I have a big ball of light

The tentacle groups that successfully broke through the door opened their ugly mouthparts and roared to the sky, as if to say:

"Who else can stop me?"

Claude felt the arms tightening around his waist and turned the accelerator hard. The lc4 engine in the off-road motorcycle under his crotch made a beautiful sound of 62 horsepower.

Before the rear tires were rubbing crazily on the ground and emitting smoke, the huge thrust directly pushed the entire car body forward quickly.

Relying on the superior off-road performance of off-road motorcycles, the two drove their motorcycles through the debris toward the overpass of the shopping mall.

The tentacle swarm followed the motorcycle in hot pursuit.Various facilities and products in the shopping mall were knocked away randomly like toys in a child's hand.

"Hurry up, they're almost catching up."

The girl looked back at the bloody mouth getting closer and closer behind her, and couldn't help but scream loudly at Claude. This woman who had always acted very calmly became anxious for the first time.

Claude looked at the fork in the road ahead, and before he had time to think about it, he slammed his right foot on the ground and squeezed the brakes.

He only felt a soft body pressed against his back. In this tense moment, Claude still took the time to feel it.

Well, it's very soft and elastic.

Claude lowered the gear, held the clutch handle with his left hand, and used the weight of the motorcycle and the two of them to naturally tilt to the right. With his right foot as the axis, the handlebar turned to the right, and the rear wheel began to rotate with his right foot as the axis. A sharp turn of almost 90 degrees.

Release the brake and clutch, slam the accelerator, and the motorcycle suddenly changes direction and is ejected.

Before traveling through time, Claude was a motorcycle enthusiast, and the whole process went smoothly.Otherwise, there is a high probability that the "girlfriend" behind him will be ejected.

The groups of tentacles behind were not so cool. Some were unable to stop the car due to inertia, and bumped into the tentacles in front that were trying to stop, and rolled into a ball.

With the advantage gained by changing routes several times with sharp turns, Claude slipped into a circle with his tentacles, circling around the huge shopping mall.

After a while of chasing each other, the two successfully reached the top floor of the shopping mall.

The shopping mall starts from the second floor, and each floor has an X-shaped sky bridge that crosses in mid-air.

Viewed from above, it looks like a zipper. Who knows what the designer was thinking.

The diagonal is the longest among rectangles, and Claude wanted to use this extra distance to accelerate and get as far away from the cruise ship as possible.

The huge power of the grenade just now has proved the quality of the products produced by Stark Industries. Looking back on the size of the high-energy bomb, there is a high probability that the salesman was not bragging.

He must be as far away as possible. He didn't want to go on a bbq trip with Autolia, the big octopus.

The tentacle group reached the limit of its length while circling layer by layer. It bared its teeth and claws and was impotent and furious at the two Claudes who were stopped five or six meters away.

Claude spit a mouthful of thick phlegm at the tentacles that were out of reach and biting the air in the air, and raised his left hand to show his middle finger.

As if angered by Claude's arrogant behavior, the load-bearing columns of the entire shopping mall made "squeaking" sounds one after another. The huge load-bearing columns supporting the entire shopping mall slowly sunk toward the center, and the floor under the motorcycle began to shake. stand up.

"omg"

Claude couldn't care less, took out the remote-controlled timer detonator in his arms, and pressed the timer button.

What billionaire brat Stark created is reliable. He placed it on a high-energy bomb in the massage room, and a delicate display screen popped up, and a 30-second countdown began to beat.

He threw the remote control aside, held the motorcycle's faucet tightly, and shouted behind him:

"Beautiful lady, could you please help me break the glass?"

Without waiting for Serena to answer, Claude turned off the accelerator and rushed towards the sea along the overpass.

The engine roared, the motorcycle continued to accelerate, and soon came to the intersection of the overpass in mid-air.

The tentacles below tightened their bodies like pythons and began to exert force. Cracks began to appear on the thick pillars that penetrated the multi-layer decks.

The floors of the shopping mall began to shake violently, presenting a doomsday collapse scene.

Serena grabbed the automatic rifle hanging on Claude's shoulder and pulled the trigger. 5.56mm bullets poured wildly onto the glass wall along the ship's edge.

Fortunately, the thick sightseeing glass was not made in China, and the entire glass wall exploded into countless tiny fragments.

The hot eggshells ejected from the rifle's ejection port hit Claude's face one by one, as if the girl was screaming before punishing him.

The high-energy bomb produced by Stark Industries accurately entered the countdown.

Four seconds: Some of the circular pillars in the market broke directly into two pieces, and some were pulled by the strong trunks of the tentacles and flew towards the center of the mall. The shops on the decks collapsed downward like layer cakes.

Three seconds: The group of tentacles regained their freedom, shook off the debris on their bodies, and successfully gathered in the center of the square.

Two seconds: Claude and the two drove their motorcycles, smashing the remaining glass and flying into the air.

One second: The tentacles stretch their huge mouthparts toward the sky, scrambling to catch up with two annoying flies flying up in the sky.

Zero seconds: The high-energy bomb produced by Stark Industries, oh no, it should be the high-energy bomb produced by the system mall, showed its due quality. The explosion produced huge power and spread quickly from the massage room to the entire cruise ship.

The fuel in the tank didn't even act as the icing on the cake. Ottolia's hideous face was reduced to ashes in the sky-high flames, leaving only an unwilling roar floating on the sea.

"Ah~~~~" x2

The motorcycle took the two people flying in the air. The two people were more than 30 meters away from the sea. Looking at the abyss-like dark sea below their feet, the two people could not help but scream loudly in mid-air.

The shock wave generated by the explosion of the cruise ship caught up with the motorcycle that had taken a few steps ahead, pushing the two of them forward. The motorcycle that was originally falling in a perfect parabola flew forward tenaciously for a certain distance, and the entire falling process became something else. So perfect.

Under the influence of gravity, the motorcycle fell into the sea with a "plop" sound, splashing two meters of water.

The afterburns from the cruise ship explosion raged on the sea. The entire sea area was like ignited hot oil, and suddenly it turned into a sea of ​​​​fire. The entire ocean seemed to be burning.

With this power, Stark Industries, Marvel's number one arms dealer, is indeed not a vegetarian.

Claude felt that the whole world fell into silence, and there was only the sound of gurgling sea water in his ears. He shook his head and opened his eyes in the water, looking around.

He threw away the automatic rifle hanging on his body, took off his combat vest and other heavy items, swung his legs and swam towards the sinking girl like Sleeping Beauty.

He grabbed Serena, who was motionless and unconscious, and pulled her to swim out of the burning sea from the bottom of the sea.

Claude lifted the girl's light body from behind and let her head rise above the sea.

Ignoring the task completion message flashing on my retina, I spat out a few mouthfuls of salty seawater and shouted to Serena:

"Selena, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Serena."

Freeing up a hand to pat the girl's cheek, and seeing that she didn't respond, Claude immediately used the last remaining 100 essence to exchange for a rescue boat.

After pushing the girl onto the rescue boat, he realized that his hands were covered in blood.Climbing onto the rescue boat with both hands, Claude moved his gaze away from the girl's bloodless face. He shifted his gaze to the girl, preparing to check the girl's body.

Gently taking off the girl's sports jacket with a red stain on it, Claude looked helplessly at the piece of debris stabbed into the girl's lower back.

Fortunately, the wound was blocked by debris and the bleeding did not continue.Claude turned around and rummaged around the rescue boat, but he couldn't find the medical kit that was supposed to be equipped.

While Claude was rummaging around in the medical kit, Serena woke up from her coma, and a weak moan came from the girl's mouth:

"Well, what happened? Did we successfully escape?"