God Killer

City of God, Brazil.

In the dark and small room, the scene of Zheng Xian's riot in Las Vegas, USA was played on the TV screen.

In front of the screen, a woman sat trembling slightly as she watched the screen, and there was a sobbing sound from time to time.

At this time, the door was opened, and the light from outside made the dim room brighter, but then the door was closed, blocking the light from the outside, and darkness returned to the small room.

The strong aroma of coffee mixed with the aroma of milk immediately spread in the room, but the coffee obviously did not arouse the woman's interest at all, and the woman's attention was still on the screen.

The coffee was placed on the table, and the dense steam was billowing in the darkness, like a woman flirting, but unfortunately, neither of the two people in the room was interested in her.

There was silence in the room, two people were sitting and the other was standing, both staring at the screen in the darkness.

After a long time, the picture on the screen disappeared, but the two of them didn't move at all, as if they were frozen there, and they were going to stay frozen forever.

At this time, the alarm sounded suddenly, and the two stiff people reached out to wipe the corners of their eyes, and then the room shook, and even started to sway non-stop, being thrown back and forth. This room turned out to be the interior of a car.

With a loud bang, the room seemed to be bounced up, suspended in the air for a moment, and then fell heavily to the ground.

A huge truck was running desperately on the road, and three helicopters were hovering overhead. Rows of bullets and shells bombarded the truck.

A man emerged from the special shooting port on the top of the train, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulders, he slammed the trigger, a bright yellow firework shot out, and with a bang, a helicopter in the sky The fuselage was bombed and disintegrated directly in the air.

The other two helicopters continued to pull up, and then, angry bullets rained on the cargo box of the truck.

The cargo box of the truck is obviously bulletproof, and the bullets hit it and sparks, most of which are inlaid on the cargo box.

The head of the person sticking out his head to launch the rocket was hit by a bullet, and it exploded with a bang, and then the body was pushed out from inside, blocking the shooting port and turning into a sandbag, and another hole drilled out of it People came, carried a rocket launcher and shot towards a helicopter. The fire snake spewed out, killing one helicopter, and the other helicopter took the opportunity to shoot, and the bullets hit the shield like rain. On the corpse at the shooting port, countless blood mist bounced from the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse was blown into pieces of flesh by bullets, and the blood flowed down the roof, dyeing half of the truck compartment scarlet. s color.

At this moment, the man picked up the rocket launcher loaded with shells and pointed it at the helicopter again.

The pilot on the helicopter was obviously afraid and pulled up the plane rapidly.

But it was too late, the rocket launcher shot out fiercely, directly into the belly of the helicopter, and the plane exploded into a cloud of fireworks behind the train.

The man on the shooting port put the bazooka back to its original position, then got out of the shooting port, and began to rummage among the corpses that had been bombed by bullets. After a while, he found a small nameplate. The man wiped the blood on the nameplate. After wiping it, he hung it around his neck. Around his neck were already dozens of nameplate necklaces that looked the same, but with different words on them.

Every nameplate is a comrade in arms.

The man stood up on the top of the train, the sun was shining brightly above his head, and the sky in Brazil was always as clear and pure as it had been washed.

The man is in his 40s. His face is full of perseverance. He has long hair tied casually behind his head. There is a deep scar on his face that runs through his eyes. So this man is wearing a pirate-like eye patch. The other eye is far more slender than ordinary people.

The truck slowly stopped on the side of the road, and a man in his 40s came out of the cab. This man had burn marks on his arms and even a red burn scar on his face. The scar was ugly, but it was This man has added a lot of heroic temperament.

This man also has a pair of slender eyes, and his face is almost the same as the man on the roof. He is obviously a brother.

The man kicked and there was a bullet hole in it, and the flat tire shouted loudly: "Tong Er, Subaru, come down and change the tire."

Two lazy teenagers jumped out of the car. It looked like they had stayed up all night, and their eyes were listless. However, the two teenagers were very agile in their hands and feet. They changed the tires in less than 5 minutes.

At this time, another woman came out of the truck. This woman's hair was simply and casually tied behind her head. With such a face, there is no need to make up at all. This is what is meant by the so-called adding more.

For a woman, it is necessary to put on heavy makeup to achieve an eight-point appearance if she looks five-point. Why bother with makeup?No matter how other women groom and dress up, they can only get close to her very state, but they can't reach it.

The woman seemed to have just cried, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen. At this time, the man with long hair and thin eyes on the roof jumped down, gently took the woman's hand, touched her forehead with his own, and both closed their eyes , Without verbal communication, two people know what the other party wants to say. Like what you think.

"If you really want to see him, let's go back to China."

After a while, the woman sighed slightly: "Don't bother him, even if he sees him, he will only hate us and won't recognize us. As long as he sees that he is doing well now, that's enough."

"Besides, it is of no benefit to him if we find him. Even if he becomes so powerful now, it is completely useless. Our enemies are those alien life forms that sneak into the human world and want to enslave us. These guys said It’s not certain when they will attack us.”

"We are the ones who are ready to sacrifice our lives on the road at any time. Why do we have to say goodbye to him again? Just treat us as dead, that's the best..."

The man held the woman in his arms, and the two sides seemed to fuse with each other, warming each other.Each feels the pain deep in the other's heart, and dilutes the pain with each other.

At this time, the tire change was completed, and several people quickly got on the car. The man and the woman also got on the truck holding hands, and then the truck started. Soon, under the scorching temperature, it disappeared on the potholed asphalt road, and disappeared into the road distorted by the heat. far away.