2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"boom!"

Rubbles flew and another wall was blown open.

The masked man bent down and got out from behind the hole. This was a bar. He threw away the tables and chairs in front of him and walked straight to the bar.

It was useless even to escape into the shadows, because he had already memorized their scent.

There is no mistake about golden eyes, that guy definitely has golden eyes.

In the battle just now, he used all his strength from the beginning. If it were an ordinary E-class or D-class genetic warrior, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to catch a shadow in his sight, let alone react according to his own movements.

However, this intern who had just joined the Special Branch Bureau did it easily. Those silver-white barriers seemed to have eyes, and they would appear exactly on their offensive route every time.

The defensive power of this ability is indeed very strong. He gave up completely after trying two frontal attacks.

At the same time, he also thought about the possibility that what could keep up with his movements was not the user, but the characteristics of the power itself.

Therefore, after seeing that the silver barrier completely covered the two of them, the masked man simply gave up the meaningless attack and tried to use words to stimulate the other party to reveal his flaws.

And he succeeded.

The intern lowered his head and cursed "crazy" before being pulled into the shadow. Although the other person lowered his head and couldn't see his eyes clearly, he still felt that unique, familiar, trembling feeling from his soul.

This feeling has been engraved into the deepest part of his soul, and he can still distinguish it even if it is very faint.

The masked man jumped over the counter and punched the shelf behind which contained a dazzling array of wine bottles.

...

In the deserted street, the shadow in the corner of the flower bed suddenly fluctuated violently, but what emerged from it was not a mutant, but two young people, a man and a woman.

"You go first, don't worry about me." Zhang Xixue had obviously overused her abilities. Her face was pale, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and she looked extremely weak.

Without saying a word, Yan Muyun put her on his shoulders and ran back, but he put her down again before taking two steps.

Zhang Xixue: "?"

"That guy has already caught up." Yan Muyun smiled bitterly.

At this time, Zhang Xixue had already heard the roaring sounds approaching from a distance. The man wearing the husky mask was like a human bulldozer. No matter what was in front of him, he just rammed into it. He seemed to have identified the shortest straight line between two points. reason.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the door of the store not far away collapsed, and a tall and strong figure slowly walked out.

The man was dripping wet, and the pungent aroma of various alcohols mixed with his body could be smelled from a distance. His already thin long sleeves became translucent, and the perfect muscle outline was looming. The hair combed back was stained with some debris, but it did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, it had a violent and ruin-like aesthetic.

"You go first." Zhang Xixue tugged at Yan Muyun's clothes from behind.

"There's nothing wrong with your mind, are you talking nonsense?" Yan Muyun frowned slightly and patted her head.

Zhang Xixue was a little helpless: "Didn't you realize where this is?"

Yan Muyun looked around, but couldn't find a matching scene in his memory. He blinked and asked, "Where is this?"

"Are you a roadie?"

"It's true. I used to take the bus with navigation and always get off at the wrong stop."

"This is a road we've been on before."

"so what?"

"So your nanny is here." A man's tired and lazy voice suddenly came from behind.

Jun Qianmian appeared on the street corner at some point, his naked upper body covered with purple-black liquid, his expression numb and his eyes decadent, with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked quite like a street kid.

The masked man stood still, looking past the two of them and looking directly at the guy who suddenly appeared on the corner of the street, his beast-like instincts constantly sounding the alarm.

It's very dangerous. This man who looks like a hooligan who just finished a fight is very dangerous.

"You should go first, although I don't know why you are rushing there. It's not far from the destination. You can reach it in ten minutes if you run as hard as you can."

Zhang Xixue sighed, and then forced a smile on her face: "Let...Uncle Jun handle it here, I can protect myself."

"Huh?" Jun Qianmian's eyes suddenly widened. He spit out the cigarette in his mouth, the fatigue on his face disappeared, and shouted: "That guy who smells like alcohol is bullying you, right? Don't worry. Give it to uncle!"

However, Yan Muyun was still a little worried and said hesitantly, "Why did you suddenly stop going?"

You must know that she originally planned to rush to the location of the king-level alien species alone. At first, she would follow whatever the other party said, but now she actually gave up on her own initiative.

"First, because I have no strength now and may not be able to keep up with you. Second, because... I find that I may become a drag on you."

Zhang Xixue smiled slightly: "Although the place you are going to is dangerous, your superpower should be able to protect yourself from harm. If I follow you, you will have to distract yourself from protecting one more person."

Yan Muyun understood, perhaps because when he was attacked by a masked man in the clothing store, he opened a silver barrier to resist, but Zhang Xixue could not do anything in the process, so his mentality changed subtly.

"Don't belittle yourself, I can't escape without you."

He grinned, then suddenly stretched out his hand to rub the girl's head, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxue finally obeyed, Uncle Yan is very happy."

"Get out of here!" Zhang Xixue slapped his hand away in disgust and rolled her eyes.

"Then I'll leave, and I'll leave this place to you." Yan Muyun waved his hand, then turned and ran away.

He has nothing to worry about, because Jun Qianmian is here.

Although the masked man is very strong, he certainly cannot defeat the pervert.

Jun Qianmian had already walked over at this time, looking at Zhang Xixue's expressionless side face with a somewhat complicated look.

Although he looks like a teenage high school student, his soul is after all an old man who has lived for more than sixty years, and many things can be revealed at a glance.

Yan Muyun's move just now had many meanings. It could be said that it was just a joke, or it could be said that he was reminding Zhang Xixue of his relationship with his father.

If it is the second meaning, then his attitude is very interesting.

The masked man was still standing there, like a statue, only his eyes moved slightly following Yan Muyun's running back.

He wanted to catch up, but as soon as his steps moved for half a minute, he felt a coldness that penetrated into his bones.

He sighed, slowly turned his head, and looked into the lazy eyes not far away that were filled with murderous intent.

"Was it fun when you were bullying people just now?"

Jun Qianmian grinned, revealing the smile of a mentally ill patient who said he was an expert:

"Let uncle bully you too."