Liu Meng's shrill screams sounded, and even Abel, a veteran, died under the sudden attack of Junxiong. How could he escape Junxiong's attack as a newcomer?

doublekill!

Liu Meng's head was torn off by Junxiong. However, this is not the most terrifying thing. What is terrifying is that Junxiong, who has done all this, seems to be like a child getting his beloved ball toy.

"Smack it..."

Liu Meng's head kept bounced back and forth on Junxiong's pale hands and the strong floor like a ball.

The pair of eyes full of fear and reluctance stared at the reincarnationists with hideous eyes.

"Baji!"

After all, his head was not a ball. After several hits, Liu Meng's head finally did not bounce off the ground like a ball that was deflated.

Junxiong, who lost the toy again, was not annoyed, but turned his head, staring at the other reincarnation people with no intention.

No one was willing to be the next Liu Meng. Even the four Xiaoji Yima, who were holding the pencil tightly, couldn't help feeling nervous after being stared at Junxiong's eyes.

However, it was this chill that rose from the bottom of the heart that made James Moorta, who had the worst psychological quality among the four, subconsciously let go of the right hand that was originally holding the pencil tightly.

Xiaoji immediately noticed this, and he couldn't help but roar: "Damn it, what did you do! The ceremony was interrupted!"

Accompanied by Xiao Ji Yima's roar, the female ghost in white and the ‘woman in red’ were like the Chu-Han River Realm, and the even-match battle was like a falling domino.

The scarlet nails in the red-clothed woman no longer had the same sharpness as before. Facing the thick black hair of the female ghost in the white, which was almost invisible, she could no longer tear it apart as easily as before.

"Meow!"

It seemed as if a naughty child had discovered a new toy again. Junxiong's eyes that did not contain half of human emotions stared at the Black Stone that was close to him.

The big black ball in front of you may be more durable...

Just as the reincarnationists were working hard to survive, they were in a room with a straight line distance of no more than three kilometers from the police station.

The room is surrounded by computers, and in the middle is a square table with a simple paper picture on it.

If someone who studies military equipment is in this room, he will definitely be surprised to find that all the equipment in the room, whether it is a communicator placed on a table or a monitor set up on the street, is almost all military equipment without exception.

In the small room, there are on-site thermal imaging images, voice communication, and spatial diagrams. This is completely a small combat command center.

There is no doubt that this is the national machine taking action. le, troops) special quick response team, which does not exist in any written documents of the Japanese government. Every member who joins this team must have a skill and undergo layers of selection. It can be said that any member of this team, who is picked up separately, is the best in the army.

The purpose of the Japanese government establishing this team is to deal with the expansion and occurrence of so-called supernatural events.

After all, whether it is the once-provoking curse video tape or the haunted house of Kayako, if the government does not come forward, it will not take long to cause severe social panic.

The unnatural deaths of the reincarnators renting hotels in the previous hotels also attracted the attention of this army.

As long as it is not a wine bag, anyone with a little IQ will look suspiciously on other reincarnators who rent hotels.

The not-so-spacious room was filled with people, but there was no noise at all. Everyone was performing their work step by step like a robot. The atmosphere seemed a bit weird.

"The captain has two dead! If we don't take action, those groups of people will definitely die there! We have to leave a living mouth so that we can know what happened!" Finally, a slightly immature voice broke the strange quietness.

The owner who ignored the tender voice, the policeman wearing four star epaulettes on his shoulders was staring at the surveillance camera in front of him, focusing on the white-clothed female ghost and the red-clothed 'woman' in the picture, murmured in a nearly inaudible voice: "Supernatural existence! This time, I will never make the same mistake again."

After a while, he slowly picked up the communicator beside him and spoke: "It's midnight now at 0:56. The task will start in 4 minutes. The final countdown is over. Please pay attention to each team."

On the computer's thermal imaging floor plan, six red dots kept flashing, corresponding to the reincarnation people who are still alive at this moment. It turns out that there are eight such red dots.

"Are the teams of abcd in place?"

"Team a ok, you have reached the designated position! Prepare it!"

"Team B OK, you can take action at any time."

"Team C is ready!"

"Team D is ready!"

"All teams, missions begin, prepare for action!"

With the man's order, five strong men in black anti-terrorism uniforms ignited the "Molotov cocktail" in their hands and smashed them hard towards the police station.

However, a strange scene happened. This kind of lethality was huge. Even if it touched the sand, it would burn for a long time. After touching the solid wood floor of the police station, it did not burn with the flow, causing a raging fire.

Instead, it seemed to be extinguished directly under the influence of some mysterious force, and not even a small flame was left behind.

"Squad A failed mission and is undergoing withdrawal...ah...ah...ah...attack..."

On the other end of the communicator, the screams of Team A came, followed by the sound of the bone twisting of the "grizzle" skeleton.

"Squad A, what happened? Answer me! Hurry up, adjust the picture to the operation location of Squad A!"

The staff sitting in front of the computer was flying quickly on the keyboard with their hands, and the pop-up window jumped out.

The picture that should have been seen in detail is now vaguely mosaic like the Eighteen Forbidden Movie of a certain island country, and I can't see anything clearly.

"Click the picture closer!" the man whispered.

As the keyboard was quickly typing, the picture on the monitor shook quickly, and the picture was frozen on the face of a woman covered in blood stains. Then the screen suddenly turned black and no more pictures appeared.

"Squad B requested support, and was...ah...mom..."

"Squad C, encounter...attack...monster...ah..."

The three specially trained fast reaction teams of abc were wiped out in less than a few seconds!

This made the originally orderly combat command instantly boil like a pan with water.

"How is this possible!"

“What the hell are we facing?”

"What should I do next, sir?" Everyone anxiously turned their eyes to the man who was bowing his head and pondering at this moment.

He ignored the anxious gaze of his subordinates. The man knew very well that if he even became busy at this time, he would only be distracted.
Chapter completed!