Apocalyptic Forecast

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Under the deep night, the winding road was completely dark, and only the staggered high beams illuminated countless staggered figures. Amidst the harsh screams and roars, the endless silhouettes of hideous shadows reflected on the blood-stained asphalt road.

It took less than half a minute to knock down the first ten people. Those who flew upside down screamed and fell to the ground, convulsing unable to get up. Then, knocking down the next ten people, it took forty seconds.

Then, one minute, two minutes...

"Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three! Forty-three..."

With forty-three full punches, regardless of the sticks and blades that fell on his forehead and body, Ueno panted vigorously, raising his eyes to look at the enemy in front of him.

They swayed in the cold light of the car lights, surrounded by themselves, like monsters flaring their teeth and claws in the dark.

I couldn't see where the people were, only a shadow of change flashed past my eyes.

"Go to hell, monster!" Someone jumped up, hitting his forehead with a nailed baseball bat in his hand, and his eyes became slightly dizzy in the turmoil.

Then, the bat was held.

Ueno raised his hand, lifted the stick in his hand, and brought the person on the other end, looked up at the blank face, and grinned: "So you are here..."

In midair, the bat was pulled out, aimed at his forehead, and slashed.

The sound of the club and the broken bones overlapped.

Forty-four!

Ueno roared.

"Come again!" he roared: "Come again!"

Then, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven!

The cruel count continues!

But those roaring voices are gradually moving away, as if they become blurred with the world that is gradually becoming a ball.

In the end, only monotonous and persistent counting is left.

"Sixty one... sixty two... sixty three... sixty three... sixty three..."

In his groggy dullness, Ueno stiffly stepped forward, staring at the enemy in front of him with blood-red eyes out of focus, staring at the pale twitching face.

But there was a sharp sound of friction between tires and the ground, and the light was approaching quickly. Then, the sky and the earth began to spin and sway quickly.

The earth suddenly jumped up and hit his forehead.

He rolled and landed on the ground, hearing a scream in the distance, someone pushed the car door, cheering excitedly: "He's dead! He's dead! That monster is dead!"

He stared blankly, not understanding what was going on.

What, am I dead?

"Not yet, Ueno." The man sitting beside him said, "You are still alive."

Am i still alive?

"Yeah, aren't you breathing?" The man lowered his head and looked at him, applauding: "It's not over yet, you can't fall down here."

Did I fall down?

"Yes, the enemy is still in front of you, Ueno."

The expectant voice came: "Can you continue to fight?"

In the confusion and groggy, Ueno listened blankly and couldn't help laughing.

no answer.

Only the fist with the twisted fingers raised slowly, with the blood-stained scarlet, from the screams and roars, the cold light bloomed, illuminating every pair of fearful eyes. ‘

"come."

Ueno grinned, showing the shark's teeth, and grinning happily at everyone-tell them, it's not over yet, I can continue to fight!

sixty-four!

It was a sharp punch.

The intermission is over, everyone... the cruel count begins again!

After that, there was no more sound, the roar disappeared, and the wailing disappeared. All that was left was the cracking sound of the bone and the bone collision, and the fine low noise when the blood and blood merged.

"Nine-one... Ninety-one..."

At the end of the final, the blood-stained man stepped forward, staring at the last enemy in front of him with his hollow eyes, and revealed a terrifying and frantic smile.

Regardless of him kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy in horror.

The last iron fist was swung.

The high-pitched scream spread and pierced the deep night. The kneeling enemy closed his eyes in despair, but he did not usher in the expected terrifying impact.

When the man opened his eyes, he saw the fist hovering in front of him.

The final strength of the end of the crossbow, when it falls, is not enough to touch the final opponent.

Only a ray of blood dripped from the broken finger tiger, and fell on his face, with a mighty force, crushing the last line of reason.

The man slumped to the ground, convulsing, with water spreading from under his crotch. In front of an opponent who looked like an evil spirit Shura, he no longer had the courage to raise a weapon.

"ninety two."

The voice from behind Ueno painted the final rest for this struggle. When he turned around blankly, he saw a smile from the group leader.

"Congratulations, Ueno." Huai Shi said, "I can be alone."

Ueno was stunned for a long time, opening his mouth to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to support his body, and staggered down.

Huai Shi stretched out his hand, carried his arm, and propped him up.

When I turned around, I saw the cars parked in the distance on the mountain road behind me.

Those alliance members who returned after the dinner...

In the distance, the group leaders smoked in silence and stood quietly in the dark, witnessing the beginning and end of this struggle.

Soon, there was crisp applause, not only from where it came from, but soon, the applause spread.

Abandoning prejudice and unhappiness, these men who belonged to the extreme Dao offered gifts in the most straightforward way to celebrate the completion of this tragic trial.

The birth of a real man.

"Did you see it, Ueno? These are all applause for you." Huai Shi turned her head and told him earnestly: "Today you are amazing."

It is true that the Dark Crow can enter Ueno's body through the power of the young commander, multiplying his power without fear. But this power is not endless.

Starting from the fortieth person, the source quality and power bestowed by the Iron Crow have been exhausted, and what remains is only vigorous vitality.

Since then, everything Ueno has done... comes from his own will.

This is a miracle that belongs to him alone.

When Ueno woke up again, it seemed that a long time had passed. He had already returned to the car, as if he had had a long dream, opening his eyes and wondering what happened.

This time, Huaishi was driving the car and he was sitting in the co-pilot.

In drowsiness and sleepiness, he looked at the neon lights gradually passing through the window.

"Boss, me, what happened to me just now?" He asked softly, "I seem to have gained a lot of strength..."

"It's magic, Ueno." Huaishi replied.

In a daze, Ueno couldn't help laughing: "Are you boss like a magician?"

"Well, almost? The heart of believing is magic..."

Huai Shi said casually, flipping through the plastic bag at hand, and handing it over: "Drink beer? It's still iced, I left it specially for you..."

"Okay."

Ueno took the beer, enjoyed the cold touch in his hand, sniffed the aroma of the wheat, and smiled.

In this way, in the unspeakable sleepiness, fell asleep.

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Before dawn, news of the explosion spread to the ears of the entire alliance.

Just a few hours ago, under the witness of all the leaders of the alliance, the usual "Shark Man" Shiro Ueno had single-handedly overturned the entire Kuroda group with an enemy of 92.

Even the big guy from the Arakawa family was shocked and praised to the left and right: "You have to see clearly, this is the real man."

For a time, Shiro Ueno was in the limelight.

Even the Huaizhi group couldn't believe that the older brother Ueno, who used to drink and brag with him, was so brave, and there was an endless stream of people visiting.

And Ueno, who was still bandaged on his hands and feet, leaned on the bed, happily telling others about his brave performance last night, and speaking of the excitement where the boss encouraged him, he also had to pick up the beer on the bedside table. Take a bite and let someone add some ice cubes.

It always makes people think that he could drink the can of beer last night for a whole year.

"Hey, by the way, what about the paper boss?"

After repeating eight times about his own Yuto Kuroda team, Ueno patted his head and finally remembered this.

"Ah, the paper boss is still in the office. He came early today." A younger brother said, "It seems that there is something important to order. Today I will talk to the people in the group one by one."

"I've been there just now!" The person next to me interrupted, holding a banana in his hand, and boasting excitedly: "The boss of the paper actually knows my name and asked how my family's life is. My younger sister knows it. Oh, even the two stinky girls Naika and Yuzhi got gifts."

With that, I took out the hard-covered crayon set in my arms and showed it off. No one else would touch it.

Overjoyed.

"You must have gotten a salary increase!" Someone looked over suspiciously, and immediately slapped the table: "No wonder you are so happy, his mother's treat tonight!"

"Tonight?" The speaker chuckled, "Do you dare to go if I treat you tonight?"

"Ha, you stupid dare to treat, don't I dare to eat?"

"Don't you know? Mr. Zhaijian said that he has booked a place. The boss wants to invite all the old members of the group to drink." The middle-aged smoking man flicked his soot and turned his head and patted the shoulder of the young man behind him: " It’s good to have seniority, you guys, Niu Dao, it’s useless to envy you. Let’s stay for a few years!"

The yellow-haired young man known as Niu Dao scratched his head in embarrassment, laughed, and waved his hands humbly, not dare to compare with his predecessors.

Seeing the topic leave him, his face was smiling lively, but the corners of his eyes couldn't hide the contempt in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~Envy? Envy a fart!

It sounds like how envious you guys can eat, and the guy Aso, who has been out for so many years, has been bleeding and selling his life, the team leader may have changed several luxury cars, and he will give you a crayon. I'm all happy to be like this, I'm afraid there is something wrong with my brain.

How does this group of nasty critics become the ultimate?

He began to doubt from the bottom of his heart, and deeply realized that he could not talk to the silly critics like Huaizhi Group.

The phone in his arms vibrated slightly, so he found an excuse to go to the toilet and left the room. When I walked into the toilet and found no one inside, I walked into the innermost area and pretended to urinate and answered the phone.

"Why did you pick it up so late?"

The voice on the phone asked.

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