The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

The eardrums buzzed, the surroundings were quiet for a moment, and someone screamed.

"what--!!!"

The surrounding area is already in chaos. Pedestrians fled in all directions, staying as far away from the burning bus as possible. Some people called the police and emergency calls, and the owner of the car with a fire extinguisher in the trunk tried his best to help put out the fire. The car was rolling and climbing. Several people whose clothes were on fire came down and were put out by a basin of water from a nearby store.

Sirens gradually approached.

In order to keep Jian Yan away from the explosion range as much as possible, An Xue pulled so hard that Jian Yan fell.She was not affected by the explosion, but her knee was scratched a little.

The heat wave hits the face, the pungent gasoline smell penetrated into the nasal cavity together with the thick smoke, Jian Yan coughed heavily for several times before reacting in a daze, she quickly covered her mouth and nose and looked at An Xue: "Student An Xue, are you okay! !"

She wanted to get closer to An Xue, but An Xue stretched out her hand to stop her, her brows were furrowed, her eyes guarded, she was staring at her surroundings, not knowing what she was looking for: "I'm fine, don't come here, if you can go, go to evacuate with others. "

——There are too many ordinary people here.

It was impossible for An Xue to act rashly.

but.

He didn't feel any ghostly breath in the crowd, not even the equipment he carried with him.

A police officer arrived in time to alienate the crowd present.

"Jian Yan, how are you? Can you still go?!" The team leader helped Jian Yan up, and said to the other students, "Students, follow closely, get out of here first!"

Jian Yan: "Teacher, I'm fine, An Xue..."

She didn't have time to finish her sentence.

An extremely dazzling light flashed somewhere in the void.

A 32-storey building behind him suddenly had an extremely long crack, which fell obliquely from the top to the ground.

The building was actually split! !

Immediately afterwards, the building was divided into two halves along the crack, and the surrounding glass was completely shattered. The fine and dense glass slag fell from the sky together with gravel and rubble, and fell heavily.

Even the small glass shards falling from a high place are like a small bomb, and many people have been cut.

A bloodstain was drawn across Jian Yan's hand, before she even had time to feel the pain, she watched a huge piece of rubble smashed towards the top of An Xue's head.

The gravel is in free fall, and the falling speed is extremely fast, and ordinary people can't avoid it!

"An Xue—run away!!" Jian Yan cried out in shock.

As An Xue is a celestial master, he can completely avoid this boulder.But he had to take care of the people around him, if he dodged, the people might be hit, so An Xue paused for a moment, calculating in his mind the way to minimize the damage.

At this moment, An Xue was wrapped around An Xue with both hands.

Ran Yuchi, who was an ordinary person, rushed towards An Xue, hugged him, and the two hugged into a ball, rolling several times on the ground, avoiding the boulder.

At the same time, An Xue cut her finger, and the blood droplets dispersed into countless blood lines, setting up a net invisible to the naked eye in front of the surrounding people.

The boulder made a deep hole in the ground.

The people around couldn't avoid the falling gravel at all, but they saw that the gravel seemed to be separated by something, and it clearly fell in front of them, but it didn't touch them at all.

Good luck!

Everyone had the same thought in their hearts and let out a long sigh of relief.

"An Xue, how are you?" Ran Yuchi hugged An Xue and rolled around twice, his clean clothes were covered in dust, Ran Yuchi stretched his arms, "Are you all right?"

His voice was very close, so close that even his breath hit the side of his face.

An Xue was silent for a moment: "I'm fine."

Ran Yuchi seemed to be relieved immediately, showing a very shallow smile: "That's good, can you get up?"

An Xue didn't answer.

Until Ran Yuchi called his name again.

An Xue: "Ah."

Ran Yuchi stretched out his hand to him: "Scared? It's okay. I'll pull you, let's go first."

Impossible to be intimidated.

He has experienced more dangerous scenes.

An Xue just never thought that someone would come to rescue him.

Even if the boulder hit him head-on, he wouldn't die, and he probably wouldn't be injured, but the moment Ran Yuchi touched him, a sense of complete helplessness suddenly surged in his heart.

Same as that day, the phone call that Ran Yuchi suddenly called him when he was about to enter the space created by Mirror Desire.

"You seem to be tired lately."

"Because we are friends."

An Xue couldn't describe what that feeling was like.

It's completely different from feeling the pain or the excitement of meeting a strong enemy.

It seems very soft and light.

He couldn't tell.

"Thank you." An Xue took Ran Yuchi's hand.

"Your hands are so cold." Ran Yuchi said, "You are obviously so afraid of heat."

Hearing this, An Xue subconsciously curled up her fingertips to let go, but Ran Yuchi held them with her backhand, pressing her hot palm against her: "There are a lot of people, don't get separated."

An Xue followed the crowd and evacuated.

The celestial master of the sub-bureau is on his way, and he cannot reveal his identity, so he needs to find a place where no one is around before he can change into his uniform.

A large number of people evacuated towards the gymnasium. An Xue was squeezed into the crowd, feeling like she was squeezed off the bullet train the day she first came to Shuangcheng.

Then, An Xue suddenly stood still.

He saw a shadow standing on a telegraph pole not far away.

White coat, green scarf, a slender samurai sword hanging on one side of the waist, and a row of long-range bombs hanging on the other side.

--Angel.

There is no doubt that the bus and building just now are all his handwriting! !

Angels also cannot reveal their identities.

Amulets are drawn on his body, and ordinary people cannot see him.

Therefore, he stood on a high place unscrupulously, his eyes wandered around, and finally fixed on a certain corner, showing a sinister smile.

The angel took hold of the hilt again.

Ran Yuchi felt the hand held by him struggling, and his palm was empty, and when he turned his head, he found that An Xue had been pushed to another direction by the flow of people.

Ran Yuchi raised his head.

He also saw angels.

The angels in Ghost King's impression were never good people, they were all executioners trained by the General Administration of Special Administration.

But it's a pity that before eight o'clock in the evening, the ghost king can't use his spiritual power - he is just an ordinary person now, an ordinary person with a little more flexibility.

Moreover, he signed the blood curse of the Special Administration Bureau, which cannot interfere with all tasks performed by the celestial masters, including the angels.

no way.

Otherwise, Ran Yuchi still wanted to meet the little celestial master as the ghost king.

After all, he still has his mark on him.

Before the mark disappears, the little celestial master is his property.

"Next time." Ran Yuchi smiled, and continued to evacuate to a safe area as an ordinary person.

Angels don't have names.

They only have numbers, because they were not people who could be accepted by society. After all, no one can slaughter human beings—not even for the sake of protecting more people from infection.

Everyone on the Angels team is not normal.

No. 798 was involved in the infection 29 years ago.

He is the most outstanding one among the angels, seamlessly completing the transformation from psychosis to angel.

Because he likes it, he likes the appearance of everyone being afraid of him, and the scene where everyone panics because of him!

He's not normal and he knows it.

Even in the mental hospital, he was the most abnormal one.

Before this mission, No. 798 hadn't done anything for a long time. He has been very quiet all these years, all in order to repay the director's kindness for saving him from the mental hospital.

Although he is abnormal, he is grateful, and 798 is very satisfied with his personality traits.

He has been very idle until some time ago.

The General Administration finally arranged a task for him.

Infected people appeared in Shuangcheng. For the safety of the people of Shuangcheng, they must be found out and their lives taken away.

Number 798 is so excited!

He came to Shuangcheng excitedly, and then searched for it for a long time.

The infected people this time are different from 29 years ago, and also different from the few cases that appeared sporadically during the period.

All indicators of the infected person's body are normal, and even if they are face-to-face, they cannot be detected by instruments. Only when the infection occurs, the infected person's value will soar, triggering an alarm.

Moreover, this infected person is good at hiding, and there is an asylum to help him.

The protector was obviously just an ordinary person, but he suffered a lot, and finally let them escape from his hands.

No. 798 was very angry about this.

However, No. 798 remembered the face of the infected person and found the information of the infected person in the database.

Infected person's name: Mankong

Age: 18

Height: 173.5cm

School attended: Twin Cities Morningstar High School

Family background: Both parents died, living alone.

Today, No. 798 saw Man Kong and Gu Qianxing again.

——Gu Qianxing, that ordinary human being who sheltered the infected from fleeing.

On this day, No. 798 found traces of Mankong on the bus, so he installed a bomb on the bus.

Unfortunately, they were not killed.

As a result, No. 798 split another building.

Because he saw Gu Qianxing fled into the building with Man Kong.

The building was knocked down, but the infection detector was still ringing, and they were still alive.

No. 798 looked around, and finally saw two figures against the crowd somewhere.

Ha, found it.

There are many people around Man Kong and Gu Qianxing. They must have done it on purpose, thinking that as long as they hide in the crowd, No. 798 will not dare to do anything.

so what!

798 doesn't care.

Mankong's infection value is constantly rising, and he is obviously in a diseased state.

At such a close distance, ordinary people are very likely to be infected!

Just get rid of them all! ! !

Number 798 holds Kuangba - the name of his katana sword.

He aimed his gaze at a certain point not far away, exerted force on his wrist, and Kuang Ba unsheathed, the air immediately condensed on the blade, and an extremely thick diaphragm was attached.

It is easy for Kuangba to smash a building, let alone a human body composed of chemical elements such as calcium oxycarbonate.

No. 798's actions came to an abrupt end.

He didn't have time to chop, but just maintained the posture of drawing the knife.

A figure quietly appeared behind him, with the blood scythe around his neck.

The edge of the sickle is very thin, and No. 798 believes that the people behind him can easily cut off his head with a little more force.

"Put it back." The man's voice was very low, cold and emotionless, colder than Lian Feng, slicing past his ear, "Put away the spiritual power."

At this moment, there are charms on their bodies that hide their figures, and ordinary people cannot see them.

No. 798's hand stopped where it was and confiscated it, but he didn't pull it out again. He turned his head slowly.

Number 798 was taken aback.

Behind him is an extremely young celestial master, half of his face is covered by a bandage, his eyes are as cold as a cold pool, with a cold light.

Celestial Master, An Xue.

No. 798 saw An Xue by the director's side.

He had never seen the chief love someone so much.

Obviously he is just a child, and a child with an unstable personality. No. 798 really doesn't know what is so unique about this child that the director can pick him up from the orphanage and raise him like his own son for ten years. !

ten years!

He also wanted to stay with the chief for ten years! !

No. 798 looked at An Xue coldly.

An Xue tightened the blood scythe, and pressed the scythe's edge against her neck, balancing with a force that would not hurt her, and pressed down a small dent on her skin.

It was a menacing gesture, including his voice.

"I said, let you put away your spiritual power."