The fiery red missile that swept the air seemed to be burning, Dusqi's eyes widened, and a stern voice appeared in his heart: "Dodge!"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a thud in the ground of the playground, and the gravel and gravel surged from the center to the surrounding like a huge wave and then fell sharply. Holes, splattered gravel and rotten flesh were buried all over the place.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, a sneaky figure walked over to the base of the wall, rubbed his palm against the neck of a moaning navy on the ground, and immediately broke the other's neck, and at the same time, his cheeks strangely changed into the other's face, At the same time, the navy uniform on his body was stained with holes and blood from the explosion. He staggered under his feet and walked into the administration building. The figure quickly turned around the corridor and walked towards the escalator on the second floor.

"Which room will it be in?"

Von Krei was walking quickly against the wall of the corridor, and he twisted the locked door handles and pushed them open to look inside.

He groped very fast. He quickly finished searching for a floor and continued to go upstairs. About 10 minutes later, he stood at a door and suddenly stopped, then turned his head sharply and looked back.

The corridor behind was deserted, and the wattage of the bowl-shade lamp overhead was dim, illuminating the disrepaired walls with dry and cracked spots, and some freshly repaired and painted marks. No one was there.

"I always feel like someone is staring at me from behind? Delusion?" Von Krei shook his head and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, a muffled cough came from a door in the corridor.

"It's been a mess outside, and the only people who are still in the building are..." Feng Klei tiptoed close, then put his palm on the door handle, turning it gently, the sound of "click" locking was clear and the door was locked. It was locked from the inside.

The voices talking inside the door disappeared immediately, and there was a dead silence. Von Krei put his head against the door, and could vaguely hear a dull breathing sound and the sound of some kind of metal chain being pulled, and the sound was slightly sharp.

"Who's outside?" A cold female voice came out of the door.

"The base was attacked, and Colonel Smalls asked me to come over and move the prisoner to a safer location!" Von Krei replied tentatively.

"Wait a minute!" said the voice inside, followed by the sound of turning the door lock.

Von Klei's pupils shrank slightly, he released the palm that was about to break the door lock, and stood up straight, his eyes fixed on the slowly opening crack, and then, a dark 50-centimeter-long short The dagger stabbed fiercely from the crack of the door, and von Klei suddenly turned his head to the side, and then the soles of his feet lifted like lightning, kicking the blade with precision and at the same time, his figure recovered the moment he launched the attack. into the original appearance.

The exaggerated swan ballet costume, the dance shoes, the **** face covered in foundation, the corners of the mouth raised a seductive arc, and the voice was neither yin nor yang, which made goosebumps floating: "Oh, I was found, so troublesome."

Keng, the spinning short dagger was kicked away and pinned to the ceiling. The serrations of the chains like peacock feathers were reflected in Feng Klei's eyes, and then there was a frost-like frost on a beautiful cheek. Stepping on the rotating pace under his feet, the motorized knife line controlled by the tail finger silently cut the door panel into two pieces, and then spun around and wrapped around Von Krei's neck.

"With such a beautiful face, how can you be so murderous?" Von Klei was startled, patted his beating heart with one hand, and moved a very strange dance step under his feet, and suddenly disappeared in front of Weiwei's eyes. Appeared in the shadow of her sight in an instant, and at the same time, the calf pulled out a sharp leg whip to smash the air.

"Good at disguising and imitating, she is the senior spy Mr. 2 from the Baroque studio!" Wei Wei's heart froze, she was still too weak after all, and was not Von Klei's opponent at all. Out of the corner of the naked eye, she could only glimpse a whip. , but there was no time to dodge under his feet, and he could only tilt his head sideways at the last moment.

"what?"

Feng Klei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the volleying leg whip was suddenly pulled uncontrollably. The instep that should have kicked the opponent's head with a kick deflected strangely by an inch. Then it slammed heavily on the wall next to it, breaking a wall.

The still violent blow made Weiwei's head, and as soon as her eyes darkened, her body fell straight to the ground, unable to move.

Inside the room, Daz Bonis' face was pale and fleshy. The Hailou stone handcuffs on his hand made him lose his strength. He looked at Von Krei before he could show an expression on his face. Shrinking into the tip of a needle, he looked out of the corridor with sharp eyes.

"There are still people!"

Von Klei looked down at the trouser legs. He didn't know when the trouser legs were cut off. There was a tangled streak on the calf. A few drops of blood red blood seeped through the ripped muscle and skin. He stretched out his hand towards the calf. When I touched it, my fingertips pulled out a broken black line, only the thickness of a hair was extremely inconspicuous in the dim light.

A trace of black thread should have been torn off by the force of his kicks, but it was eerily like a living thing still trembling and twitching desperately at the fingertips. Inexplicably, Von Klei felt a creepy feeling on his back: " It wasn't my delusion just now, someone was staring at me from behind, it was this guy!"

At the corner of the escalator at the other end of the corridor, a dark figure came out~lightnovelpub.net~ Because it was too dark, it seemed to devour and distort the dim light around it, so it seemed to be integrated with the shadow of the wall. When it moves now, it gives people a kind of body that has been torn from the shadows, which is extremely frightening.

"Who are you?" Von Krei asked cautiously, taking a step back subconsciously.

"It's you, aren't you dead?" On the contrary, Daz Bonis, who was locked up, turned to Von Krei with a **** expression on his face: "This guy is Yaerlin, but he should have been arrested by the president. killed!"

"The news is a little behind!" Yaerlin put one hand in his trouser pocket and raised the other hand in front of his chest. There were cold black lines on the tips of his five fingers, like a flower blooming silently. Hei Lian, he said faintly: "I am indeed dead, and now I have come back from hell!"

"Is this a trap you set?!" Von Creighton realized something, and something was wrong in his heart. He originally planned to save Daz Bonis back to the studio alive, but now he thinks that this plan will be in vain , then it can only be changed to smash the opponent's head with one kick.

"No, this is a trap designed by Smog for the sand crocodile. To be honest, I'm not interested in you little shrimps. What I want to do is just add a firewood to Smog's design to make him burn more vigorously. "Yarlin tapped lightly under his feet, and suddenly appeared next to Darz Bonis in the next instant, his palms like steel pliers clasped the ankle that Von Krei kicked, and his toes, which were taut like a knife, were a distance of up to 30 feet. Zi Bonis' eyes were only 1 cm apart.