2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Don't move. Who are you and why are you following us?" Yan Muyun asked, pressing the other party to the floor.

"You...are not...her." The strange man's accent was a bit strange, and his words felt extremely laborious.

Yan Muyun sensed that the other party was about to make a move and shouted sternly: "Don't move!"

At this moment, he felt a biting chill coming towards him, and his hands suddenly exerted force almost subconsciously, and directly removed the opponent's right arm with a click.

This kind of pain would make most people scream for mercy, but the other person seemed to feel no pain and still roared and struggled hard.

"Get up!" Yan Long quickly grabbed his uncle's shoulders and pulled him up from the ground. After Yan Muyun stood firmly, he realized that the surface of his arms had been covered with thick ice crystals.

The strange man on the balcony stood up unsteadily, one arm hanging limply by his side, his eyes fierce, as if he wanted to pounce on him.

Yan Taki had already found two coins between the fingers of his right hand. As long as the other party made further threats, he would not mind smashing them into pieces.

The strange man seemed to be aware of the danger and hesitated before entering the living room. There was a weird gurgling sound coming from his throat, and even though he was wearing a mask, one could feel that he was baring his teeth.

Yan Muyun and Yan Taki both had a strange feeling at this time. The man standing in front of them looked more like an uncivilized beast than a human being.

Just when Yan Muyun was about to try to use [Silver Guard] to trap his opponent for the first time, the man suddenly jumped back and drilled out of the large circular hole in the floor-to-ceiling window behind him with extremely precise accuracy.

"Oops, villains like to jump off buildings. What kind of corporate culture is this?"

Regardless of the ice crystals still hanging on his arms, Yan Muyun took the first two steps and looked down. The man's intact left hand was seen sliding down quickly against the wall of the building, leaving a long ice mark along the way.

"I'll notify Captain Wei now." Yan Long's eyes flickered.

"I want to emphasize that the other party may be a genetic warrior. When he struggled just now, I felt a little unable to hold him down." Yan Muyun turned around and added.

After all, he is also specialized in E-level power. If he suppresses an ordinary person, there will be no problem at all.

"Gene warrior?" Yan Long was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After all, the control of genetic medicines in China is extremely strict. If the other party is a genetic warrior, it is very likely that he was once a commissioner of the Special Branch or an agent of the police's special investigation department.

But he quickly reacted and said softly: "Captain Wei, that guy is going down. The frost superpower is suspected of being a genetic warrior. His rank is not high, so be careful."

...

Next to the white stone carved fountain downstairs, Wei Jun, who was wearing short sleeves and with strong muscles, folded his arms in front of his chest and looked up at the tall building in front of him with an expressionless face. Wherever he could see, a fuzzy black dot appeared. Slide down quickly in a straight line.

He rarely gets angry, and he always warns his team members not to be carried away by anger when encountering problems. It is very important to stay calm whether facing aliens or awakened beings.

But now he was angry, very angry.

The strange man landed heavily on the lawn, his legs softened and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The hat on his head had been blown to an unknown place by the high wind, revealing his curly short brown-black hair.

The man slid vertically for hundreds of meters. He was very tired by now. Before he could take a breath, he saw an iron tower-like figure not far away pushing through the trees and walking towards him.

"Stop resisting. Please come with me to the Special Branch."

Wei Jun's right arm entered the petrified state and he grabbed the collar of the man sitting on the ground.

The dark brown pupils of the man in the mask shrank slightly, and his left hand was subconsciously blocked in front of him. White mist was sprayed out in a columnar shape, and the big stone hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice crystals.

"Are you sure you want to resist arrest?" Wei Jun frowned slightly, with suppressed anger in his tone.

I saw the five fingers of his right hand opening and closing, and the thick ice crystals turned into crumbs and fell onto the lawn, his movements barely stopping at all.

However, the man seemed to not understand what he said. He rolled on the spot and dodged to the side. At the same time, he used his ability to slowly build a semi-arc thick ice wall of half a meter around him, forming a barrier around himself. Strongly protected at the back.

Wei Jun took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

He was not in a very good mood during this period, and he usually tried not to show his emotions to avoid worrying his teammates.

Not to mention that I just experienced a series of bad experiences this afternoon such as being rejected for my confession, the person I like being in danger, and so on.

I originally thought that everything was over, but not long after I left, I was called back by Yan Muyun, saying that someone was targeting Li Qingke.

The masked man in front of him lowered his head in silence, reached out and grabbed his right arm, lifted it up with force, and directly reattached the dislocated shoulder.

Wei Jun's petrified right palm was pressed against the ice and he said coldly: "Last warning, if you plan to resist in the future, I cannot guarantee your life safety."

As soon as the words fell, spiderweb-like cracks quickly appeared on the seemingly extremely thick ice wall. With a dense "click" sound, it shattered into countless crystal pieces and collapsed to the ground.

The man in the mask subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he knew that his own power could not affect the other person, and there was a trace of fear in his dark brown eyes. But even so, he still did not surrender, but put on a defensive posture.

Wei Jun saw that he had decided not to hold back anymore. His repeated warnings had already done his best, and he would be stupid to hesitate any longer.

"I don't care how many bones you break."

Wei Jun raised his right arm and punched the man in the face hard.

"Gululu..." A deep growl came from the man's throat. The pupils of his eyes shrank, and the whites of his eyes suddenly turned light yellow.

"Golden Eyes?" Wei Jun was stunned for a moment and unconsciously thought of what Professor Lin had said before.

However, the changes in the opponent's body did not stop. Thick black hair grew around his face, neck, and arms in the blink of an eye, and his fingernails became long and pointed.

Faced with Wei Jun's menacing punch, the masked man not only did not dodge, but instead rushed forward with a cry. His movements were extremely fast, and he jumped onto his broad shoulders with extremely dexterous hands and feet.

"Roar!"

From Wei Jun's perspective, sharp nails with a strong chill were digging into his eyes.

The masked man purred excitedly from his throat, thinking that he was about to succeed.

However, the next second, instead of the expected warm and moist feeling coming from the fingertips, there was a sharp pain.

"Click."

The claws broke and blood splattered.

Wei Jun's right eye was closed tightly, and half of his face was covered by gray rock formations.

"court death."

He reached out and grabbed the collar of the masked man and slammed him to the ground.

The mud waves carried the grass clippings and splashed half a meter high, and a deep pit appeared in the center of the green lawn.