2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Three gray-green tumors bounced behind the silver cover one after another, and then made no sound. However, that damn cover was still standing there, its surface exuding a faint brilliance, airtight and indestructible.

The intern must have been injured, but now it seems that the injury is not serious. At least he still has the power to deal with three spores quietly.

Eugene took out a new magazine from his handbag and stuffed it into the submachine gun, then slowly walked around behind the silver cover.

When he saw the figure half-kneeling on the ground in the street behind him, with a sharp scream of "squeak!", a black figure the size of a human head and exuding a foul smell suddenly appeared without warning.

Yan Muyun's upper body was naked and his eyes were fixed on this side. His short sleeves were crumpled into a ball and held up in his hands, covered with gray-green mucus.

When killing the second spore, he did not immediately smash the third spore with gravel. Instead, he took off his clothes, grabbed it, and immediately pinned it to the ground.

Those who caused this tragedy need to understand the feelings of the victims themselves.

The fear of being chased, the despair and anger of watching the one you love, or even yourself, turn into a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

Eugene was obviously startled and subconsciously raised his gun. He must not have been injected with genetic medicine, and his physical fitness was only within the range of ordinary people. He fired randomly in a panic and missed the target. He was hit hard in the chest by the gray-green tumor and fell backward to the ground.

Yan Muyun slowly stood up straight, threw the short sleeves soaked in mucus on the ground, and let out a long breath.

When the opponent becomes a monster, it becomes easier for him to kill him.

Although it may be a bit hypocritical to say this, but let him kill people directly like this, even if he is such a heinous villain, he still has some resistance in his heart.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're such a poor little guy." A man's voice came from not far away, his tone sounded like he was teasing a pet dog.

Yan Muyun watched helplessly as the short man who fell to the ground stretched out a hand, touched the tumor on his chest twice, and then picked it up with a gentle lift.

The densely packed small tentacles at the bottom of the sarcoma were constantly moving and looked very energetic.

"Why?" Yan Muyun asked almost subconsciously.

Eugene did not look at him, and gently placed the sarcoma in his hand on the ground, but raised the mini submachine gun with his other hand: "Anna and I are good friends, and we can be regarded as the uncles of these little guys."

"Da da da da da..." The dense gunfire quickly covered up his voice.

A silver-white light curtain spread out in front of Yan Muyun at almost the same moment. The rain of bullets hit it and splashed out sparks. Countless deflated warheads fell on the ground not far away.

"Really, I never thought you would be so difficult to deal with." Eugene held the gun in one hand and sighed expressionlessly. The recoil of the miniature submachine gun in his hand was almost non-existent, and the bullets in the palm-sized magazine seemed endless.

He placed the briefcase on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and reached into the bag with his free hand while maintaining fire.

"You are already very good. I believe that after this incident is over, your name will appear on the official list of commendations, and your story will be promoted and praised by the media. The title is probably 'Young hero used his life to restrain parasites to protect the people. Beast' or something like that. Sorry, I'm not in this business, and getting a name might not be that attractive..."

Eugene didn't care whether the other party could hear him or not, he just talked to himself. When he straightened up again, there were two small black discs with blue edges in his left hand, which looked like some kind of mechanical device.

"You can obviously be on your own. Your powers can trap Anna effortlessly, and you must be able to protect yourself easily. Even now, as long as you let go of Anna and cover yourself with that silver-white light film, I There’s nothing we can do against you.”

A small black disk was thrown out and landed on the ground a few meters away from Yan Muyun, spinning twice.

"I admire you very much. Being able to do this proves that you are a good person in the true sense. It's a pity that the good people in this world die quickly. They care and worry too much, such as family and friends, the interests of the family and the country. Only truly selfish and despicable people who only think about themselves can live long."

Eugene took two steps forward, then swung his left hand in a circle, threw another small black disk high and threw it behind Yan Muyun.

"Click, click..." Almost at the same time, the sound of an empty chamber came from the mini submachine gun in his hand.

The silver-white light curtain disappeared, and Eugene saw the figure behind him waving his arms violently, and then the right half of his face lost consciousness, and a strong smell of blood came from his mouth.

Behind dark brown glasses, Yan Muyun's eyes were as bright as gold.

He just threw a stone, and the stone hit the short man opposite him in the face.

The man's body suddenly leaned back, and a large amount of blood foamed out of his mouth, mixed with a few broken teeth. His right eye protruded so far that it looked like it was about to burst out.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two violent explosions that were almost connected together sounded, and the fire that reached the sky raised a large amount of gravel and dust, almost covering the entire sky.

...

He's almost there. He'll be there soon. Nothing will happen to him. After all, his power is specialized in defense.

"Miss, please drive slower, you are about to throw me off." Yan Muyun's screams came from the back seat.

Zhang Xixue's forehead twitched, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I told you not to turn into him again."

"I didn't turn into him, I just borrowed my voice..." Jun Qian leaned back and grabbed the edge of the motorcycle seat with both hands. His posture looked extremely awkward: "You didn't know what I said before. Pretend you didn't hear me, but in his voice you responded to me."

The issue of whether men and women should be intimate or not is already a matter of the last era. It has long been no big deal for men and women to touch each other and put their arms around each other. The reason why he didn't even dare to hold Zhang Xixue's shoulders and would rather sit in this uncomfortable posture was simply because Zhang Xixue hated him.

But there is nothing he can do if he is hated. The task given to him by Lao Zhang is to protect this young lady. No matter how wronged he is, he can only follow her.

Not long ago, the Special Branch and the Special Investigation Division reached a cooperation and opened the city surveillance system.

After Zhang Xixue entered the system, she quickly noticed a special point nearby. There was only a white bust near a huge red dot that represented a mature mutant species.

She was a little curious about who could handle the mature mutants alone, so she clicked on the portrait, only to see the unexpected name.

He's obviously just an intern who hasn't been in the Special Branch for a long time, so what kind of hero is he trying to do there?

At that time, Zhang Xixue almost jumped down the stairs without hesitation, jumped out of the shadows and got on a motorcycle. However, the black umbrella with the ribs that could transform into anyone actually followed him and shamelessly sat in the back seat.

"We're almost there, just at the intersection ahead." Jun Qian smiled attentively with a smile on his face.

The speeding motorcycle drifted sideways, its tires leaving two long black marks on the street.

The two of them saw the half-naked figure with his back to them at the same time, but in the next moment, with a deafening explosion, the sky-high fire engulfed the figure instantly.