Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I still don't understand why he chased me so slowly. Isn't this his job? He is not afraid of the expansion of the situation. Does the state intervene? The reason why I escaped repeatedly, thanks to his careless gift, he seemed to intentionally expand the damage, more like a demonstrative warning or some kind of silent statement than killing me.

But it may also be the limitation of the cooling time of the body and weapons.

This time I successfully rushed into the crowd again. When people saw the murderer behind me, they immediately screamed and shoved away, as if to greet the visit of His Majesty the King. Go out. My despicable behavior immediately drew the curse of everyone, and even someone tried to catch me and throw it out.

I grabbed my outstretched hand and swiftly pushed the other person over the others. The place passing by immediately mourned. People watched the person who was hit and became a barrier against the murderer.

I looked back at the distance between the two parties.

At this time, the man raised the high frequency radiation weapon without hesitation.

At the same time, a gunshot sounded and the man's movements paused. The bullet certainly didn't work for him. He turned to look at the direction the bullet came from. A number of police cars stopped horizontally, and the policemen used the door as a baffle to get their guns at the arrogant inmates immediately after getting out of the car.

"You are surrounded, put down your weapon." Constantly shouting similar words.

They may not have noticed that their bullets were invalid. Perhaps the first bullet was only a warning to deliberately attract the prisoner ’s attention. They did not mean to shoot any more and thought they were deadlocked with the prisoner. The support should increase soon, so they have the confidence to catch the prisoners alive.

As a result, the prisoner just changed the direction of the high-frequency radioactive weapon in his hand and waved towards them. The hurricane-like shock wave immediately killed and killed the police. The opened door was completely torn, the car body was squashed, the human body flew in the air, decomposed, fell freely, withered, and finally there was no moaning, either coma or death.

While the murderer diverted his attention, I shot the bullet again. It is very likely that his weapon will not be able to attack continuously. This wave of attacks has been released. What else can stop the bullet this time?

The other party really raised his hand to block his head. Being able to judge the direction of a straight bullet is not uncommon, but it is really amazing to be able to block the route before the bullet reaches it.

But this is not the end. I had expected this situation. The second, third, and fourth bullets had already been fired, and I drew my dagger and rushed up.

If he can be in close combat before waving his weapon, there may be a chance.

The first opportunity created by the death of a large number of innocent people.

The bullet was blocked by the peculiar costume, and it failed to break through the seemingly plastic material.

This is as I expected, it would be strange if the costume was strange and there was no such use. The focus is on the next two bullets, bounced from different angles, shot from different trajectories to his head and the right hand holding the weapon. Even if the bullet's lethality is weakened by the mask and uniform, it should be able to cause a little impact.

No, I hope to have enough influence so that I can stay close to him.

If you use a dagger, you can certainly pose a certain threat to him.

Even if it cannot be defeated, time will be delayed.

Is not to wait for the arrival of the Armed Police Brigade, the existence of this guy is no longer able to be blocked by ordinary violent institutions.

But as long as it can be supported until the arrival of Zuojiang ...

Zuojiang will surely catch up!

It is her words that will surely win in close combat.

Different trajectories, almost at the same time the bullet attack really made him undefeated. The temple and the wrist were hit, he was forced to tilt his head, the movement of the wrist was also stagnation, the movement was cold and stiff, full of mechanical sense, I really do n’t know if he was suffering, whether it was really under the skin. Is human.

I finally managed to invade him.

Only then did I really realize that his figure was so tall. The nearly two-meter physique, full of soft power, enveloped me leaning over to his feet like a cloud.

I thrust the dagger into his throat. He just avoided his body a little later, and then extended his left hand to grab my arm. The strength seemed to crush the bone. I took advantage of the kick to fly. This time he didn't dodge. He was centered on the neck, the elastic feeling spread from the shin, and the power of the kick was cushioned.

Several attacks, even one step did not allow him to leave the place.

He stirred my arm vigorously. I haven't had time to react yet. The heaven and the earth have turned upside down. When the pain in the arm joint came, the body was already floating in midair, and the dagger released. Before the person hit the ground, he punched him fiercely in the stomach. Like a shrimp, I folded my body involuntarily. The internal organs seemed to be broken by this punch.

The scenery drifted forward fast, my eyes were venomous, and I fell heavily on a row of bicycles.

I struggled to get up, and in the eyes that barely opened, the guy raised the terrifying weapon.

Air is compressing and vibrating.

The hand he caught was unconscious. I took out the pistol with my left hand and there should be two bullets left.

Seemed to have no way to live in front of my eyes, but it was at this time that the fear of fleeing and fleeing was completely gone. Many questions crossed the mind at this instant. Is your choice wrong? Do you regret if you die here? The answer is unexpectedly obvious. There is no need to consider the question of right or wrong, because it is a choice made after thinking, and the same is true if you die. You will certainly not regret it, just a little regret.

Rarely, life suddenly becomes exciting and interesting, and it ’s a pity not to continue.

Can't be Sakuya's hero anymore.

Can't go down with Zuo Jiang anymore.

I was left halfway, it was really ugly.

"Zuojiang!" I used my last power and shouted into the sky.

The name is my last words ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The air makes a tearing sound, the rotating flying axe is amplified in my field of vision, and it is severely cut on the right hand raised by the mask man. In an instant, I felt that his eyes had changed, whether it was consternation or something, stained with colors other than cold. The attack was so sudden that he was too quick to cover his ears. He didn't seem to notice it at all, and he couldn't stop it.

Behind him, the moment he attacks, is the blind spot of defense?

High frequency radiation weapon disengaged.

I recovered more quickly than he did.

Shoot! shooting!

Prevents him from re-grabbing the weapon.

His hands were beaten by superimposed bullets, and the sound of weapons falling on the ground was so clear, as if the whole world had only this sound.

I took a deep breath and dragged my right hand, not knowing whether it was dislocated or broken, and rushed up.

One step faster than me is the familiar orthopaedic shadow. The woman fell from the sky like a torn night, and the bottom of the skirt flew, but more eye-catching than the scenery, it was the fist that was tightly clenched and full of majesty.

The iron fist hit the mask man's temple fiercely. The tall body that had been attacked by me beforehand suddenly twirled like a gyro and flew up. Before it landed, the face was clamped by the open palm.

What an exaggerated posture, one foot lifted back, the whole body leaned down, the woman concentrated all the strength of the body on this blow, and dropped the expressionless strange face on the ground.

The violent sound of the pile driver, the mask man's head fell first, then the body and feet.

The concrete floor was smashed with a clear crack.

Then she stomped on his head. A sneer.

"Geek, you seem to take good care of Achuan in my house."