The solar term is very hot, the weather is hot, sunny to cloudy, and there is no continuous wind direction and breeze.

On the other side of the ocean, the United States, known as the free country, had an urban legend circulated.

The legend is very rustic, but with the explanations of witnesses, it becomes confusing.

Legend has it that it is a man.

A man is a hero.

The United States is not as free as it is in publicity, but this soil full of speculators and operators is indeed easy to breed the fruits of crime.

Therefore, in this country, there have never been many anecdotes of all kinds of lonely heroes.

Little do most of the movies produced in Hollywood are personal heroic films.

But this legend is not handled very well in detail.

Other heroes will definitely shout slogans to make their positions for love and justice, or for their home and dreams.

But this man didn't even shout slogans and was almost regarded as a terrorist.

"He's here again!"

"How did this guy come to the door!"

"Bastard, don't run away. He's only alone, afraid that he will do anything!"

In the slums in the city, four people suddenly ran out of the old building, shouting while running, panic and frightened.

A man walked out of the door, wearing a dress that was so ordinary that he could not be more ordinary, was like the most fashionable new outfit.

His figure and temperament are so perfect.

His ordinary appearance seemed to contain strange charm, making people unable to help but turn their attention to him, as if they were the focus of the world.

This is a man destined to be extraordinary.

But he only has the most ordinary beliefs.

call out!

The man suddenly disappeared from the spot, and one of them appeared behind him, his fist penetrated his back heart, appeared in front of his chest, holding a beating heart in his hand.

Knead.

"FK! Jason is dead! Kill in seconds!"

"We want to avenge him."

"I can't tell you what a fuck, we can't protect ourselves!"

The other three looked desperate and looked at the man who slowly pulled out his bloody palms.

He looked over.

What kind of eyes are there, no indifference, no peace, no anger, and even no murderous intent.

Deep! Down!

It seems like endless hell.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three more punches were swung.

There is no prayer, no begging for mercy, and no forgiveness.

The luster in the eyes quickly dimmed, and the vitality in the body quickly peeled off. Even if they were all psychics, they could not stop the passage of life.

Francons has a haunted house with great reputation. It is said that every night, the bloodthirsty monsters in the haunted house will come out to kill people and drink blood.

The victim died in a very miserable state, as if he had been stuffed into a large separator, twisted into a towel, peeled raw juice, and drained the last drop of blood.

In order to capture the bloodthirsty monster, District 52 launched a large-scale move and set up an ambush.

In the darkness, the dilapidated and deserted garden villa is dark and silence, which makes people feel uneasy.

"No matter how terrifying the terrifying, it is not necessarily better than the famous Huiyang Ghost Tower in China."

The little goatbeard, who was responsible for capturing the bloodthirsty monster, subconsciously ordered a roasted cigar and sucked the clouds.

“Sir, why?”

The young commissioner wondered.

"The monsters in this villa can kill at most three or five people overnight, but the techniques are cruel and personalized, which does not mean how powerful it is. However, if an evil ghost comes out of Huiyang Ghost Tower, you can walk in the daytime, summon hundreds of ghosts to parade, and swallow the souls of the entire block alive!"

The young commissioner smacked his lips: "Then why don't they do that?"

"The reason why they don't do this is purely because they are Chinese ghosts, they are low-key and don't like to cause trouble."

The little goatee sighed. Everyone in the world said that the old beauty is beautiful, but only the old America is worried.

The land and land support the other people. The monsters and monsters that come from the United States are also infected with the habits of the United States, doing evil and killing innocent people everywhere. Why don’t you learn from the same kind on the other side of the ocean and be a monster in a low-key manner?

"Sir, who are the people there? Haven't seen them before?"

The young specialist was on his first day at the attendance. He had a whole group of experienced veteran drivers around him. He was extremely safe, was not afraid, was curious about everything, and wanted to ask about everything.

The little goatee was not angry. He also came from young. He raised his chin and glanced at the direction of ten o'clock. He wrote a "weak" in his left eye and a "man" in his right eye. A cold humming sounded from his nostrils, fully demonstrating his disdain and contempt.

"upstart."

So old drivers are still old drivers. Some people are talking nonsense and can't convey meanings, and they are summarized by the word "Little Goatbeard".

The young specialist said oh, and he was no longer interested.

Since veteran drivers say that these people are nouveau riche, there is no need to pay attention to it.

Little Goatbeard saw the disbelief in the eyes of the young commissioner, shook his head and said nothing. Experience can only be practiced, and it is useless to just impart it.

On a summer evening, a stream of air conditioning suddenly spread out from the haunted house, and heavy frost spread from the house to the outside, even the thick leaves of the two fig trees in the back garden were covered with a layer of white.

"Here you come!"

The little goatee put away his relaxed expression, and his small eyes under the tortoiseshell mirror suddenly became sharp.

A qualified District 52 specialist will do his best even if he catches mice.

As soon as the mutation occurred, more than a hundred cold-faced men in black appeared in the empty streets. They were equipped with a combat uniform, and they were holding various strange weapons with a very high technological content at a glance.

Not to mention, Mo Chao's technological content alone is more than that of modern technology for fifteen years. You can see various ghosts, strange magnetic fields, energy vortexes, and combat power detection functions.

The young commissioner took off the optical camouflage on his body, excitedly took out a small round handle, pressed his thumb, and made a start sound of 'may the force be with you!'. A light blade popped up, and the dazzling light illuminated half the street.

"According to regulations, the particle lightsaber can only be vibrated and not set voice when it is turned on. What are the broken things you changed? And who asked you to draw the lightsaber!"

The young commissioner was scolded and turned the switch again, and with a gushing sound, the conspicuous lightsaber disappeared.

After this incident, even the little goatee was a little embarrassed.

No one noticed that in this dark and light struggle, a Taoist figure suddenly appeared and disappeared.

"Shadow Group 2, 3, 4, 5, surround, Shadow Group 1, break through, Shadow Group 6, Special Specialists are on standby, and assist with the situation, and the operation begins."

Without saying anything, Xiaoshan Goatbeard kicked open the fence door, loaded the powerful gun in his hand, and led a large group of people into the room.

Bang!

This time, it was not a kick, but a firearm. Two powerful guns as big as palms were shot directly into the door and frame, and the wood chips that were thin with thumbs were emitted, and there was also blue smoke.

All the windows and doors outside the house were smashed, and the magnetic grenades were pulled out and the safety pins were thrown in. The little goat beard made a move and everyone retreated to a safe distance.

one two three!

It was silent, but in the Mo Chao lenses of the specialist in District 52, the whole room was instantly shrouded by a violent magnetic field!

Except for glass and ceramic products, everything else was trembling under the action of the melting magnetic grenade.

The plastic trash can melt like ice cream, the kitchen metal plate sparked with electric arcs, the old large bed in the bedroom turned black and carbonized, and then it began to burn...

In this case, no matter whether it is a living person, a dead ghost, or other strange species, as long as they enter that place, there will be no second choice except turning into barbecue and soul particles.

The content of technology is so terrifying.

Accept, digest, absorb, and then produce, technological civilization is not as fragile as many people think.

But these District 52 commissioners did not seem very happy.

"WTF! What the hell are these two radiators?!"

In Mo Chao's penetrating mirror, two human-shaped outline living organisms with energy fluctuations and explosive energy in the fire bedroom were added. The frantic magnetic field flowed to them and was forced to isolate and rejected, forming a safe and non-magnetic environment.
Chapter completed!