Exotic space: a reincarnation journey from a nightmare

"Speaking of which, it seems that there is a guy who escaped through the net."

Thinking of the sniper who kept sneaking up on him during the battle, Chen Yu rubbed his chin.

It's been such a long time, that guy is afraid that he has already fled far away, and after the sneak attack, he will retreat all over? This is not okay, you have to make the other party pay some price.

Although the enemy is already far away from him, he also has a means to be able to hurt the opponent.

"Treasure Tool-Written in the Book of False Classics"

The moment the treasure tool was activated, a phantom shadow of the wolf's head appeared behind Chen Yu, and the werewolf disappeared immediately after letting out a roar.

The matter has been done, and Chen Yu is ready to leave here.

At this time, the familiar sound of propellers and the alarm bell of police cars came from outside the building.

The government's Self-Defense Forces have arrived.

A

gunship began to circle the branch building, and in the open space in front of the building below, more than a dozen police cars had surrounded the entire building.

Dozens of armed police officers and self-defense forces gathered here, which is all the combat power that can be assembled in Tokyo's 20 wards.

"Coming... The support was pretty fast. Facing

the large number of police officers and self-defense forces assembled outside, Chen Yu silently put away the long knife, and then a murderous weapon with the shape of a shark was taken out of the storage space.

Chen Yu didn't treat these people as people, but he didn't just talk about it.

The world is distorted, and the root of the distortion is the existence of the Kaoru species, so all the Kaoru species must be expelled.

For these guys who claim to be right, to treat unscrupulous massacres as "justice" will only make people feel disgusted.

Chen Yu never labels what he does as right or wrong, he only acts according to principles.

"Just find a cloak with justice written on it and wear it."

While thinking about these meaningless things, Chen Yu carried the fish bone in his hand on his shoulder and walked towards the outside of the building.

............

A drizzle had begun to fall in the sky, and in a dark, damp alleyway, Nighthawk slowly stopped.

"Huh~hu~~ finally escaped!" Looking at the CCG building towering in the distance, Nighthawk breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, Raven, I already remember your appearance, it won't be long before the organization will send someone to hunt you down, even if your strength is strong in front of the second-order contractor, you are an ant, feel the despair!"

Nighthawk himself did not know Chen Yu's name and contractor number, the only thing he knew was the appearance of the other party and the code name given by CCG.

But he believes that with the ability to organize, it should not be difficult to find and kill the other party.

Looking at the team members whose current status was displayed as dead, Nighthawk's eyes flashed with strong hatred.

His mission this time is considered to be over, without the assistance of his teammates, what he can do as a sniper is really limited, not to mention his melee combat ability.

Nighthawk next plans to try his luck on the battlefield in District 11, where CCG is now fighting with the Bronze Tree, and if he changes the water and fishes, even he can get some benefits alone.

Just as Nighthawk took a step to leave, a faint roar sounded in his ears.

Whoosh—

"Poof!"

"Aaaaaaa!!a Severe pain came from his thigh, a hideous wound pierced through his thigh out of thin air, and he lost 42% of his health in an instant.

The guy caught up??? This was Nighthawk's first reaction when he was injured.

He struggled to drag his injured leg and sat down with his back against a trash can that could be used as cover, with an extra sniper rifle in his hand.

At the moment when he was injured in the leg and could not move freely, all he could rely on was the old guy in his hand.

......

Tick Tick -

The light in the cloudy alley was still dim, and no figure could be seen, only his own gasping, heartbeat, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground.

The intense pain made Nighthawk's heart beat faster, but he still hid behind cover without making a sound.

As a sniper, he knew very well that the wound on his leg was caused by a sniper rifle, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, Nighthawk could tell from the shape of the wound that the enemy was using the same model of 0.3-inch sniper bullet as himself.

The blood loss caused by the wound made Nighthawk's consciousness begin to blur, the enemy was very cunning, and the purpose of shooting at his leg instead of the key point was obvious, which was a diversionary shot to incapacitate himself.

After a brief treatment of the wound, Nighthawk took out a small mirror from his arms and observed the direction in which the bullet came from.

Because it was raining, the mirror was covered with a thick layer of moisture, and only a building on the bullet's firing trajectory could be vaguely identified.

Putting the mirror away, Nighthawk began to move carefully against the wall, he couldn't give up yet, after all, it was no longer safe here.

Just as Nighthawk moved, a gust of wind blew and footsteps sounded from the other side of the alley.

Is it coming....

Hearing the footsteps, Nighthawk relaxed, and the invisible enemy was more dangerous.

"Well... The smell is coming from this neighborhood. The

old voice sounded, the footsteps gradually approached, and the nighthawk gradually saw the appearance of the person coming.

This is a figure wearing a black raincoat and a white mask, and the figure is narrowing his eyes at this time, walking straight towards him.

Without waiting for the other party to get closer, Nighthawk raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The identity of the other party is not important, the important thing is that the person in front of him appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, which is enough for him to shoot the other party.

"Poof!" After the bullet hits the opponent, it splatters a cloud of blood.

Looking down at the place where he was shot, the figure was silent and continued to walk towards him.

"Fuck your sister's !!"

Looking at this similar scene, Nighthawk's scalp tingled, and he now began to wonder if there was something wrong with his gun.

"You are a white dove, yes, dress up exactly as Mr. Sifang said."

On the other side, the girl's voice came from behind, and hearing the voice, Nighthawk subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun to the back.

“！"

The black shadow flashed, the sniper rifle broke in two, and the figure before instantly appeared in front of Nighthawk, pinching his neck and lifting him up.

"It's not polite to use a gun instead of an answer." As he spoke, the pupils under the mask glowed bloodthirsty red.

"Uh... Seeing the iconic eyes, Nighthawk already understood the identity of the other party.

"Store manager, this guy is one of the white pigeons who came to District 20 a few days ago." The girl in black wearing a rabbit mask walked up to the two.

These two people were the same people who heard the news and came to the 20th district to check on the situation.

"Well, it is, but this white pigeon was seriously injured, it should be that guy who did it." Seeing the injury on Nighthawk's leg, the store manager Fangcun quickly made a judgment.

"I had a bad premonition when he said he wanted to take revenge before, who would have thought that he would directly enter the CCG building, I don't know what to do." Thinking of the new employee in that store, Dong Xiang couldn't help but cover his head.