Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

"enough--"

The old voice sounded from behind the doctor, and the old man Pan Delong made a hoarse voice, interrupting the boring quarrel between the two parties.

Obviously he was the real principal. Once the order was issued, although the doctor was unwilling, but after all he did not sneer, it made Huai Shi take advantage.

The old man looked up, looking at them indifferently, and finally fell on Huai Shi's body, nodding clearly: "It seems that this is the new classical music teacher of the Ivory Tower, right? He is indeed a former S-level cadre of the Astronomical Society..."

"Now also, thank you."

Huai Shi added: "You have forgotten the titles of Disaster Musician, Abyssal Kitchen Demon, Legendary Investigator, and Paradise Prince, as well as the nickname of Jinling Decapitated King. When you introduce others, remember to introduce them all."

As he said, he took out a golden certificate from his pocket: "Now, I suspect that this is a premeditated and organized terrorist attack on the Bureau of Control. Please squat down on the spot with your head in your hands and cooperate. The next review and judgment of the Astronomical Society, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot—"

In Huai Shi's hand, a heavy revolver was spinning flexibly at his fingertips, and the pitch-black muzzle swept in front of every opponent.

Killing intent is not sent.

"I've heard the name of the judge."

The old man shook his head nonchalantly: "However, Mr. Huaishi wouldn’t think that we would just move out of the Astronomical Society’s title, would we be arrested? Besides, I’m also the inspector of the South American Division of the Administration Bureau... Do you want to use a black letter to scare you Me?"

"No black letter is needed, this is enough."

Huai Shi raised the gun and pointed it at his old face: "Don't let me repeat, hold your head in both hands, squat down, now, immediately, immediately—"

The answer to Huai Shi was a diamond that turned flexibly at Pan Delong's fingertips.

It's as big as a fist.

Massive tyrannical sources are bound in it, and the blazing light and thunder can be vaguely seen. Equivalent enough to incinerate the entire train.

"Are you sure you want me to let go?" Pan Delong stepped forward and asked mockingly: "I think it's not bad for everyone to die together. Anyway, I can live in my eighties. But it's a pity that there are so many students in the car. That's it."

"Then let go."

Huaishi's heart not only did not fluctuate at all, but instead showed the iconic expression of Brother Wu Fei: "You can let me see it, and bet whether it is you or me today."

"Alright, Huai Shi."

Andrea made a voice after all: "Let them go."

In silence, Huai Shi stared indifferently into the eyes of the old man. For a long time, she smiled and withdrew the pistol: "Just kidding, why is the old man so nervous? Who doesn't know that my paradise prince Xiao Huaishi is the most softhearted. Others bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled... Let's go, let's come and play often next time."

Without saying anything, Pan Delong stretched out his hand and pressed it on the doctor's body.

The figures of several people were suddenly illusory.

At the last moment, as if unintentionally, that diamond fell from his hand...

And it seems to be too careful.

The gun in Huai Shi's hand was just raised, and it was aimed at the old man's face, and it happened to be...

Amidst the terrifying roar of the abyss, the tyrannical light gushes out from the ultra-small trial device. The horrible light beams capable of defeating the imprints of miracles converge into a single line, tearing half of Pan Delong’s face and penetrating the deck. Afterwards, it flew out obliquely.

It seemed that the sky was also cut by a sharp blade, and that hot ray of light passed over the city of Fire that had already been thrown behind him, before slowly dissipating.

The scream stopped abruptly.

They have disappeared without a trace.

Before that, Raymond had already thrown out the flail in his hand. On the barbed iron ball at the end of the chain, he suddenly opened a big mouth, swallowing the elemental bomb that was about to burst into his mouth.

There was a muffled sound.

Thick black smoke came out of Raymond's mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

He felt choking, wiping a nose, sucking down air-conditioning: "This is like goods ...... hiss hiss Ha ha, but the taste is really interesting Son."

Huai Shi's eyes straightened.

For the first time he saw someone swallowing a bomb alive and not dead.

Suddenly surprised.

Why does this buddy have such a good stomach?

"Normal, normal, normal operation." Raymond wiped his face, be sure to look at the Lord of the Flies in Huaishi's hand: "Where did you buy this thing? Can you let me play it? I just touch it twice. ..."

"You are playing with your horse!"

Beelzebub was furious: "Brother smelly, stop dreaming, okay!"

Before it continued to breathe more fragrance, Huaishi hurriedly stuffed it back into his bag, and smiled sorryly at Raymond: "Sorry, it has a bad temper."

"I carved you--"

Before Huai Shi had finished speaking, he heard a sharp voice roaring angrily, which turned out to be the flail in Raymond's hand.

A big mouth was opened on the barbed hammer, and people started to curse...just halfway through, Raymond picked up a table and gagged his mouth.

The two glanced at each other, and their awkward expressions suddenly became more subtle.

They patted each other on the shoulders to show sympathy.

Life is not easy...

"Unfortunately, this group of **** ran away."

Before going to appease the students and clean up the mess, Huai Shi couldn't help sighing.

"It's ok."

Andrea calmly blew out the flames at her fingertips, full of malice: "It made it seem like they were the only ones who would attack the Ivy League... Hey, when my old lady went to blow up those little **** at Imperial University, they were still reading. Preschool."

"..."

Huai Shi's expression twitched.

Are your academic circles persecuting each other so crazy?

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Above the endless sea of ​​fire, the eternal black cloud suddenly turbulent, a huge scarlet airship burst out of the cloud.

In the living room inside the airship, after a flash.

The members of the troupe flashed abruptly, and then Pan Delong fell to the sky, hot blood gushing from the scorched wound on his head.

The mask shattered.

Hit hard!

No, it should be said... not far from death.

Just a blow.

The scholars who rushed to the rescue suddenly took a breath: If this hadn't come back quickly, I'm afraid they would have died in half a minute.

"Don't panic, leave a few people and give me first aid first, Harley Quinn also needs surgery—"

Pan Delong, who should have died immediately, now said: "Doctor, you and the colonel go to report to the vice principal. The other teachers should also be waiting, don't delay."

"Since the Ivory Tower has requested reinforcements, it is not enough to rely on our second batch of support. We should organize three phases of reinforcements immediately. No matter what, the Twilight Country cannot fall into the hands of the Ivory Tower, otherwise our efforts for so many years will be wasted. ."

At the end of the day, he looked gloomy: "Also, remind the vice principal to be vigilant and prevent the ivory tower from attacking chickens..."

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The pen shook and moved away from the screen.

A face looked down, approached, and frowned: "The word'strike' for'attack' is wrong...Forget it, let's do it, it's time for the exciting little monster to appear."

So, the manuscript just drawn was taken off the drawing board.

Just in the heat of countless lava not far away, the sound of airships whizzing by came from overhead, and gradually disappeared.

On the stone mountain, the painter of sketching was humming a song, flipping through his own material book, scanning his fingers one by one from the setting map of those huge monsters, and finally stopped on a monster that looked like a wolf and a dragon.

"Aha, the inspiration for Witch's Night, this is it!"

The main lecturer of the oil painting class from the Ivory Tower, Kelly Christian, who is a temporary guest cartoonist, nodded happily, and once again picked up the paintbrush——

Thus, in the raging sea of ​​fire in the distance, a pair of huge eyes opened slowly.

It is hungry.

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Since then, no accidents have happened.

I haven't experienced any strong winds and waves. The only problem is the deepening of hell. Many students have allergic reactions.

But this is not a big deal for the sublimator, it's like altitude sickness. It takes about one or two days of cultivation. If it doesn't work, **** an oxygen cylinder and take some medicine.

In this way, about forty hours later, the train smoothly passed through two levels of boundary gates and road signs, and appeared in the run-down temporary station.

They arrived early.

But I don't know why, after docking for a long time, the platform is still empty.

Under the noon sun, there was no one.

The town of dusk is extremely quiet at this moment.

Only the dust fell silently from the crack in the rain shield above his head, dancing in the sunlight.

No one came to meet him, and even the entire station was not left behind. Here, the in-depth interference is too serious, and the radio system cannot contact the people in the district.

For a while, everyone didn't even know what to do.

A little lost and hesitated.

In the weird and silent atmosphere, there were only scenes of decadence and depression outside the window. The entire station seemed to have been abandoned. Even after Raymond yelled through the loudspeaker several times, no one responded~www.ltnovel.com~they It seems to have been abandoned.

When I thought that this was a **** far away from the present, all the reinforcements felt a wave of uneasiness from the heart.

When Huai Shi volunteered to get out of the car to investigate, she was caught by Andrea.

"Wait a minute, look at that—"

Andrea raised her hand and pointed at the sign hanging outside the window.

It was as if they were afraid that they would not be able to see them. Several signs were either hung or inserted everywhere on the platform, but most of them began to fade and it was difficult to distinguish the writing on them.

It can only be analyzed by guessing.

[Please do not get off the bus! ! ! 】

Just in the handwriting of ‘Don’t get off the car’, the special red mark is bolded, and there is even a stone monument standing next to it with the same content.

I can't wait to put this line on their faces.

But it hasn't been maintained for too long. Those signs are either dimly faded or directly decayed and broken. Not many can be identified, only a few vaguely can be seen clearly.

[No matter what happens, never get out of the car, please pull down the curtains, keep the temperature and artificial light illumination]

[Don’t get off]

[Draw down the curtains! ! 】

[Keep the temperature! ! ! 】

[Keep the interior lighting! ! ! 】

Several warning slogans were written directly on the ground, but only dim traces remained, which were almost indistinguishable. Only the handwriting on the stone tablet was still clearly visible.

In addition to repeatedly emphasizing these few, there is only the last solemn reminder.

【Waiting for dusk】

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The third shift is over, thank you for your reward, the second silver league, I didn’t fall asleep for a happy night~

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