Whoosh!

Captain Eight flew up, flew through the air, landed towards the small warehouse skylight, and crawled in.

Several guardians and guardian dogs on duty outside the warehouse were all aware of something and looked at each other.

"Just, did something fly over?"

"Is it Captain Eight?"

Suddenly, they heard a "bang" gunshot in the warehouse!

"It's a signal from the White Team."

"Quick, shake people!"

Following White Latte's instructions, they immediately ran away from the warehouse.

Fireworks are set off at the same time.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two fireworks flew into the sky and exploded.

Bang!

Bang!

When they saw the fireworks, all Fujita colleagues would put down their work and rushed over immediately to form an encirclement!

...

Captain Eight fell lightly into the warehouse.

But I saw many horse lanterns hanging here, and the lights were brightly lit.

Stacks of vines are arranged neatly.

But the huge warehouse still seems empty.

My eyes swept around and saw a boy standing not far away, holding a revolver, looking over coldly.

“White latte!

"You're the only one?"

White latte is wearing social fear boots and carrying an infinite refill.

The bullet cabin was filled with wriggling vine bullets.

What's wrong with being alone?

Is there any problem?

Afraid of making arrangements for you?

White Latte sneered at him and sneered.

"Are you Captain Eight?

"Let's talk a little bit.

"Actually, I can understand that you are here to steal the black gold star vines.

"Man dies for money, birds die for food.

"Before defecting, steal some money.

“Although it is not acceptable, I can understand.

"But... why do you want to kill someone?

"Are those two farmers innocent?"

Captain Eight grinned.

He had already had the answer to this question. He said it briefly at this time.

“Because, I don’t want to be a human being anymore, hahahaha.

"If you don't act like a human being, what's the point of killing a few people?

“What’s the best thing about being a human being?

"Some people have practiced martial arts for decades and cannot be considered professional.

"Someone is a professional martial artist who is beaten into a dog by a madman.

"People are so weak!

"Relying on your own practice, no matter how it is, it is difficult to be too strong.

"But a madman who is not a human being can become stronger by picking human hearts, and you can easily reach the professional level and easily beat martial arts masters!

"Why do I still have to be a human being?"

Captain Eight touched the small wine pot on his waist.

"When I was a human being, I practiced martial arts for decades, and I was only at the professional level.

"After I don't act like a human being, I can make a breakthrough immediately.

"Tonight, I will let you see how powerful I am, who is not a human being!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, he rushed out "swoosh" and his body was like a ghost!

Every muscle and every nerve of his body became restless and entered an overload state!

His limit was briefly broken through at this moment!

Break one of the limits, step on the snow without any trace!

On both sides of the field of view, the goods quickly retreated.

I heard it in my ears, and the sound of the wind roared.

This sense of speed makes people obsessed with it!

White Latte, are you dead?

Um?

When he was charging at high speed, he suddenly realized that it seemed that something was wrong.

Why didn't the distance get closer?

Is I rushing forward, and the white latte retreating?

I rushed very quickly, and I also retreated quickly?

Whoosh!

The wind sounded in his ears, and the speed was indeed very fast.

His body and footwork are the snow-treading without traces at the limit level!

But why is the white latte as fast as he does?

Moreover, the white latte is taking small steps and retreating?

Captain Eight's face turned red!

Someone actually took a small step back, as fast as stepping on snow Wuhen?

This is fucking impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Grass!"

He roared, increased the load on his body, and rushed forward!

...

What the white latte needs to do is adjust the waist muscles and cooperate with the social fear boots.

Then look at Captain Eight's face with his eyes and grinning.

This dog thief, if you want to talk about speed, it is indeed OK.

After all, the white latte also heard it, and the "bulging" wind came from his ears.

...

Captain Eight's ox-eared sharp knife is ready and can be taken out at any time!

But, he couldn't catch up with the white latte!

Is this the fucking lightning step of the sharpshooter?

Where is such a lightning step?

It’s not so fast to step on the electric gate!
To be continued...