go with us..."

Captain Ouyang said in a low voice: "Also there is Feifei, she doesn't know about it yet, her father said that she would take her and a few members of the family to visit an elder in the next city, and this is the only way. Let her go without knowing."

Sister Lucky raised her head: "So, we are waiting for Xiao Wei now?"

"An hour ago, I called Xiao Wei."

Captain Ouyang said in a low voice: "He said that he will obey my orders this time."

"Besides, I now believe that he did not return to the Iron City with an order. Therefore, this matter has nothing to do with him. For him, it is a task. Moreover, Xiao Wei is very Smart, you can see that he shouldn't know that even if he stays, he won't be able to help him, he will only spend his life here..."

"..."

Just after asking, Captain Ouyang suddenly said so many things.

The surrounding team members suddenly fell silent.

The helicopter parked quietly on the tarmac of the mine airport, and everyone waited quietly in the helicopter.

In the distance, there are mine workers dragging their tired bodies to process.

The tall oil extraction machine kept going up and down under the action of the pulley, making a dull and heavy sound.

Like the heart of the city.

After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Gun, who had never checked the time, suddenly turned around and cast a questioning look at Captain Ouyang.

Captain Ouyang slowly closed his eyes, he knew: the time has come.

Then, he struggled for what seemed like three seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the helicopter's hatch tightly.

"take off!"

"..."

"..."

Wei Wei's eyes flickered, and he blinked vigorously, realizing that it was just his own hallucination.

There are no little girls in white skirts, they are just ordinary people with sluggish expressions who don't know what they are facing.

Even the one in front of him was not a little girl in a white skirt, but a little girl in middle school.

but……

Their white skirts are really dazzling...

Wei Wei got into the jeep while thinking.He hung the head pendant next to the rearview mirror, then frowned, started the engine, pulled the body back to the road, and then drove towards the mine in the west of the city.

The human head pendant tightly closed its eyes, but there was almost an unconcealed look of surprise on its face.

It's just that it was afraid of being troublesome because of this, so it pursed the corners of its mouth and didn't say a word.

But at this moment, it suddenly felt that the car was accelerating continuously, faster and faster.

"Not only do you want to leave, but are you in such a hurry?"

It opened its eyes in surprise, and turned its head out of the windshield with the help of the shaking in the carriage.

Then it saw a wall suddenly appear in front of it.

"Bah!"

The front of the car suddenly hit the solid concrete wall, and there was an earthquake in the compartment, and the head pendant was thrown out.

"What?"

In the process of flying out, it kept shouting: "What are you doing?"

"It's broken, it crashed..."

Wei Wei wiped the blood on his forehead, walked out of the car with a smile, carefully observed the damage on the front of the car, nodded in satisfaction, and fired another shot at the tire, sighing: "This Couldn't make it to the airport in time..."

"It's not that I didn't listen to the captain, it was just an accident."

"If the captain doesn't believe it, I can ask him to come over and see the damage to my car..."

"..."

"Are you crazy?"

The head pendant shouted weakly: "Even if you don't want to go, you don't want to do this kind of deceitful thing, do you?"

But Wei Weishen picked it up, looked at Wei Wei's face, it suddenly shut up again.

It suddenly realized that he was talking nonsense, is this guy crazy, and he needs to ask himself now?

"Let's go!"

Since he couldn't escape, of course he had to use this limited time to do something.

Wei Wei smiled and walked towards the crowd in the distance.

In this city, there are too many girls in white skirts waiting for me...

Someone must choose to stand with the lambs, right?

Chapter 100 The Seventh Order

The sun became paler and paler, as if it had evaporated everything into dryness.

The actions of the people around are becoming more and more sluggish.

Countless vehicles were temporarily parked on the side of the road, and the people in the cars were powerlessly leaning on the steering wheel, frowning in pain.

Someone became more irritable and honked the horn vigorously, the sound of which was still full of air pounding the fragile heart.

The shadows of pedestrians on the side of the road seem to be distorted and elongated, moving slowly like in an abstract oil painting.

Wei Wei walked slowly on the street with a silver pistol in his hand.

He used this gun to continuously absorb the power of the demons around him to relieve everyone's pain.

But the speed at which this gun draws demon power is really too slow.

The streets are so long that you can't see the end, and there are thousands of such streets in this city.

Wei Wei could only walk at such a slow speed, and felt a huge sense of powerlessness, even Scarlet's power was so powerless.

There are really very few things you can do.

But I can only do this.

Every time he saw a little white dress again, he woke up from the sluggish state, and watched them raise their heads in a daze, or run into the distance, he would feel a burst of joy in his heart.But when he looked up, there were countless white skirts in pain in front of him, so he knew he couldn't stop, he could only walk forward step by step with a silver pistol in his hand.

"You you you..."

The head pendant on his waist was already shaking non-stop, and he asked loudly, "What's the point of doing this?"

"There is danger sneaking into this weakened city."

"You can't really save anyone, you can only put yourself in it..."

"..."

"I know……"

Wei Wei replied in a low voice, but still walked slowly.

"Then you still not leaving?"

"..."

"I just don't get it..."

Under the sheep face mask, Wei Wei seemed to show a smiling face: "Why must it be meaningful?"

"I just wanted to do this..."

"..."

It’s not that they don’t know that the number of people they can save is really limited.

It's not unknown that even those people whose symptoms have been relieved by the silver pistol absorbing the power of the demon will be affected by the power of the plague demon again and fall into pain again. In the eyes of others, this may indeed be unintentional thing.

It's just that if you do meaningful things every day, when will you do what you want to do?

The head pendant was speechless, and could only look sad and indignant:

"madman……"

"..."

Gradually, someone discovered this strange man in a black raincoat and a sheep-face mask.

In their drowsy perception, they even felt that this person was not real.

Some people had seen the reports in the media a long time ago and connected him with the terrifying Goat Demon in that report.

However, they, who are suffering from illness, also instinctively discovered that it seems that when they get closer to this person, they will feel that their pain is lessening. Therefore, starting from the first person who discovered this problem, follow There are more and more people in Wei Wei.

They followed behind him step by step, keeping a certain distance.

Wei Wei turned his head and saw a group of little girls in white skirts. They backed away at the same time, seeming a little frightened.

"sorry……"

Wei Wei apologized to them, then turned his head away, and walked forward more firmly.

Sometimes, don't back down.

It was because there was really no room for retreat.

……

……

The pale sun seemed to rise higher and higher.

There was a tormenting smell in the air.

Endless and detailed babbles surged crazily, piercing every pore on the body like thin needles.The air became distorted, like countless hanging ribbons, the whole street was covered with a blurred atmosphere, and the sweat in the body seemed to be squeezed out of a sponge.

The feet are like walking on cotton, and every step is full of uncertainty.

More and more people followed Wei Wei.

They are like confused lambs, trapped in fear, not knowing where to go.

Until, in this oppressive and distorted city, they suddenly heard shouts and gunfire from ahead.

The sound happened very briefly, but it was very abrupt, faintly breaking the dullness that was pressing in my mind.

Wei Wei suddenly stopped and looked up.

In his field of vision, on the street full of white skirts, a few strange people suddenly appeared.

The blurred colors and the distorted colors falling in the city suddenly receded towards both sides like a tide, and the cold breath came overwhelmingly. The shreds of paper and plastic bags all over the street were blown into the sky, and the earth produced a faint roar.

A man wearing a black priest's robe and round-rimmed glasses was walking forward slowly.

Among the countless white skirts in front of him, he looked unusually different.

Calm, firm, elegant, and has a kind of strength that is incompatible with the entire city.

He walked into the street calmly, as if admiring his own work.

Behind her, at a position of three meters, a dozen or so people in corseted nun clothes stood in two rows and followed closely behind.

Behind them, several solid and tall armed vehicles with obvious traces of modification followed closely.

On and off the car, the mercenaries with submachine guns in their arms looked fierce, with half-smoked cigarettes dangling from their mouths.