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Preston slowly put down the smoking pistol in his hand and looked at Da Dao who was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes unmoved.

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he turned around suddenly.

The man in black wearing a black robe and holding a giant scythe stood quietly behind him. He could instinctively raise his hand and shoot!

boom!

The bullet passed through the black robe and brought up a faint black smoke, but the figure did not change at all.

There was no nonsense, the movements were connected as one, and the gun in his hand kept exploding as he strode forward. Seven or eight bullets penetrated his body in a short distance of less than two meters.

He jumped up and hit the opponent with his knees. The two of them passed each other and penetrated directly into the dark figure without any physical touch.

Preston landed firmly and did not attack again. He slowly stood up straight and turned around: "Who are you?"

The voice was emotionless and had no ups and downs. Even in sleep, the effect of the medicine was still taking effect.

A breeze suddenly blew past, and Preston felt a slight chill on his cheeks. The black figure dispersed with the wind, and cold and erratic sounds came from all directions.

"Destruction...rebirth...destruction...rebirth..."

Zhang Lin, who was standing by the bed, slowly retracted his fingers. Preston, who was lying on the bed, showed no reaction.

This kind of drug that suppresses emotions is more powerful than imagined. It can actually make people feel ruthless and indifferent even in dreams, and lose the emotions of fear and awe. I don't know if my dark chess will have any effect.

On the other side, Xiaoyu followed the black man to a huge gray building.

The whole building is straight and symmetrical. It is a hundred meters high, but there are no gorgeous decorations like those in modern buildings. There are just gray concrete layers. Narrow windows are densely distributed on the front of the building. Their neat arrangement is a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But when Xiaoyu stood in front of this building, she always felt a little depressed and out of breath. There were only simple words on the grand door in front: '08b Balance Point'.

The name is very strange, which is why Xiaoyu stopped.

The black man stayed here for a moment and exchanged a few words with the guard outside the door before leaving.

It mentioned words such as drugs, emotional criminals, and rebels. It seemed that the rebels were preparing to attack here at night, so they should be careful.

"Sure enough, wherever there is oppression, there is resistance!" Xiaoyu shouted excitedly as she watched the black man drive away.

But the shouting attracted the attention of the guarding soldiers, so they could only quickly shut up, activate the armor and leave the place.

Flying high in the sky, I saw the soldiers in black uniforms at my feet, and then my eyes fell on the building.

Xiaoyu curled her lips: "Goddess Maya, what do you think this balance point is for?"

"Pharmaceutical factory."

"???"

Xiaoyu was surprised: "Aren't pharmaceutical factories all flat factories? This is a high-rise building."

"A small amount of drug mixture particles were detected in the air, and the circulation in the air has been started. According to sample comparison, it is the yellow drug used by civilians."

"Huh?" Xiaoyu pouted: "Is this the medicine that makes everyone here look like rag dolls?"

"Most likely!"

There was a slight silence, and the corner of Xiaoyu's mouth slowly curved into an evil arc: "Miss T is out, let us be the saviors!"

"I think it's time to..."

Before Maya's prompt was finished, Xiaoyu had already driven the armor towards the lighted window of the building and crashed into it. The alarm sounded throughout the building!

From learning the situation to taking action, it only took Xiaoyu less than ten seconds!

......

Preston slowly woke up from his dream. The night was colder than expected, and he shivered unconsciously.

Turning sideways from the bed, a figure in black was revealed who had been standing at the head of the bed. The giant sickle was leaning against the head of the bed. Zhang Lin stood guard next to him all night.

The cold breath invaded Preston's spirit all night long, giving him constant nightmares. A normal person would wake up early or become depressed.

But there are no normal people here. Preston, whose brain nerves were suppressed by the drug, did have nightmares, but he didn't have any mood swings. He was just a little weak and weak.

Picking up the bedside remote control to adjust the room temperature, Preston lay down to rest again.

Zhang Lin looked at him quietly, becoming more and more curious about the medicines used in this world.

If the gas turns into mist and is absorbed by the Hulk, or a shot is given to Dr. Banner who has not yet had time to transform, it will become much easier to deal with the Avengers.

Wait, why am I thinking about how to deal with the Avengers?

He shook his head and turned his gaze back to Preston. Perhaps after a night passed, the effectiveness of the drug began to weaken, and his mind was very confused now.

The words of my partner before he died kept echoing in his mind: "I am alone with only my dreams, and I will spread the wings of my dreams at your feet..."

He didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he always felt upset and turned over and fell into sleep again.

This time, he dreamed of himself and his wife.

On a quiet and peaceful morning, my wife picked up the clothes on the cabinet and prepared to wash them. The look in her eyes seemed to have changed.

No longer so cold, no longer so mechanical, it seems to be controlled by another soul.

He sensed something was wrong. This was a sign of emotional crime. If he didn't stop it immediately, he would be taken to trial and burned!

Noticing Preston watching her, the clothes in her hands accidentally fell to the ground.

He leaned over to pick it up and couldn't help but give the other party a reassuring look, which made Preston feel some kind of panic for no reason.

No, it’s not the self in the dream who is panicking, but the self in the dream who is panicking, as if something bad is about to happen.

But in the dream, I was still so cold, and I was only wary of my wife instead of loving her.

Bang!

The door suddenly opened and a large number of armed soldiers rushed into the room!

Almost instinctively, he strode forward, grabbed the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, suppressed it, and rushed forward. The soldier twisted his arm and hit the back of his neck with his elbow, turned the muzzle of the gun in front, and thrust his four fingers into his throat to grab the gun with his bare hands.

The finger on the trigger is slightly touched, and the trigger may be pulled at any time.

Everything happened in less than half a second. The soldier with the gun pressed to his forehead showed no fear, and his eyes were cold and cold as a warning.

"This is a legal entry and we have orders to arrest your wife, she is accused of being an emotional criminal!"

Preston was stunned, and unknowingly he slowly lowered the gun in his hand. He turned around and looked at his wife. There was no change in his cold face, but there was only incomprehension in his eyes.

His wife looked panicked and looked at him with eyes full of love.

Suddenly he broke free from the soldiers' restraints and rushed over, hugging his cheek and kissing him passionately.

"do not forget me."

With the last words left, his wife was taken away by the soldiers while screaming, and he just watched them leave quietly.

Looking back, the several-year-old son and daughter stood at the end of the corridor, watching their mother being taken away. They had no pain or sadness, only the indifference that almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

For some reason, Preston felt like he was about to suffocate, with a boulder pressing on his chest and it was difficult to breathe.

But his emotional suppression made it difficult for him to understand what was going on, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

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