The terrifying rift stretched infinitely from the end of the sky, tearing the dark sky into two pieces.

The color of this crack is very different from the sky, and the difference can be seen at a glance. It is dark and deep, without the slightest color, only silence, like a bottomless abyss.

Seeing such a thrilling scene, Allen and Austin couldn't help but lost their speech for a while.

"What is this?"

After a while, Austin came back to his senses and sighed in a tone like a dream.

Although they have long known the fact that the world has risen again and the demonic wave is going back and forth, they also know that an extraordinary era of great change and prosperity will soon be ushered in.

But no matter how well they do their psychological construction and how they look forward to that beautiful era, after all, they have never witnessed such a magnificent scene with their own eyes.

All their fantasies, all their imaginations are derived from the records of those books and the descriptions of their predecessors. These things can certainly give them a glimmer of understanding of the era that once existed and is about to reappear.

However, when they now really see this kind of scene that only appears in biographical novels, they understand how ineffective written records are.

"call."

For Austin's question, Allen didn't know the answer, just let out a long breath, as if pouring out all the shock in his heart, trying to make his mind clear again.

However, the two of them are not ordinary people after all. Although they were extremely shocked by the sight in front of them, and even lost their minds for a while, they did not immerse themselves too much. Focus on the matter in front of you.

It's just that only they know how much shock and how much they can't speak in their hearts.

"Boss, what did you say to Brother Bol?"

After recovering, Alan remembered Austin's unfinished words before, and put his mind on the other party again.

Although, in a sense, with Allen's status and strength at this time, there is nothing wrong with calling the other party's name directly.

It's just that Alan has always held a grateful attitude for those who have helped him and have good intentions. Therefore, Alan still talks with each other using the original name.

"Oh, by the way, something may have happened on Bor's side. I was temporarily unable to contact him. He was near the Devil Don't Cry Bar during the last contact."

"Because I have to rescue other subordinates, I can't separate myself for the time being. If possible, you can help me find Bor."

When Austin heard Alan's answer, he also remembered the words he hadn't finished before, and exclaimed to Alan with a solemn expression.

"Understood, boss, don't worry, Brother Bol has taken good care of me before, and I will help him."

Allen also understood what Austin meant and gave an accurate answer.

Leaving aside Bol and Austin's friendship with him, their identity alone destined Allen to help them.

When Allen saw that Bol could communicate without obstacles in the underground base of the Executive Department, he already understood that the identity of the other party was not simple.

After Allen joined the executive department, the news from Leonard confirmed his conjecture.

In a sense, Austin and Bol are non-staff members of the Executive Department, which are somewhat different from formal members, but in fact, the authority of the two parties is not much different.

The main difference between the two is that Austin and Bol are mainly responsible for breaking into the shadow side of Gloria City and occupying a place in it.

They are usually similar to ordinary underground illegal organizations, responsible for selling stolen goods. Of course, in the process, they can get a lot of useful information by the way and report it to the executive department.

In times of emergency, such as now, they are responsible for restraining their subordinates and frightening the entire underground world so that they dare not act rashly.

Of course, even though it was said that they were involved in it, it is impossible for them to really break the law and commit murder or arson. They are also doing it, but they have never affected the innocent.

In a sense, their work is no easier than Alan and the others.

However, from the current point of view, it seems that Austin and Bol overturned the car very rarely.

Therefore, whether it is from the relationship between the two parties, the identity of the other party, and the things that the other party is currently doing, Allen has the obligation to help them. This is his own business, and there is no risk of leaving without authorization.

For this reason, the next moment Austin entrusted him with the task of searching for Bol, the harsh sonic boom roared again, and Allen disappeared in front of the opponent.

It's just that, neither Ellen nor Austin, except for the initial lack of focus on the heavenly vision, there has been no relevant communication since then.

Because they understand that no matter what it is, it is beyond their scope of processing.

Although it is a little frustrating suspicion to say this, it is indeed the case. At present, they are completely unprepared to deal with which big guy in the sky.

Moreover, they didn't know what that thing was, where it came from, and how to deal with it. If they continued to think about it, they would only increase their worries, and it was in vain.

...

A battle between blood and fire is taking place next to a bar with a huge area and mysterious decoration in the north part of the eastern part of Gloria City.

Bang bang bang...

The deafening gunfire resounded across the long street, forming an annoying duplication in the multiple overlaps.

Bor, who was tall and burly, with bulging muscles and bulging his combat uniform, he sat halfway on the street corner, holding a handgun-like pistol in his right hand and firing, but his left hand was dealing with his own injuries.

A wound that was not as long as a palm was on Bor's left abdomen. Although it was not long, the wound was extremely deep, and the internal organs could be seen faintly.

Although the gurgling blood flow was very weak, it continued to gush out, mixed in the majestic rain and took away the few heat from Bor's body.

The pouring rain was particularly majestic, dispelling the original sultry heat in the air, with a deep chill.

The rain curtain that arbitrarily between the sky and the earth is endless, with huge kinetic energy pouring down, trickling on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, and converging into a lot of water. The sky and the ground seem to have become a world of rain. The endless rain seems to wash away all sins and give the world a new face.

For those who are sitting at home, they can stand at the window and enjoy the rare heavy rain in the north.

But for others, this is not so good.

Bor held the gun in his right hand, frowned, glanced at the bleeding wound, and reluctantly made an emergency treatment with his only free left hand.

Then he raised his head again to deal with the enemies who had been close to him because of his relaxation for a while.

However, although the injuries that have not been dealt with seriously have been relieved to a certain extent, if Bor can not reach a safe position in a short time and then re-bandage his injuries, then he will not be able to escape the doom of death in the end.

Bol knew this clearly, but his face didn't show the slightest movement, he remained cold, like ice that has not melted for a thousand years.

To be honest, Bol was actually very unlucky.

Although the knife made by the wanderer who suddenly appeared before was extremely ingenious, and even after a certain degree, it was amazing, but with so many years of life and death experience, Bol can also minimize his own damage.

But what he didn't expect was that the opponent was so generous for him. There was a soldier, a rogue, and a dozen gunners squad against him. There was also a shooter hidden in the sky. Place, ready for a fatal blow at any time.

Although it is possible to belittle himself, this configuration is definitely more than enough to kill him.

Before the shooter in the dark did not make a move, Bol could still reluctantly mediate with the opponent.

But the moment the opponent chose to fight Bor and the rogue who followed him, Bor was a little unable to cope with it.

Therefore, Bol did not flash this almost fatal blow.

It stands to reason that, according to the strong vitality of the Black Iron Rank fighters, even this one-shot problem is not too big.

But Bol didn't have time to stop and deal with his injury, and he had been moving at a high speed. So, just now, the wounds that could have been able to control muscle peristalsis to temporarily heal the injuries have also become hideous.

However, Bol took a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what happened just now, he made the other party give up this excellent opportunity and transferred away the three people who had chased him by the tail, so that he could Take a short respite.

But Bol was still grateful and happy that he was still alive.

After all, as for the other party's configuration, if there is no change, if he dares to stop, based on his current physical condition, he will never have the next chance to escape by fluke.

Even if he didn't get support in time, he would eventually lose his strength in the pursuit and escape, and then die helplessly.

Just...

Bor who barely managed to deal with the injury moved in his heart, and went out to observe the scene outside with a micro probe.

Bang!

A yellow-orange-orange bullet passed in front of Bor, hitting a wall not far from him, and splashing scattered dust.

However, before the dust had time to be temporarily released, it disappeared in the rain.

The majestic rain screen greatly obscured the line of sight and reduced the accuracy of both parties.

Fortunately, Bol is a black iron rank fighter anyway. Although he is not a shooter who mainly enhances agility and perception, his rank position still makes his five senses beyond ordinary.

Therefore, through the majestic rain curtain, Bol still distinguished the dozens of popular positions on the opposite side.

Click!

The next moment, the bullet was loaded, and the killing was about to begin.

咚咚咚...

The heart began to beat rhythmically, actively speeding up the roaring sound, and the heavier blood that made ordinary people surging rapidly in the body, bringing new vitality and strength to this exhausted body.

The wound on Bol's left abdomen that had been barely handled also began to gradually soak in bleeding, dyeing the gauze around the wound.

However, Bol himself didn't care at all about it.

There was a fierce brilliance in his eyes, as if he was about to burn all the enemies in front of him.

He knew that this would make his body heavier, and he knew that this was a crazy decision to live or die.

But what? Now that you have made a decision, then do your best.

Moreover, his current physical condition can no longer help him continue to procrastinate.

Although for Bor in his heyday, the dozen or so trainings in front of him are sufficient, and the well-equipped sought-after is a bit tricky, but it can be solved with a little effort.

Even if he doesn't want to entangle the opponent, he can also break away from the opponent's pursuit.

However, this is all in the past tense.

For Boer now, the dozen people in front of him are a mountain that he can hardly climb over.

If he can't make up his mind and work hard at this time, then he won't have a chance.

Therefore, thinking of this, Bor, who has experienced many battles, naturally knew that the most critical time had come, and then decisively began to prepare for the final fight.

咚咚咚...

The heartbeat that was slowing down due to excessive blood loss began to surging, as if the throbbing drums were playing again.

However, the next moment.

Rumble!

The violent sound that pierced the sky suddenly roared, breaking the oppressive atmosphere that was forming between the two sides of the silent confrontation.

"I'm here."

From the moment Allen arrived here, it also meant that the shielding circle that was originally arranged in the surrounding area to shield all the magic signals had lost its effect.

In the distance, the sky, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, a meteorite fell to the ground, and a vague human figure shrouded in pale white streamer came straight.

The terrifying but obscure "potential" arrogantly tore through all barriers and shattered all the obscurations, allowing the isolated Bol to re-receive signals from the outside world.

And at the moment he heard this voice, Bol, who was already prepared to fight to the death, couldn't help but feel relieved.

The surging blood began to quiet, and the roaring heart also began to quiet.

Bor was so relieved for the first time since he was ambushed right out of the house.

There was a trance in front of his eyes, and a whole black figure appeared.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss were once again manifested, making Bor, who was exhausted, almost unsupported.

However, Bol did not succumb to such fatigue, and tried to cheer up and watch everything in front of him.

Sa!

The wind was surging, and the cold light flickered.

But after a few breaths, the gunshots that were originally mixed with the sound of rain stopped, and the gunfire that bloomed in the rain was also lost~lightnovelpub.net~ I saw a figure wearing a uniform similar to Bor's body squatting halfway. In front of the opponent, take out a tube of medicine from his waist and feed it to the opponent.

"Sorry, I'm late."

While talking, Allen cleaned the wound on his waist and bandaged it again.

"It's not too late, I just got here."

Bor, who had taken the [moderate healing potion] given by Allen and improved his spirit a lot, said with a smile, not loud, but full of power, it seems that the injuries on his body did not cause him any damage. Influence.

"How do you feel."

After the bandage was over, Allen looked at Bol's face and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Bol frowned, felt his body carefully, and then replied seriously.

"That's good, do you want me to send you to the boss, or the underground base."

"Go to Austin, I feel a little worried about him alone."

Bor was silent for a while and gave an answer.

Allen was not surprised, because he guessed the other party was the same.

"That's OK, let's start now."

Alan helped Bol up and put his back on his back.

Don't say it, compared to Bol, who is more than a taller than Ellen, who is called the blizzard, lying on Allen's back like this, there is really a strange sense of funnyness.

Allen didn't speak, but he couldn't help but smile a little in his heart.

Although Bol didn't have the ability to see through people's hearts, he was too familiar with Allen. Seeing the other's shoulders twitching slightly, he knew that the other party had a strange idea.

"What are you thinking?"

"I..."

"Roar!"

Roaring like a dragon roars like a howling, the roar of sacred and majesty cut through the sky, alarming the entire city.