"You'd better make sure you have enough research value, otherwise I will definitely beat you into a hornet's nest..."

He walked to the bed, his hand fell on the other party's sleeve, and was about to pull open his cuffs. The unconscious person suddenly reacted.

"He" closed his elbows, raised his hand, and hit his fist at the other party's chin. With a painful cry of "ah", he turned over and sat up on the bed, revealing a pair of pupils that were darker than the darkness. His murderous aura was cold, like a wild beast that was difficult to train.

At the same time, the sound of messy footsteps suddenly came from outside the room, accompanied by the sound of people talking.

"Not good! They are catching up!"

“Retreat now!”

"yes!"

The voices and footsteps boiled in an instant. The person who fell to the ground was about to call someone, but the person sitting on the bed rushed over at a faster speed than he made a sound. If you look closely, you will find that "his"'s eyes are very confused, and all the movements seem to be engraved in your body's instinct for danger.

"He" rushed over, covered the man's mouth, and with a "click" sound, he simply twisted the other's neck out with a "click".

Cold.

Sharp.

It's terrifying.

It is even more cruel and cold-blooded than the special forces soldier who have received rigorous training.

After stopping the irritating sound of "" blood", the man stayed in place without looking at the corpse on the ground. His dark eyes were blankly and sharply looking at the completely closed environment around him. The sealed air seemed to arouse some dark instinct, making "he" even more manic.

"He" gasped heavily, looked at the door, like a fish that was not breathing, and walked over coldly.

A suffocation circling in his chest, and the painful "he" wanted to go crazy. If he did not breathe the free air, he would always feel like he might die...

The black and gray hand held the door handle, as if he had used all his strength in his body. "He" pulled open the door, and his movements were so rude that even the door panel was removed.

The wind blows in.

Accompanied by the blasting sound of snatching explosives.

The ground was covered in blood.

The breath was filled with the breath of blood and fire.

"He" stood there, his black eyes staring at the transparent glass window opposite him. It was not enough...not enough...

"He" wanted to break the window and run out completely.

It seemed as if there was something "his" dreamed of.

"He" walked out.

The man who was organizing a retreat outside the door, suddenly turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a man in a mess in his pupils. He was thin and slender, but his spine was straight and so dirty that he couldn't see his face clearly. He walked towards the window step by step.

The man saw the corpse lying on the ground at the door, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a furious manner, "Catch him!"

Everyone in the room rushed towards "him".

The next second, the figure who could fall down at any time suddenly rushed towards the nearest attacker. His fast movements could not see clearly at all. Even if he saw clearly, he would not have time to react.

"He" snatched the gun that attacked the man, pointed it at the cruel hunter in the room, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang

Six bullets, none of them were false.

The man's face turned blue.

It seems that they accidentally brought out an amazing "thing".

But danger and harvest accompanies it. The man stared at the thin and slender figure. He put down a few people near the window and ran towards the window.
Chapter completed!