I'm not a drama god

The pale light reflected Chen Ling's body. He came to his senses and saw the head and blood on the ground. His heart trembled slightly...

An inexplicable feeling of nausea surged into his heart, and he almost vomited on the spot.

He held the boning knife in his hand and took a deep breath. His familiar instinct took control of his body again and he quickly suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

Chen Ling's memory is now confused, and Fang Liangye's memories are also mixed in. Fang Liangye has never seen such a bloody scene since he was a child, let alone killing someone with his own hands.

But Fang Liangye is just an ordinary person, and Chen Ling's subconscious mind is hundreds of times stronger than his. Fang Liangye's memory has little influence on Chen Ling's behavior. Whether it is speaking habits or thinking patterns, Chen Ling's personality is still dominant... Coupled with the enchanting fighting instinct of this body, when Chen Ling was attacked, he didn't even need to think, he had already taken the bullet and killed the sniper!

The part that belonged to Fang Liangye only realized it belatedly after everything had happened and gave this body some reaction.

buzzing-

The helicopter's propellers roared in the air.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the blood-red figure holding a knife under the pale light. When he slowly raised his eyes, everyone's heart trembled unconsciously.

"Is this the rumored 'ghost mockery'?"

"...He actually withstood Luo Ying's bullets? Is he crazy?"

"He is a monster and cannot be understood with common sense."

"Luo Ying's bullet can prevent self-healing. His wounds cannot be repaired. If this continues, he will bleed to death even if nothing is done."

"He's already at the end of his rope, seize the opportunity!"

“…Swish!!”

The moment Chen Ling raised her eyes, the communication between the helicopters was instantly cut off and everyone's voice stopped abruptly.

At the same time, Chen Ling clenched his palms towards the sky, and all the helicopters were overloaded with electricity. Sparks splashed inside and outside the cabin, and they fell uncontrollably to the ground, creating several flames that shot up into the sky.

But in addition to the fully armed ordinary people, there were also many Shinto practitioners who participated in the encirclement. They each used their abilities to leap down and chase after the rapidly disappearing bright red costume.

The Cloud Step was pushed to its limit, and a strong wind blew past Chen Ling's ears.

He looked at the unclear road ahead in the chaotic night, with endless power bursting out from his broken body, but his heart had already fallen to the bottom...

Although the upper limit of Shinto owners in this era is not high, there are many fifth- and sixth-level people among those who participated in the encirclement and suppression of him under the official organization. Now Chen Ling is not only exhausted due to using the [Card] once, but also has an incurable gunshot wound on his body. His condition is extremely bad.

The most important thing is that Chen Ling had no idea where he was tracked. No matter which direction he ran, these people could find him accurately.

"That's the only way..."

Even though he was forced into a desperate situation, Chen Ling did not panic. After a little thought, he found the most suitable solution from all the scripts he had read.

Chen Ling reached into her sleeve and touched the flip phone. [Communication equipment and electromagnetic induction principle] was activated silently and a message was sent to someone's phone.

Chen Ling's mental strength gradually ran out. He glanced at the ground below, and then he fell to a certain place due to lack of strength...

"He's dying!"

In the dim light, someone shouted, and a roar of fire flew towards the place where the bright red robe landed!

Boom——! !

Those "white hands" with long-range strike capabilities did not hold back at all at this time. A series of dazzling attacks surged forward, illuminating the dark night sky with uncertain brightness and billowing smoke and dust.

Even though her vision was blocked, there were still people in the crowd who could see Chen Ling's movements clearly. After a while, someone suddenly spoke up:

"He stopped."

The crowd did not attack again, but moved slowly and cautiously in the smoke and dust.

A cold wind blew across the wilderness, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. On the devastated land, a blood-soaked figure stood in front of the cliff, staring coldly at the people approaching...

One, two, three…eight, nine, ten.

There were ten Shinto masters chasing after Chen Ling. Chen Ling's eyes gradually scanned them and he had memorized the appearance of everyone.

One after another, off-road vehicles approached here with a roar, and slowly stopped behind the ten people. Dense figures got out of the vehicles, and the black muzzles of their guns were pointed at Chen Ling like a honeycomb, forming an encirclement with no blind spots.

In addition, there were several armed helicopters hovering in the distance. After the lessons learned from the previous times, they did not dare to approach Chen Ling again. Instead, they only relied on the missiles mounted under the cabin to threaten Chen Ling.

This is a joint encirclement of Shintoism and technology, and it is the real dragnet of this era.

Seeing this, Chen Ling slowly opened her lips:

"I didn't provoke you...but you all want to kill me."

The deep voice echoed in the communication channel. Everyone who was participating in the encirclement and suppression at the moment, as well as the top brass of Bureau 749 far away in Shanghai, heard Chen Ling's voice.

"That person's prophecy will never be wrong... You are the culprit who caused the destruction of the world by 'Ghost Mockery' and the rebellious era." The leading Shinto owner slowly replied, "So, you must die."

Chen Ling smiled.

He was wearing a bright red costume and standing on the edge of the cliff, as if mocking everyone's ignorance and stupidity.

"Do you really understand what 'Ghosts Mock the World' means? Do you really understand what 'The Age of Chaos' means?"

Chen Ling shook her head. "You don't understand anything, and you don't know anything. You just divined a few scary words and blamed everything on me... You can't even tell whether the words 'Age of Rebellion' mean destroying the world or saving it."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the communication channel, and everyone's brows were tightly knitted. They looked at the red costumes in front of them, and a trace of hesitation appeared in their eyes...

"Don't be influenced by him." The leading Shinto owner immediately spoke up.

"Our mission is to kill him. Whether this decision is right or wrong is not for us to consider."

Wisps of warm light emerged from the end of the night, and before I knew it, time had already come to dawn. The sky behind the bright red costume was pale, and under this natural light, all the artificial spotlights focused on Chen Ling were eclipsed...

"You want my life, I'll give it to you..." Chen Ling stood on the edge of the cliff, slowly opened her arms, and her blood-stained red robe danced wildly under the rising sun, like a fluttering red butterfly slowly flapping its wings.

"But one day, you will regret what you did today."

Chen Ling snapped her fingers lightly.

The next moment, an armed helicopter in the distance suddenly lost control, and a missile with a long tail flame under the sky shot towards the red-clothed man at the end of the cliff!