Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 439 Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone, even the Dragon King!

It is said that love can be found around the corner, but every time Old Tang turns a corner he either runs into Xiao Hei, who is trying to rob him with a knife, or a pickpocket who is trying to steal his wallet. There has never been a sweet love waiting for him.

Every time he was robbed or his only change was stolen, he would look up at the sky, comforting himself that losing money would ward off disaster and that a better tomorrow was waiting for him.

But he didn't expect that what he would see when he looked up tonight would be a murderous evil ghost.

run!

Without any hesitation, Old Tang, who had survived in America for many years, immediately turned over and got up, running towards the door using his hands and feet.

"boom!"

Just as he ran to the sofa, he heard a loud noise of something heavy falling to the ground behind him. Old Tang didn't even need to turn his head, he knew that it must be the evil ghost that started hunting him, the little white rabbit who had mistakenly entered the haunted house.

In damn America, aren't all ghosts except vampires spirits? Why is he so lucky tonight, so lucky that he meets a physical evil ghost!

Sensing the whistling wind coming from behind him, Old Tang didn't think twice and subconsciously lunged forward, just in time to avoid the sharp blade that was flying past his scalp.

After falling to the ground, Old Tang did not lie there for a while. Instead, he supported himself with his right hand and quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the heavy punch that was about to follow.

With a "bang", the wooden floor was easily pierced. Old Tang, who was rolling over, couldn't help swallowing his saliva. If this punch had hit him hard, he would have been bruised and battered.

But soon he realized something was wrong. Why did this ghost look a little familiar?

Rolling behind the sofa and picking up a folding chair as a self-defense weapon, Old Tang stared at the thin and tall ghost figure who slowly stood up from the ground.

Wearing a black robe and holding a knife as a weapon, with a skull mask that only shows the eyes, isn't this the masked killer in "Scream"? !
Old Tang was not a horror movie fan, but he had a lot of experience watching movies. He immediately recognized which movie the killer's outfit came from, and couldn't help but yelled, "Fuck, are you a human?!"

The hybrid disguised as a ghost had not expected that this lamb that had offered itself to be slaughtered was so agile. It dodged two consecutive attacks and even dared to stop and confront him after realizing that he was not a ghost.

It's so audacious and presumptuous!

"So? Do you want to beg me to spare you?" The masked killer took off the skull mask on his face, revealing a handsome face with a half-smile.

Fuck, why is this guy who plays tricks so handsome, and why do I look so awkward? !

Old Tang cursed the injustice of God in his heart, and pointed at the half-breed pretending to be a ghost by lifting the WWE's most powerful artifact, the folding chair: "Although I don't know what you want to do by hiding here and pretending to be a ghost, but I warn you not to mess around, I am not here alone.

If you want to kill someone to silence them, don't blame my friends who are waiting outside for rushing in and shooting you!"

The half-breed pretending to be a ghost sneered at the words: "What a joke! Do you think I didn't see you sneaking over the wall just now?"

Still want to act like a big shot? No way!

"Just give up struggling, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I promise to give you a death you'll never forget."

The man said, raising his hand that was different from that of an ordinary person and could be called a claw: "I will use it to peel off your skin bit by bit, and then dig out your flesh bit by bit, and even pick out your bones!"

Listening to this extremely arrogant criminal declaration, Old Tang almost laughed out of anger.

Although he was so afraid of the ghost at first that he just wanted to run away and didn't think of resisting, but now he realized that the other party was a living person just like himself, with a bleed bar visible on his body, and that useless fear disappeared instantly.

Thinking back carefully, the attack launched by the opponent just now was not very fast, and he easily dodged it with his physical fitness enhanced several times.

Therefore, the one who should run away is this guy pretending to be a ghost!

Looking at the other person's yellow eyes that looked like Superman, Old Tang sneered, kicked away the sofa that served as a cover, and walked forward carrying the folding chair without saying anything.

The ghost-dressing hybrid raised his eyebrows when he saw this, put one hand on his waist and made an arrogant gesture: "Haha~ Instead of running away, you took the initiative to walk towards me?
Have you realized that there is no escape and want me to give you a quick death?
What a smart decision. Don't worry, I will give you a painless death and ensure that when the police and the medical examiner arrive at the scene..."

"Don't be so self-righteous, you bastard!" Old Tang interrupted the hybrid's chattering, "If I don't come closer, how can I beat you down?"

"Interesting." Hearing that the prey he had chosen was not going to surrender but was planning to fight to the death, the ghost-playing hybrid grinned fiercely and raised his claws to walk towards him:
"In that case, why not get closer?"

In the living room covered with scribbles, the distance between the white man in a black robe and the Asian youth in casual clothes kept closing. When they were only two meters apart, both of them suddenly attacked and injured each other at the same time!

"Go to hell!" The hybrid disguised as a ghost had a fierce light in his eyes, and his hands were as sharp as blades and stabbed at Old Tang's chest and throat.

Old Tang was not to be outdone, he swung a folding chair and smashed it directly on the hybrid's head!

"boom!"

Just as the two sides were about to collide, the door of the haunted house was kicked open by someone from the outside, and then two fully armed men wearing night vision goggles and holding assault rifles rushed in. The red dot shot out by the laser sight accurately landed on the center of the two men's foreheads:
"FBI! Open the door!"

The half-breed pretending to be a ghost was frightened by the sudden red dot on his forehead. His hands slowed down, but he quickly realized something was wrong and tried to lean back to avoid the attack.

late!

With a crisp "bang", the folding chair in Old Tang's hand smashed unceremoniously on the mixed-blood's forehead. The terrifying force knocked him flying, and he hit the wall with a "bang", and then collapsed like a noodle, his life or death uncertain.

"Ah..." Russell and Duke, who had temporarily changed their plan to break into the haunted house and kill the dangerous hybrid to rescue the hostages, stood there in a daze, obviously a little bit unable to believe their eyes. They thought it was a supernatural enthusiast who wanted to die, but he actually knocked the dangerous hybrid with a rating of B+ away with a stool!
"Oh no, how should I write the mission report now?" Russell subconsciously asked his best friend, trying to convey his bad idea with his eyes: "If we report truthfully, our mission score will probably be zero, or we can just catch a good guy and take credit for it. This guy can knock the target away and break into a private house in the middle of the night. He is definitely not a good person!"

But he forgot that he was wearing night vision goggles, and Duke couldn't see his eyes at all.

But, how can we say that they are good friends? They tacitly chose the same response plan without any prior communication.

Duke pointed his gun at Old Tang, who had lost all his strength after knocking the man away, and shouted at him, "Put down your weapon! Let me see your hand!"

This is the basic practice of free and democratic America. When facing armed criminals or hostages, one must remain 100% vigilant. After all, no one can guarantee that after being rescued, the hostages will not suddenly turn against the police and shoot them in the back.

Old Tang also knew that he had to cooperate with the police when he encountered them while armed, but his current identity was the number one terrorist in the United States. He didn't know how many people were eyeing his head, so how could he give up resistance and surrender?

Especially since the one shouting at him was the FBI who had been chasing him for half a month!
Without hesitation, Old Tang turned 360 degrees and immediately let go of the folding chair and raised his hands. His eyes suddenly shone with brilliant golden light: "Captain, don't shoot, it's me!"

The sudden flash of golden light that almost blinded people and the folding chair that whizzed towards them made Duke and Russell instantly confirm their false accusation... Bah, their judgment was correct. The man who knocked down the target of the mission was also a half-blood, or he was a dangerous person who had a guilty conscience and was afraid to face the law enforcement agencies!
Duke lowered his head to avoid the powerful flying chair, and while explaining the situation on the communication channel, he pulled the trigger directly, forcing Old Tang, who was trying to escape through the window, back.

Russell then shot the dangerous hybrid again, and after making sure that the other party would not wake up and interrupt the pursuit, he quickly stepped forward to form a shooting angle with Duke, pinning Old Tang down at the stairs and making him unable to move.

Their magazines were loaded with Frigga bullets specially made by the academy. These alchemical bullets would shatter and vaporize the moment they hit the target, and the anesthetic in the bullet could make a person unconscious instantly, so there was no need to worry about random firing resulting in the target's death.

However, just as they were firing recklessly and preparing to capture the unexpected surprise alive, the roar of the mission commander An Ajie came from the headset:

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing?
Our mission is to secretly capture half-bloods, not to participate in the Iraq War. Your gunshots are so loud that the whole street can hear them!"

"Impossible, we installed a silencer!" Duke subconsciously refuted, but soon realized that the other party was right, because he only installed a silencer on the pistol...

"Shit!" Cursing silently, Duke knew that their mission evaluation this time was probably hopeless. They could only hope that the hybrid who was suppressed by the firepower was of greater value, so that they could at least put the blame for the use of high-powered weapons on him.

Just now, when he met the intruder's golden eyes, he felt a strong pressure. He could also evade the question when Professor Schneider asked him:
Chief, it’s not that we didn’t try hard, it’s just that the other party is too strong!
Old Tang, who was hiding at the corner of the stairs, was so angry that he wanted to curse. This group of FBI was like a dog-skin plaster. He had run to Queens, but they were still able to lock on to his location in the first place.

It had only been two and a half minutes since he left the sewer and entered this haunted house!!!

Looking down the stairwell, the only weapon I could find was a dusty baseball bat. If I used this to fight the FBI, I would probably be turned into a sieve as soon as I rushed out.

Are you going to use that trick again?
Old Tang was a little hesitant, but after the exorcism ceremony, he found that as long as he recited the magic spell given by the fortune teller, he could mobilize the "small universe" in his body to burst out with terrifying power. At the very least, it could burn a house into ruins, and at worst, it could raze a skyscraper to the ground!

He strongly suspected that the FBI was pursuing him so closely not just because of the wanted warrant on him, but also because the biological weapons laboratory in Mold urgently needed him to be the main research subject to see if they could create a biological warrior like Captain America.

But soon, his keen sense of smell caught a strange smell, which was different from the smell of gunpowder explosion when a bullet was fired. It was more like the refreshing smell of top-quality red wine. If he inhaled too much, his head would feel a little drowsy and dizzy.

Damn, this is a tranquilizer bullet!
Old Tang's burning golden eyes widened instantly. He was too lazy to consider whether setting fire in residential areas would accidentally injure civilians. Anyway, those who lived nearby were all high-ranking gang members involved in the underworld. If they died, it would be considered as getting rid of harm to the people!
“￥……#￥%*” He chanted the profound divine incantation softly, and the rich fire element rushed towards him frantically as if paying homage to the monarch. The dark and dim haunted house was instantly lit up with a warm yellow scorching light.

"Fuck, Frigga's bullets didn't work. The opponent is about to release the Word Spirit. Stop him quickly!" Duke hurriedly replaced the live ammunition and shouted to his good friend to take action.

Russell saw the flames lighting up in the stairwell and the air gradually heating up to boiling point, and couldn't help but recall the explosion caused by Jun Yan that he encountered when school started last year when he followed the minister and a Japanese student who had dropped out of school to New York to carry out a mission!

"How come high-risk words like Jun Yan are so prevalent now that they can be used on any hybrid we meet?!"

While complaining angrily, Russell raised his hand and pulled at his waist. The tactical backpack on his back instantly opened, and the countless scalpel-sized and extremely sharp blades inside scattered. Under the control of his Word Spirit·Yin Liu, they rushed towards the corner of the stairs where flames were surging at an extremely fast speed.

Just as Russell was controlling a metal storm composed of countless iron sheets and sharp blades, preparing to wreak havoc in the stairwell and tear apart the hybrids hiding in it, Jun Yan, who required a long period of chanting to condense the fire element, actually exploded!

High-risk Word Spirits like Jun Yan do not have settings to turn off friendly fire or protect the releaser from harm. The first person to suffer from the explosion at such a close distance will definitely be the releaser himself.

Without time to think, Russell realized that the metal storm was about to lose control under the high temperature and flame shock wave. He turned around without hesitation and grabbed his friend who was still shooting, and knocked him out of the door house.

Almost at the moment when they flew out of the door and had not yet had time to fall to the ground, the notorious haunted house was torn apart by the explosion in an instant. The whole street was illuminated by the flames rising into the sky, and Russell and Duke, who were hugging each other, were blown away again by the spreading shock wave.

"Bang!" The two men fell in the middle of the street and almost hit the vehicles parked on the roadside, causing the Execution Bureau to have to pay an additional amount of post-processing fees.

Ajie, who was in command not far away, and Finkel, who was holding a gun and patrolling the battlefield, had already left the bunker and rushed over here. The latter was still feeling lucky that he had let Eva hack into the neighborhood's surveillance system before carrying out the mission, otherwise his dear girlfriend would have to work harder later.

"Well, that guy should be dead, right? And our unlucky target, I hope he doesn't curse me in hell. He won't wake up even without my Frigga bullets."

Russell, whose body was in so much pain that he felt like falling apart, was picked up by Duke, but he still couldn't help but say a few nasty words.

But the best friend did not respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the explosion site with a dull look in his eyes. His tone was extremely solemn, as if he had to repeat a grade because he did not complete enough credits for graduation: "Man, I think we are in big trouble."

Russell was puzzled and followed his gaze. He saw a blurry figure slowly walking towards them in the burning haunted house.

Judging from the size, it is obviously the intruder just now!
"Holy shit! What kind of monster is this?" Russell's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned to look at Finkel who was running wildly behind him: "Hey Minister, our luck can't be so good. Are we going to encounter a pure-blooded dragon again?"

After all, the last time they chased Deadpool, they ran into a fifth-generation species.

"No, it's worse than that, we ran into two this time!"

Finkel's face had not looked good since the troublemaker showed up, and now it was even darker than the bottom of a pot, because at the end of the street, there was a thin figure in a black robe, staggering, walking towards this side step by step.

In the light of the fire, the face as pale as paper had a bit more blush, and the pair of golden eyes as dazzling as the sun added a bit of ferocity!
(End of this chapter)