Apocalyptic Forecast

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In the silent night, the Empire State Building in the distance was glowing neon.

In the co-pilot, Huai Shi opened his eyes and took a look.

"what time is it?"

"At half past eleven."

Ueno said, "Boss, do you want to take a break?"

"No, just lie down."

Huai Shi shook his head. After all, he was a sublimator, and it wouldn't matter if he didn't sleep for a few nights. The rest just now was just for the sake of being prudent, just for the habit of nurturing the spirit before the war.

Since becoming a sublimator until now, so long has passed, and after so many battles, he has no iron king in his heart.

If it were Huai Shi, it should have been like this--

But when he gave up the name of Huai Shi as a hybrid in Danbo's inner circle, he discovered that kind of helplessness that was vain and powerful but didn't know where to go.

In a storm after another, he tried his best to climb to where he is now, but still can't help it.

For hybrids, the world is covered by a heavy net, no matter how struggling, after escaping a heavy bondage, you will find that the narrow world in front of you is just a new cage.

Sheng Tianmu tried hard, he failed, Qianye Ryuji tried hard, he gave up, Shencheng also tried in the future, and finally left in embarrassment...

What about yourself?

Will he repeat the same mistakes?

He sighed silently and did not speak any more.

In the driver's seat, Ueno flipped through the bag of the convenience store in his hand, holding the beer and didn't know whether to pass it. After a long time, he still did not speak, and gently closed the bag and rolled down the window.

A slightly cold night breeze blew from outside the window.

Across a long distance, Huai Shi could still feel the restlessness and anxiety in Danbo's inner circle. It is not an illusion or speculation, but a literal feeling, the sadness that comes from the miracle of a young man.

Fate is turbulent.

As a young man who supports the growth of young children and the ethnic group, this miracle endowed with divinity feels the depression of the inner circle of Tanba, overflowing with sadness and compassion.

A cool night breeze blew out of the window, which made him gradually wake up from his thoughts, rubbed his face, and asked, "Is there any smoke?"

"Yes... Ah, no more."

Ueno touched his pocket for a long time, only to find an empty box.

"Why don't you bring more?"

Ueno was stunned for a long time, with a dazed expression: "Boss, don't you say that smoking is not good, you should smoke less, I only bring half a box... or I will buy another pack?"

"Forget it, let's stop smoking..."

Huai Shi waved her hand and laughed helplessly.

"Is it a daytime thing, boss?"

Ueno still remembered what happened after leaving the hospital during the day. He sent Huai Shi to the place where the tanker exploded.

The burning house has not completely gone out.

After a few splashes of water hurriedly, the fire brigade and the TV reporter walked back and forth, and the spreading flames jumped on the charred building.

There are many earthquakes in Yingzhou, and the bungalows are mostly made of wood, and they burn very quickly.

Before long, there were only a few coke with embers left in a white background.

At that time, Ueno was in the car, only to see the paper boss coming back a while after getting out of the car, and then his expression was calm to this day, and sometimes he was in a trance for a long time as if he was distracted.

"Ok?"

Huai Shi looked back in confusion, as if he hadn't heard what he had just said.

"Is it a daytime thing?" Ueno asked, "During the day, the boss, after you went there... it's always like this when you come back."

"You guy, are you really stupid?" Huai Shi shook his head and sighed.

Ueno shrugged, "Because the boss always writes everything on his face."

"..."

Huai Shi smiled bitterly, and after a long silence, she said: "During the day, I went there. To be honest, I originally just wanted...help."

The result was not able to help.

After the fire spread, Huai Shi realized that she was alone and could not help anything.

I could only watch the fire spread in vain and burned a dozen old houses. The white-haired old woman was crying silently on the street holding her immature child.

Those turbid tears fell into the ashes, dyeing a strand of gray black on the cracked cement.

The hurriedly escaped people stood on the side of the street, blankly watching the scene of their home being burnt down, but they were not afraid, their expressions were dull and calm, as if nothing had been lost.

Huai Shi lowered her head and looked at the old man who could no longer cry.

"I wanted to protect them, Ueno."

Huai Shi sighed silently: "I said to her, don’t be afraid, someone from the paper-loving team will come to help soon. At least we can help you find a place to live temporarily. With us, we will protect you. Those people will not Again, these things won't happen again... but there is no one who cares about me."

Only the old man raised his hollow eyes, full of indifference and resentment.

I lost my husband because of the weapon fight, my son because of the prohibition drug, and my last home because of the sudden fire...

Tortured by the suffering of Danbo's inner circle for a long time, he has long been numb, not used to it, and finally has become an indispensable contempt.

The old man looked at Huai Shi's face indifferently.

Whenever Huai Shi closes her eyes, she can recall the muddy eyes and her hoarse words.

"She asked me: What is the difference between you and them?"

In the long silence, Huai Shi closed her eyes tiredly, "I don't even know how to answer her."

The same is the extreme way, the same is the scum, can it be different?

Can't live in the sun, and can't live in a place where the sun can't shine.

From beginning to end, weak and weak people can only endure pain, and everyone asks for it.

For them, what is the difference between the ally that dominates their own, the paper-loving people in front of them, their so-called compatriots and the gangs outside of Tanbo's inner circle?

In the silence, Ueno looked at Huai Shi in amazement and couldn't help scratching his head.

"Can't you say that?"

He thought for a long time, and said seriously, "In fact, there is a difference, I think it is very different, ah, it is... we... grass..."

Those messy things, he couldn't understand at all in his head, he was incoherent when he was in a hurry, and finally angrily hit his forehead and gave up thinking.

He just said flatly: "At the very least, the boss is different from everyone else!"

Huai Shi was amused: "It's just a little less protection fee. Anyone can do it?"

"Different."

Ueno babbled for a long time, and said again: "Before, I didn't quite understand what you said to me, Boss. It's the extreme way and the mouse falling into the sea...seriously, I don't understand it at all."

He thought for a while and said seriously: "But even the boats made by the rats, besides fighting other boats, can keep more people alive, right?"

If you are a paper boss, you can definitely do it!

Ueno firmly believes this almost blindly.

Even more than Huai Shi believed in everything he did.

Growing up in the inner circle of Tanbo, even if it is a mixed breed, he can experience his own insignificance and humbleness, those ugly lifestyles, and this inherent sin.

Betrayal, fight, fight, plunder and deceive.

He has long been used to it.

Until one day, a person fell from the sky and proved to him that everything can be different, even if it is a mixed breed, you can raise your head and live in this world with dignity.

It's almost like a distant dream.

The fire was lit from the darkness.

"It's not just me, all the people in the paper team believe this." Ueno said confidently: "If someone says he doesn't believe what the boss said, then he must be lying!"

After a long silence, Huai Shi raised her head, looked at the subordinates beside her, and sighed in surprise: "Ueno, you fellow, unexpectedly able to speak well..."

"Huh! Are you there?" Ueno's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes." Huai Shi smiled and nodded earnestly: "Maybe I really have the talent to be a teacher... I think at least the physical education teacher is fine!"

"Really?"

Huai Shi did not answer, but raised his hand and patted his shoulder vigorously.

"Thank you, Ueno."

He said, "Thank you for believing in me."

So Ueno grinned, excited and happy, just like a proud shark.

In the distance, there was a wave of lights in the night, and the visitors in front sent out predetermined signals.

Immediately afterwards, the high-pitched horns burst out, one after another, spreading in the darkness, just like the siren of a giant steel wheel. The lights of the car are constantly on, converging into a sea of ​​lights, illuminating everything.

"Let's go, Ueno."

Huai Shi stared at the flying birds passing by in the sky.

He said, "We are going to sail!"

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Fifteen minutes ago, in the silent parking lot, a loud declaration came.

"The priest at Shimogamo Shrine said that I was a master of success. I don't believe it. I think it's life or death when I come out and make my own decision!"

The chairman of the Iron King Party, Omasa Mitsuaki, wandered in front of the array with a gorgeous long knife, preaching boldly.

Although these words always sound unlucky, the Jidao who licked the blood with the knife head didn't care about this. They had already burned their eyes with the encouragement and reward from Shangfeng. They were eager to wait.

Right in front of him, it was the elites drawn from the Iron King Party specifically for this surprise attack-a total of 141 people, more than ten sublimers, and the rest are all capable of one enemy ten. Extremely.

What's more, there are precious relics given from Luming Pavilion.

As he clapped his hands, the subordinates behind him respectfully stepped forward and offered the heavy flagpoles in both hands.

On the quaint flagpole, there is a bunch of ancient military flags rolled up. After so many years, it has turned yellow and covered with dried blood.

When the flag surface was unfolded, the evil spirits hidden on the flag surface almost jumped out of the darkness, and the hideous aura spread, and in a flash, it turned into a blood-red light and fell on everyone's head.

Under the shadow of the elemental projection, everyone's face became savage and violent, like an army of evil spirits in the yellow spring, and Yin soldiers descended.

"This is the'Zhong Kui Horse Seal' handed down by Lord Tokugawa's Lord Bendo!" Omasa Mitsuaki laughed excitedly: "With the help of this banner, those **** are just native chickens and dogs, unbearable. one strike!

"Tsushima-kun, I will grant it to you, and hope you will prosper! I also hope that you can help me calm the world like Lord Honda assisting Tokugawa!"

"Definitely live up to the chairman's trust!"

Tsushima Daigo was delighted, holding Zhong Kui's horse seal in both hands, and cherished this powerful force.

"Very well, with a fierce player like you Tsushima-kun, and a master like Mr. Hasegawa helping in secret, this time you will surely be successful!"

"I wish you all a good journey!"

Omasa Mitsuaki grinned and grinned: "I'm here to wait for the princes and the heads of the old thief to return together!"

As he drank the wine before his trip, the roar of the engine burst out from the parking lot.

With the roar, the traffic galloped like a long dragon and rushed towards the inner circle of Danbo.

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In the middle of the traffic, in a particularly luxurious car, Tsushima Daigo, who had just been entrusted with an important task, respectfully saluted the young man beside him: "This time, Mr. Hasegawa will take care of him."

"Where is it?"

Hasegawa smiled reservedly, "Now I am waiting for the thunder, and the defense in Kashiwahara Hospital is empty. Only Amada can be my opponent. Everyone is defensive, and the rest is left to me!"

Tsushima is overjoyed: "With Mr. Hasegawa here, this battle will definitely be a success!"

Along the way, unimpeded.

In the quiet night of Kyoto, vehicles come and go, but under the shadow of Hasegawa’s origin, the convoy is shrouded in shadows. It is indistinguishable from a hundred steps away, only a faint gray mist can be seen in the city. They roamed like a giant python out of the nest.

In the middle of the convoy, Hasegawa closed his eyes and slumbered, but his mind and consciousness spread in all directions along with the gray fog, overlooking everything around him, leaving no trace.

Only the black birds passing by in the sky occasionally visit curiously, staring at what is happening on the earth.

As expected, the mixed alliance was not alert.

I'm afraid you have already been scared, right? Once the General Longevity Tianmu falls into a coma, the dragons will have no leader, and now they are probably already fighting for power internally.

The guards in the inner circle of Tanbo in the distance are also sparsely displayed, without any defense at all.

Just somehow...

Hasegawa frowned, "Is there more crows today?"

Tsushima raised his head blankly and looked out the window, only to see the hovering shadows on the sky, with scarlet eyes overlooking the earth, making noises from time to time.

But the more you move forward, and the closer you get to the inner circle of Danbo, the crows that can be seen everywhere become denser.

In the end, a scarlet light appeared in the shade of every eaves, street lamp, and tree, spreading out with iron wings, mocking howling.

The mighty wave of crows suddenly swept, covering the entire sky.

"Wait, this is..."

Tsushima Daigo's eyes widened, and then he heard a loud roar, the whole earth shook suddenly, and the motorcade galloping ahead suddenly stopped.

In the darkness, two stern car lights suddenly lit up.

It was like a sleeping monster was awakened, and the engine made a loud noise.

Amidst the roar, he rushed out, whizzed forward, swayed his huge body, broke through the oncoming wind, and ran straight towards the galloping convoy.

That's a huge...tank truck? !

After the darkness, the smoking man pressed the button in his hand.

"Oops!"

Tsushima Daigo clenched his fists subconsciously, and then saw a terrifying flame rising into the sky, and the terrifying air pressure set off a white billow, sweeping, and spreading tyrannically in the silent night of this suburb.

The fiery flame danced with the rain of fire from the sky, shed the flames of purgatory.

In this sudden explosion, all the gasoline and insignificant metal fuel contained in it were converted into the heat of incineration and spread around.

It engulfed a third of the caravan in an instant, and the viscous and flowing flames were still rapidly spreading~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all the scrapped vehicles that could not be avoided in the future were swallowed.

So, in the fire, screams and crying screamed.

In the excited look of the crows, a figure slowly emerged from the blazing fire.

Out of the darkness, through the burning flames and terrifying heat.

It was like a real evil spirit coming from his own hell, smashing the red steel and charred bones, and moving forward step by step.

In the flames of purgatory, a happy face was revealed.

"Yo guys, good evening."

Huai Shi stretched out his hand, slowly drew the famous sword given by his birth Tianmu, smiling and greeting:

"do you miss me?"

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