Darkness is Coming

   "Yang Xiaoqian! Sniper!"

"what?"

  Sniper? The opponent also has snipers!

   Roots of hair stood up, Yang Xiaoqian's pupils shrank sharply, just to capture the gorgeous spark in the northwest.

   Before he could think of anything, Yang Xiaoqian's leg muscles began to contract, ready to dodge to the side.

   Can you dodge it?

   is hard.

   Can anyone help?

  The Black Phantom was too far away, Yu Qian could only intercept the bullet by his side.

   is dead...

   This moment was so long, Yang Xiaoqian could clearly hear Yu Qian's roar, Wang Hai's shout, and could clearly see faces with different expressions, his own, the enemy's, and the innocent people's.

   The strange state of his first awakening reappeared. Yang Xiaoqian turned his eyes to see if he could see the bullet that was about to take his life.

   However, there was a sudden impact on the side, and the line of sight moved to the left front, but could not see the flying bullet.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xiaoqian found himself falling to the ground, and the strange state was lifted. He turned his head and looked to the right. A soldier with front fingers fell on the position where Yang Xiaoqian was standing, and a large hole was broken in his left rib. He could see the hole with his slight breathing. The mutilated internal organs and white bones rose and fell slightly, and the broken bones were inserted into the internal organs. It was hard to imagine the pain that he could not describe in words at the moment.

   "Yu Qian come to me, Wang Hai, can you still use a gun? Destroy the opponent's sniper!" Yang Xiaoqian said into the walkie-talkie, and then walked towards the person who saved him, completely forgetting the danger. Yang Xiaoqian remembered the person's name, Deng Xingli.

   Although the consumption was not small, Yu Qian flew over immediately to ensure that the next sniping would not hurt Yang Xiaoqian.

On the other hand, Yang Xiaoqian bent his left leg and slowly squatted down on one knee. Looking at the young soldier who sacrificed his life to save him without saying a word, Yang Xiaoqian felt as if a large piece of cotton had been stuffed in his throat, itchy. Painful, stuffy, unable to speak.

   "Give me a good time." Deng Xingli pleaded with difficulty, and the movement of his chest cavity and internal tissues made him more painful than death when he spoke.

Instead of raising the gun, Yang Xiaoqian pulled out a needle of morphine and stuck it on Deng Xingli's body, and said softly, "Don't be silly, the big army will be here soon, hold on, breathe calmly, slow down your heartbeat, what else, usually you instructors How did you teach..."

  Deng Xingli smiled bitterly, he didn't have the strength to speak any more, he just looked at Yang Xiaoqian with begging eyes, and everyone could see what he meant: It's really hopeless, give it a good time.

Bitterness overflowed from his heart, Yang Xiaoqian no longer imagined that he could save Deng Xingli, who was desperate for death, he reached out and pulled out the pistol in his holster, loaded the machine, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a good time, but you tell me first, Why save me?"

Yang Xiaoqian didn't believe that his charisma was so great that Deng Xingli would be willing to sacrifice for him. When he pointed to the camp, Yang Xiaoqian had already felt the hostility of the soldiers he pointed to him. It is not easy to ensure the commanding position in the team.

For their hostility, Yang Xiaoqian did not feel wronged or puzzled. In the eyes of these respectable and simple warriors, Yang Xiaoqian was a selfish villain who did not report his knowledge. He had super powers but was unwilling to take responsibility. Yang Xiaoqian has been fighting on the front line just like them from the very beginning. I don't know how many people can avoid the ending of innocent death.

   Of course, in Yang Xiaoqian's opinion, this is not the case, but it is a matter of position, there is no absolute right or wrong, only the **** decides the head. The soldiers in the front pointed to resentment towards Yang Xiaoqian, which is understandable.

   What puzzled Yang Xiaoqian was that since he harbored resentment, why did Deng Xingli sacrifice his life to save him?

   Sure enough, Deng Xingli cast a look that was not kind, perhaps because it was too painful to speak, he only said two words: "Order."

The    order, Yang Xiaoqian nodded suddenly, and for some reason, the guilt and guilt in his heart eased a lot when he heard this order.

   Just when Yang Xiaoqian took a deep breath and raised his hand to end Deng Xingli's pain, Deng Xingli suddenly shouted, "Wait."

   Yang Xiaoqian immediately put down his gun and listened carefully to Deng Xingli's last words.

"Captain Geng said that even if you sacrifice yourself, you must ensure your safety when necessary. At the beginning, I didn't intend to obey orders at all. What a joke, why sacrifice me to save you as a scumbag." Deng Xingli's voice became more and more Low, "But this way, I changed my mind. I can only carry a gun and fight, and I will die sooner or later, and I can't save many people. Only people like you and Commander Liu can save more people. You Your life is more useful than mine."

   "I didn't save you to save you." Deng Xingli's mosquito-like voice was like a flash of light, and suddenly brightened up, "I'm saving you to save other people, more people, don't let me die in vain!"

   "I won't let you die in vain." He answered without hesitation.

  Deng Xingli saw the promise he wanted in Yang Xiaoqian's solemn expression, and showed a satisfied smile, perhaps because the morphine in his body began to work, the pain was relieved, his consciousness began to fly, and everything was in a trance.

"Have a good time, hit the temple, I don't feel it at all." Deng Xingli is no longer in pain, but he still hopes to die under Yang Xiaoqian's gun. What is more memorable than killing his own savior? ? Deng Xingli hopes that his death will make Yang Xiaoqian always remember the promise he made.

"it is good."

   When the gunshots sounded behind him, Yu Qian turned his head to look over, and saw Yang Xiaoqian standing up slowly with a blank face, his long black trench coat was hunting and dancing in the air, the hem of his clothes fluttering and rustling.

   Strange, is there such a strong wind? Yu Qian raised his hand and touched his head, but he didn't feel any obvious wind.

   "Listen to my orders." Black matter floated around Yang Xiaoqian's body, like ashes after burning, burning the air. The prism effect made Yang Xiaoqian's figure blurred and fluctuated.

   "Never let go!"

   One after another black shadow flew out of Yang Xiaoqian's body.

   The black matter visible to the naked eye condensed in large quantities, and instantly formed a giant hand, covering the mutant swordsman who was trying to escape.

Relying on his thick skin and thick flesh, the giant-arm variant ran out with the bullets of the second team. When running, he could not bear the weight of his arms, so he hung his arms several times thicker than his legs on the ground, and his limbs were even. Move like a gorilla.

   didn't run two steps, the black giant hands scattered into a black mist, flew around and gathered around him, forming a large net to lock his relatively thin legs, inertia made him fall to the ground, and the black net made him unable to move.

  The soldiers of the second team immediately turned their guns on him and started strafing fixed targets. However, it was difficult for the bullets from the rifle to penetrate his thick skin. Only when multiple bullets hit the same place could the skin and muscles be torn apart, but it was difficult to penetrate deeply.

When the giant arm mutant smiled smugly and was about to get up to escape, the mutation that terrified him occurred, and the large black net covering him dispersed into a misty fluid again, spreading into him along his ears, nose, eyes, and wounds. in vivo.

   From his distorted face, it can be seen that the feeling of those black substances moving in the body is very uncomfortable.

   "Why are you laughing at something that's going to die?" Yang Xiaoqian asked in a flat tone, looking at the giant arm variant in the distance.

   The next moment, the giant arm variant widened his eyes, and dozens of black mist condensed spikes pierced out of his body, piercing his eyes, piercing his throat, breaking his muscles, and smashing his brain.

  The giant arm variant that originally looked like a gorilla instantly turned into a hedgehog, and his body was stiff for a second and then completely flopped to death.

  Yu Qian couldn't hide his shock, staring at Yang Xiaoqian's forehead, the light from the two chains hurt Yu Qian's eyes.

   "And you guys." Yang Xiaoqian turned to look at the Ginza Building and muttered to himself.

  A large amount of black mist overflowed from the corpse of the giant arm variant, and moved at a high speed around Yang Xiaoqian's body and began to condense.

   "Huh" Yang Xiaoqian spread a pair of jet-black wings under his ribs, and as soon as he fanned it, the strong wind blew the hair of Yu Qian beside him into a chicken coop.

   After swallowing the six mutant brain nuclei, the Black Phantom roared, and also spread a pair of huge wings behind his back, soaring into the air, closely following Yang Xiaoqian, and flew towards the Ginza Building.

  …………

   "Run!" Without any hesitation, Bai abandoned his beloved sniper, turned and ran to the fire escape in the corridor, pulling out a remote control button and holding it tightly in his hand as he ran.

  Ronaldo and Bone Spurs did not ask why, and immediately ran away. They were used to not asking why. In short, Bai did what he did, and Bai was definitely right.

   Across the distance, Yang Xiaoqian was full of killing intent, his eyes were cold, and he could see three blurry backs disappearing from his sight, hiding inside the building.

  When he rushed to the removed floor-to-ceiling window, Yang Xiaoqian looked at the room. There was no furniture in it, only a sniper rifle, three stools, and black cube-shaped boxes all over the floor.

   What do these boxes look like? Yang Xiaoqian's mind moved, and suddenly gave up the pursuit and flew backwards quickly.

   "Boom—"

   The explosion that shook the entire memorial tower area sounded, and the rising orange flame engulfed the entire floor, and the sky lit up the night.

  A black shadow was blown away by the air waves, like a small leaf swaying in a violent storm.

   "Yang Xiaoqian—"