The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 surging cracks, sparse gunfire, shouts, howls, panic and helpless calls for help...

　　 It seems that all the sounds in the world that represent despair and panic, resounded through the entire city of Gloria at this moment.

Uncle 　　 sat in the driving seat and drove calmly to the predetermined destination, but he could still see how ugly his face was.

And Alan’s face is still not good. He suppressed the anger for a long time before. When he saw his uncle and started killing in the magic wolf pack, he had already vented part of it, but there was still endless fire. .

When he came, because he was worried about the safety of his uncle's family, in addition to the kind of tragedy that was already in front of him, he couldn't help but slash the beasts that brought chaos and death, as well as the abyssal creatures who did not know how to escape. .

But other times, even if he could hear the sound not far from his position, if he dared to go at full speed, it would only take ten seconds. It is very likely that he would have one or even several lives, and he could only pretend to be gritted teeth. Did not hear.

　　 A person may not be far away, and a monster may not take a few seconds, but once anything has accumulated a huge base, it is not a matter of post-solution.

Therefore, even if Alan sees, hears, or perceives someone suffering, his keen five senses can see the strong **** smell in the wind, and he has begun to show a strange perception, perceiving a strong sense of death not far away and even a strong feeling of grief and despair. , He could only continue to say sorry in his approval heart, while continuing to move in the original direction without realizing it.

　　 But now is different. Now he has received his relatives, and he no longer has these concerns.

　　 "If you want to do anything, then go."

　　 It seemed to be aware of Alan's thoughts. The uncle didn't say anything complicated. He still stared at the front of the car and said something.

　　 "Good."

　　 Allen finished speaking, opened the door and jumped out of the speeding car.

　　Bang, Allen tumbling on the ground to write about the impact of jumping off the car, and then began to move with this car as the radius of action.

　　 To tell the truth, Alan would not dare to do such a thing if it weren't for the road in the city to turn left and right instead of a straight line.

Because if that is the case, his uncle is now driving a speeding posture. Once he gets out of the car, he can barely follow behind the car for a period of time at most. When he is exhausted, he will never be able to catch up. Up.

　　 But the complex terrain and streets of Gloria City still provide Alan with a huge help.

　　 He left the pistol to the eldest mother for self-defense, and because the pistol and the dagger capital are objects that have been contracted by it with blood, he can still perceive the existence of these two things within such a range.

　　 This is also the confidence he dared to get out of the car, otherwise, even if he solves these things as quickly as possible, when he finishes a few knives, the uncle and the others will no longer know where they are going.

　　 Huh.

The howling wind passed by Ellen’s ears, the original gentle breeze was like the **** city of Gloria at this time, with a bit of murderousness, the original gentle breeze also blew like a blade on Allen’s at this time. Face.

　　 Originally, when Alan started to run, his clothes, especially the windbreaker, would make a hunting noise. Although it seemed to be a lot more prestigious and even chic, Alan was still very distressed.

　　 You need to know that appearance and practicality must be practicality on the battlefield. Before Alan, whether he was jumping in the air or tossing and moving, his windbreaker was dancing like a banner, and he was very handsome.

　　 But this is not a good thing for Allen. He prefers that the windbreaker can be silent. In this way, at least the probability of assassinating or turning around will be greater whether he is lurking in the assassination or running away.

　　Although Alan had thought about this before, he did not expect that his wish would be fulfilled after he changed his clothes.

　　 The windbreaker of the executive department looks sloppy, it's really good to use, and it may be a hood for disguising his identity.

　　 Even though it can still be seen as the commissioner of the executive department, it protects personal privacy.

　　 Alan has cold eyes, moving around the car driven by the uncle, and sweeping away all the dangers around him.

　　 For those people who are in panic and despair, Alan is an angel that descends from the sky. Although this angel still wears a hood and no wings, it does not hinder their gratitude to Alan.

　　 Under the night, in a small courtyard full of cracks but still not collapsed.

　　 The night that has become deeper and quieter devours everything, and in that darkness there seems to be a man-eating monster.

　　 There was silence in the courtyard. Even the usual bird chirping and the rustling noises in the yard disappeared. The insects lurking in the soil all ran out during the previous earthquake and left their original residence.

　　 "Husband, we won't have any problems here, right." In a corner of the courtyard, a place covered by debris, a faint sound came out from below.

　　 "Don't worry, we are in the cellar. I have buried some debris on it and sprinkled some insect repellent on it. There is no problem."

　　 Hearing the question from his wife next to him, a man with long hair and gray eyes whispered confidently.

　　 Squeak, Squeak.

　　 But at this moment, a strange noise suddenly rang in the courtyard, as if an uninvited guest came to this seemingly empty courtyard.

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Hearing such a voice, the man leaned forward and said to his wife's ear next to him.

　　 Then the two of them slowed down their breathing, and began to comfort themselves in their hearts.

　　 Above the cellar, in front of the pile of debris, a giant millstone-like spider glanced suspiciously at what was in front of him.

　　Bang!

　　 The thick limbs swung like a giant axe, which brought the sound of hunting, but in a few clicks, the sundries on the surface were blown aside.

　　 This voice seemed to sound in my ears, even if I had already prepared a certain amount of heart, the men and women in the cellar were suddenly shocked.

　　 Before they could think about how he was discovered, he began to comfort his trembling wife.

　　 "It's okay. Our gate is made of iron. It takes a long time to hack with an axe. The monsters outside can't open it."

　　 He suppressed the fear in his heart and comforted the people around him, because he knew that if he was in a mess, there was really no way he could do it.

　　 Boom!

　　 But before the voice fell, I heard the thick iron door making a dull sound, as if someone was constantly cutting and cutting this solid-looking piece of iron.

　　 Boom boom boom!

Even in the darkness, the gray eyes of the man and the woman beside him could see that the iron gate began to sag inward, and a huge straight line began to appear in the center of the originally flat iron gate, as if it had been smashed by a giant axe. Cut out.

Seeing such a scene, the man took the woman and hid in the corner of the cellar. This cellar was built by them to store vegetables. In the northern part of the empire, they would basically build such a cellar if conditions permit, just because of the different customs, styles and sizes in different regions. That's all.

　　 But this cellar is only about 40 square meters, even in the corners, you can see the traces of the door being hit again and again.

　　 The wife beside her had closed her eyes in fear, but the man was still composing himself and continued to watch the scene without admitting his fate.

　　 Boom!

　　 Finally, the iron door, which had been knocked no less than ten times, completed its mission at this moment, smashing the floor of the cellar from the entrance with a whistling sound, setting off a burst of dust.

　　 The gray-eyed man ignored the flying dust, but stared at the huge figure emerging from the dust.

　　 The huge spider, the sharp limbs shining with cold light, and the **** pattern that has covered the dark background color all show how difficult this monster is to get along with.

　　 The gray-eyed man pulled out the arm that was tightly held by his wife. Facing his wife's pleading gaze, he just shook his head resolutely, and then he took the iron rod beside him and walked over.

　　Because the cellar is for storing vegetables and food, the doorway is relatively small, and even people have to bend over to enter, and the huge spiders are even more difficult.

　　 But it can be seen that this monster did not give up, waving the limbs and expanding the originally narrow doorway.

The gray-eyed man also discovered that this monster would not give up the idea of ​​coming in, so he decided to take a fight while the other party hadn't fully entered. Naturally, with only a steel rod in his hand, he didn't want to kill the other party, but hoped that it would be possible. Give the other party some sense of crisis, so that the other party will retreat.

You should know that although many creatures are dominant in nature, they still treat every predation carefully to avoid injury. Once injured, they will also fall into a vicious circle. The injury will lead to the inability to capture the prey and no prey wounds. Failure to heal the body continues to weaken.

　　 When I was a child, I heard the knowledge from the elderly at home, and the gray-eyed man's eyes became sharper, revealing a fierceness.

　　 He quietly walked to the side of the door in the dark, and the observer's movement pattern of the Demon Spider was ready to surprise the opponent.

　　 Slowly squeezed the steel rod with both hands, and slowly raised it to the highest point, without making a sound. The man adjusted his posture and probably found a suitable posture for exerting force.

　　 The next moment, the arms that had already become blue because of the force suddenly waved.

　　 Dang!

　　 A crisp sound came from the intersection of the steel bar and the limbs, like the sound of iron strikes.

　　 But the gray-eyed man's heart sank. There was an obvious pit in the steel rod in his hand, but the chitin limbs of the opponent were not damaged.

　　Bang!

　　 In the surprised eyes of the man, the terrifying Demon Hunter suddenly fell to the ground, and there was a burst of dust and no movement.

　　 Looking back, the man was dumbfounded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He glanced in his own hands and the steel rod in a frustrated manner.

　　 "Hey, are the people below all right."

　　 Just as the man was looking at himself and wondering if he suddenly had some magical ability, a question came from behind the huge spider above the cellar.

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, are you from the Public Security Department?"

　　 Hearing someone shouting, the man quickly put aside the possibility that he might have magical abilities, and responded with a little voice.

　　 "Well, yes, you stay inside first, it's not safe outside."

　　 "We are few, we may not protect you when you come out."

　　 Looking back, the man opened his mouth, but closed it again.

　　 "It's okay, there is already a demon spider dead here. As long as you don't die, there will be no problem."

　　 Above the cellar, Allen turned and left the courtyard after a few simple words.

　　 If they don’t leave yet, the uncle and their car will be driving far away.

　　 I don’t know if it was good or bad luck. Before the disaster, it had already noticed that it was wrong, and it was hidden, as long as it was waiting for rescue.

　　 According to common sense, these arrangements are basically no problem, but who knows that it is not ordinary monsters, but magic spiders.

　　 The hunting of the magic spiders does not rely on the traces of scent to find their prey, but on the breath of the soul.

　　 Therefore, they are countless, but they still didn't expect this, and unfortunately "won the prize".

　　 But Ellen didn't lie to them either. There was already a demon hunter dead here, and basically no monsters who didn't open their eyes would come here again.

　　 Allen sighed a little funny, and then followed in the direction of the sense.