The entire small building was extremely quiet except for a few chairs that were still burning at this time, and the cold sweat of the moustache instantly broke out and wet the back.

"Team One! Team Two! Received a call back!" he whispered to Micro Mike, pulling on his collar.

The only thing that came from the communication channel was the silent "rustle" of the radio, and there was no echo at all.

Clenching the pistol in his hand tightly, Moustache looked at the direction where the first and second teams were going to search, and ordered the two men behind him:

"Skinny, yellow hair, you two go and see what's going on!"

There was also no one behind him to answer.

"Are you **** stupid!?" Moustache scolded and turned his head, only to find that the thin man and the yellow-haired man who were examining the two corpses just now had disappeared.

It disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared at all.

Only their footprints in the dust on the ground are still there.

"Gudu..." Moustache's throat suddenly moved, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the cold hairs all over his body grew up.

Why is there no one anymore!?

Is it haunted!?

Although it is broad daylight now, and in the room with the ceiling blown open, you can see the big sun when you look up, but the moustache is instantly frozen, and it feels like I have entered the world of some horror movie.

He desperately grasped the gun in his hand, picked up the pistol and pointed it casually forward, his face covered with blue veins, and shouted:

"Who!? Who's kidding!? Who's there!"

At this moment, one of the two **** "corpses" suddenly moved. It was the "corpse" of the boy whose half face was scorched!

The "corpse" suddenly opened its only eyeball, hung the other broken eyeball, and crawled over to the mustache on the ground, sticking out its tongue while crawling and saying:

"Uncle...you are so cruel...my eyes hurt...ming...my eyes..."

Moustache was caught off guard, and one foot was already firmly grasped by the "corpse". He tried desperately to break free, but he couldn't break free at all.

Although it has been understood that this is a robot, the combination of the machine and human flesh and blood, as well as the truly miserable voice, adds to the horror.

"Let go! Let go!" Moustache struggled desperately, only to find that the hand was just like a steel pliers, which hounded his leg and couldn't break free at all.

Immediately afterwards, the "corpse" of the dead little girl next to him also "lived", dragged his broken body and crawled to the mustache's side, grabbed one of his arms, and shouted miserably while vomiting blood:

"Uncle, I'm so miserable... I died so miserably... I spent all my makeup... My mother said she wouldn't let me buy makeup... I bought it secretly... You compensate me... compensate me..."

The boy's "corpse" continued:

"I'm even more miserable, uncle... My mother said that she would put me in the BP machine and give me 10K traffic... Wuwuming...I don't want to live anymore...Let's die together..."

"Don't come here! Don't come here!" Moustache squirmed desperately on the ground like a maggot, trying to avoid the two "corpses". He wanted to shoot, but found that the gun in his hand had been shot by the other party at some point. Pulled it over and threw it aside.

"Uncle, do you think I'm miserable?" The girl's "corpse" had already climbed onto the mustache, and she held his head with both hands and looked at him. Suddenly, light flashed in her eyes, and at the same time, there was a rhythmic rhythm. of soft white noise.

"..." Moustache was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually became blurred, and he soon fell into deep hypnosis.

A sound of footsteps came from behind, Shen Feng wearing a large bath towel and Jing Wei wearing a miniskirt and small high heels came over.

Behind them, there is a rolling gray tide, and there are more than a dozen struggling human figures in it. It is the gang of gangsters who were swallowed by the gray tide just now.

Shen Feng walked over and picked up the pistol on the ground, checked it, and frowned:

"It's just to make Hualong, it's very ordinary..."

Hualong was one of the major producers of black guns in Huaxia. The so-called Hualong made once became a type of mainstream black guns, but later the control became more and more strict. After the government banned guns for decades, this thing has basically disappeared. .

"Ordinary? Just the gas explosion just now is enough. I don't know how many times Xitong people have died." Jingwei rolled his eyes and said.

Shen Feng nodded in agreement, looked at his arm, except for a little redness, there was no major damage from the explosion just now.

There were still some burns, but after a while, it has healed.

Although this defensive power and regeneration ability cannot be compared with that of the world beast, it is completely beyond what the ordinary humans can have.

The body transformation that Jingwei helped him with was very successful.

Shen Feng walked to the mustache and crouched down, and asked in a low voice:

"Ordinary robbers? Child traffickers? Purification Society?"

Although the moustache was hypnotized at this time, the whole person was still in a panic, and he murmured:

"...don't come...don't come..."

Shen Feng frowned and glanced at Wei Xiaoqing, who was blown up to the side.

This child's hypnosis program is not very powerful... I have to do it myself later.

Wei Xiaoqing dragged her broken body to stand up and said with a flattering smile:

"Dad, I feel like you've become more handsome when you explode it."

At this time, there were already fire sirens coming from outside, plus police sirens. It seemed that a lot of cars were coming. Shen Feng understood that it was not good to delay any longer. He came up and wrapped the mustache, Shen Xiaofeng and Wei Xiaoqing's bodies, and they flowed into the ground like mercury.

Wherever they passed, the traces left by these gangsters and all kinds of experimental equipment were rolled up and transported to the underground space.

Only traces of the gas explosion remained.

Shen Feng and Jingwei also entered the underground space of the small courtyard, and blocked the passage above, waiting for the arrival of the fire and police.

I can't live here anymore, I have to move.

Shen Feng couldn't figure out how his real home was exposed for a while.

Every time he travels to other areas, he is extremely cautious, and it should not be touched by someone.

Who is the opponent?

If you want to talk about petty theft, you can't commit such a big battle. If you want to talk about the Purification Society, you shouldn't be so amateur.

After all, the purifiers of the Purification Society he met in the Americas before, they were all elites, not to mention the people from the Diamondback Company, just to talk about the killers, and the gang of lone lords from the Medellin Group in Colombia, all of them are professional murderers. The presence.

The mustache group brought a bunch of watermelon knives and a pistol that was not very powerful. They really didn't look like people from the Purification Society.

At this time, it was only less than ten minutes before the gas pipeline exploded. The sirens were already blaring outside the gate of the small courtyard. Then a group of fire officers and soldiers rushed in. After searching around to make sure that there were no casualties, they immediately began to extinguish the fire in the building. residual flame.

There were not many open flames after the gas explosion, and they were extinguished in a while.

However, several police officers also arrived soon, but they received a call from a resident aunt in the distance, saying that a dozen couriers had entered the small courtyard.

After all, generally speaking, one or two couriers are nothing, and it is a bit suspicious for more than a dozen couriers to enter a house at the same time.

Shen Feng, Jing Wei and the others stayed in the underground space constructed by the gray tide, using the sound conductivity of the gray tide to listen to the movements outside.

"Director Zhang, why are you here?"

"I received an alarm from the public saying that there are suspicious people here, come and see... Why did the natural gas explode?"

"It should be caused by the aging of the household pipes, coupled with the short circuit of the power, which directly detonated the gas. Fortunately, there is no one at home, otherwise it would be miserable."

"It's hard work, brothers, haven't you seen any suspicious people?"

"No, I thought there were injured people, but after checking it should be a house that was not occupied, and the owner was not at home."

"That's good... I'll go ask Aunt Li if she's dazzled."

The police and fire comrades were talking outside, and the mustache who was bound by the gray tide in the underground space of the gray tide also woke up at this time, and immediately struggled desperately when he heard the sound outside.

Comrade police! I want to call the police! Monsters live here! Help!

It's just that his mouth was firmly blocked by the tentacles of the gray tide, and he couldn't make any sound at all, he could only listen to the sounds of conversations and footsteps outside.

Several fires at the scene were quickly cleaned up, and the fire officers and soldiers were evacuated. After a while, the police also left. After the gas company repaired the pipeline, they also left here, and Moustache's eyes gradually became desperate.

Only then did Shen Feng control Gray Tide and let go of the shackles of the mustache, patted his head and asked:

"Where did it come from? Tell me yourself?"

The mustache has long been shocked by the strange scene brought by the gray tide, and trembled:

"...Antichrist? We are... Purification Society... China branch... how much... that offense... please forgive me..."

Shen Feng frowned~lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't expect it to be the Purification Society.

The other party has penetrated into the East.

However, it was the first time he had seen the domestic purifiers in Huaxia, and they seemed to be much weaker than their foreign counterparts... Just a self-made soil gun and a watermelon knife.

"You are also the Purification Society?" Jingwei looked at the mustache with a look of contempt, "Blow up the natural gas pipeline, pretend to be a courier, hold a watermelon knife, this is it? The Purification Society is not worth it... Some of you have embezzled funds?"

Xiaobeard was mocked by Jingwei, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He realized that his group was really not good, so he said with a wry smile:

"To tell you the truth, this country in this country... is not good for development... Basically, they are all atheists, not in the right way... A few days ago, one of our bases was just taken over by the local police station... It's really difficult..."

As he spoke, Moustache's tears fell.

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