Soul Painter

Evacuate again.

Transfer again.

Once again to pull Gaofan out of his creation.

But this time, after knowing what happened, Gao Fan was reluctant to leave.

Facing Wu Haoxue who came to pull him, Gao Fan asked him, "Is the Prime Minister an idiot?"

"No?" Wu Haoxue answered in confusion, what kind of question is this.

"If the Prime Minister is not an idiot and our whereabouts have been revealed for so long, why are we fleeing now? I mean, the Prime Minister must have expected us to flee, maybe even planted bombs in the sewers we are used to, etc. Don't you know that the **** emperor and the prime minister, the despicable pair of demons, like to engage in all kinds of traps?" Gao Fan calmly said sentence after sentence, making Wu Haoxue stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Painter, you're right." At this time, the voice of Sanbao came from the door, "but we still have to try, otherwise we will be surrounded here, and we will die. In addition, what you don't know is that in Tomorrow, the emperor and the prime minister will launch a 'Pearl Harbor sneak attack' on your motherland. Three million minions will be thrown into your country, which will also drag Dongying into the abyss of war. If we die, we can't die there. This, but to die in the fight to stop this war, to die here, is pointless."

"God Emperor is going to sneak attack on the mainland? Still throwing three million minions?" Gao Fan wondered, "Is he okay? This can't be successful, right?"

"Yes." Wu Haoxue nodded his head, "I don't have time to tell you the detailed plan. In short, it's very crazy, and there is still a chance of success!"

"Does STK know about this plan?" Gao Fan asked again.

"I know." Wu Haoxue said.

"What are their instructions and advice?" Goff asked.

"They..." Sanbao, who was standing at the door, hesitated before answering, "They asked us to protect you."

"That's right~" Gao Fan picked up the pen again, "Listen to STK, the president is 100 years old, and he has eaten more salt than you have ever eaten instant noodles. Listening to him is absolutely right."

While talking, Gao Fan started to paint his own painting again. The characters in the painting have been completed, only the background is left, and the source of the last trace of mystery in this painting is the silver key, his system, painting it. , Gao Fan is handy, the entanglement is only in the form of expression, the 'world' skill is a must...

Wu Haoxue looked at Gao Fan, who had entered the creative state again, and was a little confused.

And Sanbao frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Wu Haoxue: "Wu Sang, what is your choice...?"

"I must be with the teacher." Wu Haoxue said without hesitation.

"Then I wish you good luck. When we leave, we will surely attract the attention of a group of demon legions, and you, it's better to take the opportunity to leave here." Behind Sanbao, Ryuzaki and Minase Yangmeng are already standing.

Ryuzaki is changing into a flying hydra state, and the whole person presents a transparent inorganic texture. In this state, although he has gained the convenience of action, his logic and way of thinking are closer to the devil, and it is more difficult to communicate. After all Every time he returns to the demon form, he is one step closer to the ancestors of the demon.

"Aren't the painter and the shooter with us?" Minase Yangmeng was a little disappointed, and even forgot to use honorifics.

"Wherever you die, it's your destination." "Demon" Ryuzaki let out a mocking laugh.

"Take care." Wu Haoxue, Sanbao, and Minase Yangmeng said to each other at the same time, they realized that this parting is a goodbye, and there must be no chance to see each other in this life.

When looking at the back of the Tokyo team leaving, Wu Haoxue seemed to hear the rustling of the wind. Maybe when the Tokyo team waved to him, he could also see the cherry blossoms that represented the separation in his eyes.

When the Tokyo team arrived in the courtyard, Ryuzaki jumped into the sewer first. His body was pulled to a length of nearly ten meters like a chewed bubble gum. The last one left in the sewer was a man. An open transparent 'pocket' resembling a high-altitude rescue channel.

Sanbao and Minase Yangmeng jumped down respectively.

Afterwards, the 'Ryuzaki' demon train took them to the direction of Shinjuku and Yokosuka. According to the God Emperor's plan, in Yokohama, 45 kilometers away from Shinjuku, the newly created 3 million demon army was assembled. They will start a strategic sneak attack that will shock the world again at dawn tomorrow.

Even if the Tokyo team gets rid of the prime minister's siege and pursuit, and gets there, it can play a limited role. The three of them can't fight against three million minions, even 30,000.

But if you want to die, you have to die on the most useful battlefield.

This is the unanimous view of Sambo, Ryuzaki and Minase Yangmeng.

And Wu Haoxue watched the three of them leave and quietly sighed after they entered the sewer.

"Everyone has their own way of dying." Gao Fan's voice came from behind the drawing board, "Xiao Wu, I still need about ten hours of creative time. You have to protect me well, this is for world peace."

"Yes, teacher, I will die before you." Wu Haoxue said quietly, "and STK also coordinated three powerful investigators, saying that they should have arrived."

"Of course, they know that only I can save the world..." Gao Fan said in a soft but firm voice.

at this time.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

A large number of explosions began to appear near the house.

It's like a sewer where firecrackers were thrown by some naughty child during Chinese New Year.

One after another, the manhole covers were blown into the sky by the huge fireworks, and the flames bursting out from below also carried the smoke and stench unique to TNT explosives.

Judging from the location of the flame explosion, it can be judged that the Tokyo team is rapidly leaving the Shinjuku area.

And this flame, like the first firecrackers in the New Year's Eve, triggered a series of chain explosions.

…

The east side of this Shinjuku residence.

A sturdy, blond middle-aged man wearing a full combat armor stopped to look at the sky, and then stopped to meet at the predetermined location, because the prompt from the STK operator told him that this was the scheduled battlefield.

He quickly jumped to a nearby house, found the highest point, took out the sniper rifle from his back, and in the scope, he saw the B-class puppet minions that appeared in the street like a hundred ghosts at night, several kilometers away.

boom!

A sniper bullet shattered the head of a Class B puppet.

…

west side.

Dressed in white embellished cheongsam with white tassels in pure sheepskin pointed-toed shoes.

Just woken up from hibernation.

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Looking at the night sky in Dongying, imagining the prosperity of Shanghai, a little bit of idle worry came to my mind.

The minions in front of her are closer and appear to be more numerous than those of 'Black Caesar'.

So she stretched out her palm and gently patted the wall beside her. The power of 'ringing' caused the wall to collapse, and a large number of bricks suddenly floated into the air. She wandered through it, chopping, chopping, pushing, sending, turning the hundreds of bricks into flying arrows and shooting them into the group of minions, causing the minions to bleed blood, and even lose their heads in serious cases. .

…

North side.

The white-haired young man Hua Xiong drew out his big sword.

He said, "Hey, transform!"

The big toy sword was immediately filled with crimson light.

He waved his sword and charged towards the minions in front of him.