2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The usually bustling streets were now extremely deserted, with no vehicles or pedestrians, as if the entire city had been abandoned. The only thing still moving was the red and green traffic lights flashing in mid-air.

The roar of the engine was coming from far away. It was a sound that would not be noticed at all in normal times, but now it seemed a bit harsh.

"You're a police officer. Can you run a red light?"

"See that signal light at the intersection ahead."

"I saw it. The light is red and the light is green. Please rush over at full speed."

Motorcycles speed past under red traffic lights.

"You have such a good attitude." Zhang Xixue's voice sounded helpless.

"No, no, no, the more nervous I am, the more I talk nonsense." Yan Muyun hugged her waist tightly with his arms, fearing that he would be thrown away in the next second.

"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded faintly in the distance. Through the gaps in the building, you can barely see the thick smoke rising in front of you, as well as the flickering firelight caught in it.

Zhang Xixue felt the arms around her waist tighten a little, and tilted her head slightly to comfort her: "Don't worry, Yan Ji will be fine. After all, he is a strong man who once suppressed king-level alien species on his own."

"How awesome is one person to suppress a king-level alien species?" Yan Muyun was a little surprised when he heard about this for the first time.

"Don't you know? Yan Ju's heroic deeds in the early years are widely circulated in the police station, and many police officers are his fans."

"Good guy, I really haven't heard him say that."

Yan Muyun smacked his lips: "This kid used to show off to me when he got five kills in games. Now he is able to do such a big thing, but he has never mentioned a word about it... Three Ten years, thirty years, a little kid will grow into a reliable big shot."

Listening to the emotion of the man behind him, Zhang Xixue suddenly had a sore nose.

Even though she knew very early that the other party had been sleeping for thirty years, in her subconscious mind, she always regarded him as a cute peer who behaved a little weirdly.

Maybe it has something to do with the way Yan Muyun behaves on weekdays. A normal person would probably be gloomy and melancholy every day when encountering this kind of thing. However, he is usually optimistic and cheerful, gentle, patient, and humorous, which makes people who come into contact always unconsciously ignore the bad luck he has suffered.

If you think about it carefully, if you sleep for thirty years and the whole world becomes an unknown place when you wake up, you will definitely want to die alone.

Parents become old and even die overnight. The best friends in the past have become uncles and aunts, and their children seem older than themselves.

"You are such a strange person." Zhang Xixue sighed from the bottom of her heart.

"What?" Yan Muyun didn't hear clearly.

"I said, you are..."

"careful!"

Suddenly a shout came from behind, and then Zhang Xixue felt her waist tighten, and her whole body was thrown into the air.

The next second, a blurry black shadow flying from an unknown direction hit the motorcycle.

The man jumped directly from the third floor, stood in the middle of the road, and shouted: "Come out, I know you are not injured."

Almost at the same time, several gunshots were fired from behind the clothes racks on the other side of the store. The intervals were so short that it was difficult to tell how many shots were fired.

"Boom!" The explosion sounded.

The young man put his hand into the mask, took out another deformed bullet, threw it casually, and landed on the tiles not far away, making a few soft "ding-ding" sounds.

"You're not hurt." Yan Muyun blinked.

"Kabeng." With a crisp sound, the figure's "head" flew high.

"Stop hiding, I know where you are hiding." The man stopped and his eyes under the husky mask locked on the counter inside the store.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the headless plastic model lying on the floor, his tone a little disappointed: "I thought you could give me some surprises, but... is this the extent of a full-out sneak attack?"

A big hole was knocked out of the shop window, and the surrounding ground was littered with broken glass, and the plastic soles made an uncomfortable noise when stepped on it.

The masked man reacted very quickly, and he reacted in an instant. He half-turned around and used his palm as a knife to quickly and fiercely strike the figure in the neck.

"Yeah." Zhang Xixue moved away calmly, and patted it twice before raising her right hand: "It feels good."

After a period of confusion, Zhang Xixue got up from the ground and shook his head. Fortunately, he was not injured except that he could still feel a little dizzy.

What about him? etc......

...

After waiting for about half a minute and seeing no response, he shook his head helplessly and walked towards the other side of the street.

"You are really a husky."

Yan Muyun hugged the girl tightly in his arms, and the silver-white barrier wrapped around the two of them into an egg, which smashed into the clothing store on the roadside like a bowling ball thrown by a giant.

On the third floor across the street, in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, a young man wearing a husky mask put down the stone bench in his hand, whistled, and said in a brisk tone: "One hit."

"A stone stool was smashed down from the third or fourth floor on the right." Yan Muyun followed her example and stuck half of his head out, and then added: "But I didn't see who the attacker was. There were several .”

The slightly ambiguous atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

Several metal hangers broke, and many fashionable and expensive clothes fell to the ground. The man wearing the husky mask didn't even look at it, he just stepped on it and walked inside step by step.

This is a restaurant decorated in an antique style. The well-made stone stools with beautiful textures under the table weigh about twenty pounds each, and when he just threw them out, they were as easy as throwing a baseball.

Two deflated bullets fell silently into the pile of clothes on the floor.

The motorcycle that overturned on the edge of the sidewalk was almost broken into two pieces, and the leaked gasoline burned on the ground.

"You're annoying." Yan Muyun sat up and punched her lightly on the shoulder.

The young man's joking voice came from the side, and at the same time, a black figure suddenly jumped out from behind the clothes hanger nearby.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a slight flick of his toes, he lifted the velvet sofa next to him into the air, then turned around and kicked it with a very graceful movement.

"Actually...I've noticed you hiding behind the hangers on both sides a long time ago."

"Crunch... crunch... crunch..."

"Boom!" The sofa, which weighed several dozen kilograms, hit the counter like a cannonball, directly cutting off half of it. Then the sofa did not lose its force at all. After hitting the wall behind it, it was directly embedded in it.

After Zhang Xixue came to her senses, she found that the person she was looking for was under her butt. At this time, she was sitting on Yan Muyun's belly, and she was holding Yan Muyun's chest with her right hand.

Zhang Xixue's performance in shooting practice has always been very good. All three shots hit the man's head, two shots hit the side, and one shot made a hole in the temple of the husky mask.

"Not behind that?"

"Did you see clearly?" Zhang Xixue took out his gun and poked half of his head out from behind the counter to look outside.