Apocalyptic Forecast

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Following the guidance of Lawrence, a luxurious convoy drove out of the tunnel and meandered towards Kyoto at a rapid speed.

"How fast, are you in a hurry to go to the bathroom?"

Huai Shi looked down at how they were going away, and picked up the walkie-talkie in her hand: "The target has appeared, everyone is ready, let's go too."

As he said, he threw the drone into the air with his hand, turned and looked at the mountain behind him and said: "Command, please."

"Yes!"

Yamashita bowed respectfully and put on the helmet with both hands: "I wish you good luck!"

"I just hope that the fortune will be more prosperous."

Huai Shi reached out, took the helmet, and clasped it on her face.

The special crimson helmet is like a flame burning, showing curved horns from under the hard mask, and with the ferocious golden spray painting around it, it is like a ghost bound in a human body.

In the roar of the engine, Huaishi turned the accelerator and the motorcycle roared out of the camera.

Soon, it disappeared from the drone's vision.

The suspended drone has changed colors and quietly disappeared in the air. Only the fine hum spread in the sky, shrouded in the sky on the winding mountain road.

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In the middle of the convoy, in the elongated car, Mifune Ryoma smoked anxiously and scratched his neckline.

He didn't look solemn in front of the believers. As soon as he got into the car, he took off his shoes. After tearing off the obstructive robe, the floral shirt and gold chain underneath were revealed, twisted and twisted on the chair. It looks like an old monkey.

"The Pope is too careful, is it necessary?"

"Recently, the wind is very tight, and there is going to be a big move on it. Besides, a while ago, didn't the group of hybrids let the wind say they wouldn't let it go?"

The cold guard who inspected the guns looked up and replied: "In order to avoid any movement of the dog bastards, be careful-in fact, for the sake of safety, you should wear a body armor."

"Wearing a bulletproof vest to meet the elders above, are we a religious legal person or a survivalist? It's too shameful."

Mifune Ryoma sighed and looked at the guard in the car: "You are going to have something wrong, even if I wear a body armor, what's the use... do you want some?"

He dexterously rolled cigarette paper in his hand and handed it over.

The guard was stunned: "No, and...Aren't you going to attend the Fa conference today?"

"Because I want to preach, I have to get myself HIGH first."

Mifune Ryoma sighed, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath of the forbidden fragrance, his back twitched, his face flushed, his eyes became psychedelic, and his pupils spread.

The illusory and misty sound resounded in the ear again, like fairy music, thousands of people were singing sacred carols in unison. His soul, his so-called soul, is detached from the shackles of the body, levitating upwards, ascending along the gentle attraction, above the shackles of the world, and once again enters the psychedelic and brilliant dimension of light.

"How wonderful, compassionate love..."

He wandered in the gentle gazes of the gods, chanting the sacred scriptures over and over again and again, feeling the feeling of the spirit being purified and sublimated under the light of heaven.

The smoke rose curledly.

His body gradually weakened and lost his strength, breathing quickly, leaning on the leather seat.

The diffusing hollow pupils stared at the void in front of him, smiling involuntarily happy.

The voice of Xianle became clearer and clearer.

Near, near... finally...

boom!

A loud noise suddenly erupted, awakening him from the blurred dream, raised his eyes in amazement, the Xianle lingering in his ears disappeared without a trace, torn to pieces by the rough noise.

There was only a low roar, like a roar of steel.

That is the loud noise of the engine.

Burning engine oil and spitting out dense smoke, the heavy locomotive suddenly flew out of the winding mountain highway, surpassing the restrictions of the road, and galloping on the complex mountain.

Gallop down.

The pitch-black locomotive broke through the bushes, like a drop of ink rolling off a sloping paper, leaving behind the rough smoke of engine oil burning where it passed, which lasted for a long time.

Only the high-pitched and harsh engine sound was approaching quickly.

With the knight on the iron horse, descend from the sky!

"Nine, Nine, stop it!" The guard in the car picked up the walkie-talkie and said vigilantly: "Everyone turns on the insurance, and if you dare to approach, you can attack..."

Before the voice fell, there were gunshots.

From the rearmost car, the window suddenly opened, and the guard holding a weapon poked his head out of it and pulled the trigger toward the knight galloping back.

And Huai Shi, twist the throttle.

In an instant, the speed soared.

The heavy and huge locomotive was incredibly dexterous in an instant, dodging left and right, flexibly evading the spray range of the shotgun, and instantly, close at hand.

Looking down,

The crimson helmet reflected the light of the dashboard, like the twisted face of an evil spirit, which seemed to be a mocking grin.

From above the galloping locomotive, the evil spirit raised his elbow and slammed it against the astonished face, followed by a crisp sound of watermelon breaking.

The entire interior of the car was stained with a gloomy color under the scarlet splash.

And the shotgun that had been dropped was tumbling in the air outside the car window, and then fell into the raised palm and held it tightly.

The locomotive galloped, speeding up!

boom!

Just above the mountain beam in front, there was a loud roar, and the suddenly collapsed rock rolled and fell, flattening the leading car in the front, blocking traffic by the way.

Immediately afterwards, among the bushes on both sides, the long-awaited members of the paper-carrying team had walked out of it under the leadership of Ueno, holding the long guns and short cannons that Yingzhou did not want civilians to play, and pulled the trigger at the convoy. .

The firefight has begun!

The pathfinder car ahead was smashed by a boulder, and the speed of the entire convoy suddenly slowed down, but the speed of the motorcyclist did not slow down at all, swiftly moving forward.

From the weapons behind the windows, he dodged dexterously in the blast, especially in the spare time to adjust his direction and speed, adjust the throttle, tilt the body, and flexibly shuttle between the teams.

The shotgun he grabbed was held upside down, like a baseball bat, passing from every head that dared to appear.

In the courtesy car in the middle, the Ryoma, who was immersed in the forbidden drug trance, propped up hard, his neck twitched, and looked around blankly.

Xianle and Shenyu in his ears were swiftly moving away, and there were constant noises and loud noises squeezing in, making him scream irritably, yet he had not realized what had happened.

I only heard the roaring engine sound approaching, turning around, as if it were everywhere.

In the hallucinations, there was a blazing fire, just outside the car, the whole world seemed to become a ghastly hell. The burning knight rode a giant steel horse, screaming and galloping.

Trampled on flesh and bones, wandering on the dead wilderness.

But that hallucination quickly dissipated under the stimulus of fear, and he finally woke up and heard the low roar lingering outside the car window.

From the adjustment of the throttle, twist twice, loosen once, twist twice, and loosen again.

The low and roar of the engine also became like some strange beat.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

"what is that……"

He stubbornly raised his neck, before he could wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he looked around and saw the mad figure from the fire outside the window.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The low roar was like a hammer hitting his skull, to carve the crazy rhythm into his brain.

The burning knight excitedly raised the shotgun, held it upside down, and sang happily to the red-stained butt.

"Man, you are a kid who can only shout loudly, frolicking in the streets, hoping to become a big man one day—"

boom!

Amid the loud noise, the locomotive suddenly floated, and the heavy rear slammed deeply into a newly opened car door, and smashed to pieces with the people behind.

And the knight held up his head, raised his microphone-like weapon, and sighed with regret: "You are so embarrassed and embarrassed that you kick the tin can everywhere!"

At that moment, he raised his head, and after his reddish mask, a pair of cold eyes looked over. Through the car window, pointed at his face:

"——Singing!"

Sing, sing loudly!

Therefore, in the loud noise, the ethereal Xianle wailed in his ears, and was overwhelmed by the auditory hallucinations that seemed to be howling thousands of people. In the forbidden illusion, there are only countless evil spirits crawling out of hell, lying in his ears, roaring hoarsely:

"——Wewill, wewill, rockyou!!!"

There was a deafening guitar sound from the stereo on the locomotive. The terrifying and rebellious melody spread in the brain, and the pupils of Mikasa Ryoma's eyes shrank and he couldn't breathe.

The car window shattered in an instant.

The guard in the car flew out. In the mid-air, his body quickly swelled. After shattering the suit, he spread out four hideous wings, and his deformed face quickly turned into a grim and gloomy face resembling a woman.

The billowing darkness spread, four wings with sharp edges whirling in the wind, accompanied by his pounce, forming a huge knife wheel, sweeping towards the attacker.

Flying Demon!

On the top of the distant mountain, the smoking Lawrence raised his hand and was about to take a shot, but before he could help, he saw Huai Shi's body suddenly leapt from the locomotive, a short distance away, avoiding the cutting of the knife wheel.

But just under a burning car body, suddenly there was a rickety and hideous figure flying up, his body leaping flexibly in the air, and flying towards the Huai Shi in the air.

鵺!

In the midair, Huai Shi, who fell to the ground, raised his head, and the hideous face of the sublimator was reflected on the mask. Then, the other side also saw it, under the mask, the mocking smile raised from the corner of his mouth.

In his hand, the body of the shotgun suddenly lifted, aiming at that hideous face.

Pulling the trigger, Tie Yu flew, the flames flashed, and both sides flew out at the same time.

Huai Shi fell to the ground and rolled dexterously. When he got up again, he saw the locomotive torn apart by the knife wheel and the broken audio, and he was suddenly helpless.

Before this, he jumped with an axe of anger, smashed his wings, and smashed the spear of compassion to take the head of the opposite side, and used the sword of virtue without landing.

As a result, his martial arts were too representative to be used at all.

Watching the painful screaming in the distance, the 鵺 got up from the ground.

He sighed and shook his head: "Have you heard of sumo?"

Raising his hand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in the posture of Shiqi, contemptuously hooked his fingers towards the Flying Demon in front of him, and as the body swelled, the hot blood rushed.

The drummer and Yu step are combined, and the limit state is exceeded and started.

Wrestling is about to begin!

The neglected Ye roared and sprinted over from the side, and saw Huaishi casually raising the shotgun and pulling the trigger again.

Amidst the iron rain splashing, Ye flew out again, letting out an angry and stern roar.

I don't know, brother smelly!

Huaishi sneered, how can sumo be such an inconvenience!

This is--

-Shotgun pusher!

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