Hardcore crisis

"Huh?"

Lu Yuan suddenly realized that something was wrong. The alarm at the police station had been ringing for so long. Except for the batch of NS-5 robots that arrived two minutes later, there was no second batch of support for more than half an hour. , no matter how you think about it, it doesn’t quite feel right.

"What do you plan to do when you come back now?"

Julie was frightened for a long time, and her voice was still a little trembling when she spoke.

"What?"

Some people live for hundreds of years, some do it for enjoyment, some do it for power, some do it for fame, and some do it for wealth.

At his current level, what meaning does human wealth, power, fame and other things that countless people pursue their whole lives have to him?

In the past, he stood at the height of the future of mankind.

At this moment, after seeing this piece of history, he suddenly felt dazed for a while.

Is the future of mankind really that important to him?

Lu Yuan shook his head slightly and recovered his dazed thoughts. He looked at the elevator entrance in the hall below.

Something is really wrong.

"Well……"

Suddenly, Julie next to her suddenly covered her throat, her eyes bulged, and she collapsed on the ground as if she couldn't breathe. Before Lu Yuan could react, within a few seconds, his body showed no signs of struggle. .

"This is?"

Lu Yuan quickly stepped in front of Julie, squatted down and took a look, and said "Huh", inexplicably she was dead?

Is this an illness?

still?

Using his fingers to open Julie's eyes, Lu Yuan frowned and found that the woman's pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes.

The unknown object on the side also imitated Lu Yuan's movements and squatted down, making babbling sounds and curiously wanted to touch Julie's eyes with his hands, but Lu Yuan grabbed him with one hand and stopped him.

Lu Yuan, who was deep in thought, didn't waste any more time. He stood up, turned around and floated down to the hall. He randomly found a few policemen who had been knocked unconscious by him... They were all dead!

Hundreds of humans in the hall all died of the same symptoms as Julie.

It seems that this is not an emergency, but some kind of supernatural force, or some kind of colorless and odorless gas?

…

…

A scream sounded from the ventilation duct on the top floor of the city police building, "Philip, why didn't your poison gas work?"

"It's not that it didn't work."

The man staring at the surveillance video has brown hair and a short stature. He is fully qualified to blend in with the crowd while walking on the street.

"Everyone inside is dead. Only Executivesword and the girl next to him are completely fine."

Philip also didn't figure it out, and looked confused: "No, my poisonous gas is like a wild apostle whose body has been mutated. Even if some people can withstand death, they will lose their ability to resist. There should never be anything wrong with it." No."

"If your poisonous gas had taken effect, I would understand that Executivesword would be fine, but why would the girl next to him be fine too?"

"..."

Philip shook his head: "I don't know, this is my first time encountering this situation... What should I do? Retreat first?"

"You inform Peter of the situation here first, and I'll go test it out."

"…Okay, Bartholomew, be careful."

"Haha, you know what I'm capable of."

Bartholomew took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his uneasiness and fear about Executivesword, and walked straight down without showing it on his face.

…

"Um?"

After checking everyone's bodies, Lu Yuan was about to go upstairs to take away the unknown object when he heard the elevator sound at the entrance and a burly man walked in.

Is this strange?

One person's support?

But thinking of the hundreds of people who suddenly died, Lu Yuan thought thoughtfully, are they suitable for the Holy Arrow? Is he the apostle he is now called?

"Did you do these people?"

Still dozens of meters away from Lu Yuan, Bartholomew stopped and heard the question from Lu Yuan.

"Executivesword, you have been missing for twenty-five years, why are you coming back?"

Bartholomew didn't answer Lu Yuan's question, and Bartholomew said a little resentfully.

"..."

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "There is no reason to say so. When I appeared twenty-five years ago, was there a reason?"

At Lu Yuan's level, any verbal or psychological attacks are completely ineffective because humans simply cannot understand a life form of his level.

Lu Yuan said calmly: "You should be what is now commonly known as an apostle, right? Why, are you here just to say these things?"

Bartholomew clenched his fists tightly and then released them, "Okay, I've locked you in. I admit that you are scary. Even nuclear bombs can be defended by you."

As he spoke, he took out a hunting knife from his waist, waved it in his hand, and sneered: "But you will never be able to defend against my attack!"

Without waiting for any reaction from Lu Yuan, Bartholomew suddenly inserted the hunting knife in his hand into his arm.

Blood splattered everywhere, a merciless act of self-mutilation, this was a scene that even Lu Yuan himself had never imagined.

Don't you want to attack yourself? Why did you suddenly commit suicide?

"Snapped!"

This thought passed away in a flash, and Lu Yuan was shaken, and saw his entire right arm exploded.

"ten times!"

The fear in Bartholomew's heart turned into cruel excitement: "Anyone who is targeted by me, once I am hurt, will react back tenfold. How about it? Are you going to kill me? If you kill me, you will be dead." ...Haha, of course even if you don't kill me, you will still suffer ten times the feedback damage, so... uh uh uh?"

Before Bartholomew could finish his words, his excitement came to an abrupt end. He was shocked to see that Lu Yuan's exploded right arm did not have any blood or bones falling off, but it was like a dusty powder exploded. Where could it be Can you see a little bit of blood?

It wasn't just his excitement that came to an abrupt end, his shock instantly turned into his eyes almost popping out of his head.

The right arm that had just exploded and disappeared, countless powders seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly gathered together, and condensed into a complete right arm at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Except for the missing sleeve, that is an intact right arm!

"you you……"

Bartholomew's tongue seemed to be frozen, and he could not utter a complete sentence. The joy that he had restrained when he saw Lu Yuan disappeared completely within a few seconds.

He lowered his head and looked at the hunting knife on his arm. The blood was still flowing down without any sign of stopping.

If Bartholomew had become more proficient in Chinese, he would certainly have been unable to resist saying two words at this moment: Mom sells batches!