Jean Of Bright City 13

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"Jean your hand?"

Le Xiao woke up from the shock, the ceiling in front of him had collapsed a large piece, the gravel was falling, Jean had just grabbed the hand of the steel cable, and it had started to darken, and the entire palm had begun to rot and peel. In the thick water, it was terrifying.

"Go to the hospital quickly."

When Le Xiao just got up, an amazing roar burst out of the falling stones. With a whine, the barbed wire just shot like lightning, and Jean once again used the left hand that had problems. Squeezed the steel cable, only slightly grinning.

After a wheezing sound, the mask on the white-faced man's face had fallen to the ground, revealing a terrified square cheek.

The steel cable could not be recovered, it seemed to be clamped with iron tongs. At this time, there was only one thought in the head of the white-faced man. He escaped. He was very clear that Jean was just trying to test himself. Gene.

"Well, it's better to just grab a hand or ..."

Zizi

A flash of visible light flashed over the wire rope, and with a crackling sound, Jean's shirt was black, and Le Xiao was startled. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, but he turned back and smiled. Jean stopped.

"Just watch it quietly."

When Jean looked back, his eyes became extremely cold, his right hand made a knife shape, and he cut towards the wire rope. With a whimper, the wire rope instantly cut a light blue light into two pieces, and the white-faced man saw it. Miao turns around again and intends to enter the train for the staff.

Jean smiled coldly and threw away half of the wire rope. The moment he leaned forward, he was already blocked in front of the white-faced man and his eyes widened.

With a crunching noise, the white-faced man rolled on the floor, and then stood up immediately. The air in front of him seemed to compress something violently. He could see a trace of translucency, some distortion, but it soon returned to normal. .

Dididi

The alarm sounded, and the intensity of a lamp around the moment became brighter. The white-faced man knew that a person with 5 subjects would arrive in 10 minutes at most. If there was only one result waiting for him, he would die.

Jean saw the intention of the other party, he walked slowly over, the white-faced man was still thinking about countermeasures, but soon he laughed.

"Hurry up or I will lose patience."

Jean’s eyes became colder and colder, and his left hand began to recover miraculously, all of which were extremely incredible in the eyes of Le Xiao and Bai Mian.

Swish

The half of the steel cable exposed on the outside of the white-faced man's right hand was retracted. A purple halo appeared again on his feet. He slowly floated up and flew towards the special train for the staff on the right.

Crunch

A violent friction sounded. At the moment when the white-faced man approached the train, the train began to twist and compress, and instantly turned into a scrap of scrap iron. The white-faced man's face suddenly changed direction in the air with a smile, toward the ordinary people. 'S train hurriedly flew past, his right hand extended backwards, and a stream of purple particles scattered around the black hole opened on his right wrist.

Jean did not want to jump directly to the rear of the train for ordinary citizens. With a touch of purple in front of him, Jean immediately measured his body towards the right when he landed.

Buzz

A piercing sound wave swayed across Jean's eyes, a purple rushed across his eyes, Jean's cheek burned a part, he held his opponent's knee in one hand, and a white-faced man appeared in his right hand in front of him. Put the lightsaber, emitting a purple light, lightsaber about 50 centimeters.

"Goodbye Jean."

The buzzing sounded, Jean flashed the lightsaber in front of him, his body had moved backwards, and with the rumble, the train had started.

The moment Jean fell to the ground, he already knew there was another guy here, the gentleman's head.

"Go to the ground."

Jean turned around and shouted. When he turned around, he got up and turned into a light blue light.

I was almost done, why did Jean come over?

The white-faced man has torn the roof off with a lightsaber and fell down. He is talking to the gentleman's head not far from here with his mind, because there are biological chips implanted in his head, but this chip is not yet mature. The remote needs to be connected by some electrical signals, and these electrical signals are currently fragile and easy to intercept, especially when the other party has realized that they can communicate through the brain electrical signals from a long distance, so on the ground with a large network coverage area , They generally do not use this means of communication.

Soon the white-faced man laughed, a bunch of ideas came into his head, another station platform should have been blocked, and the gentleman's head would respond in three minutes after a small crossing used to transport materials Yourself.

After finishing the idea call, the white-faced man returned to the high-speed roof again. However, at this moment, a loud noise came from the rear of the car. He turned back in amazement and Jean stumbled towards the roof. I rushed over myself.

"How is it possible? This is over 1,000 kilometers per hour."

In a trance, the white-faced man had raised his right hand, and the purple particles spewed out again, forming a light sword like a little bit. At this speed, he has already been a bit unstable, if it is not special for the footsteps. The electromagnetic device can make him stick to the roof of the car. He has already pulled the inertia. He can only barely squat and spread his feet.

"You can't escape."

Jean moved briskly at the top of the high-speed train, as if not affected by inertia, and was about to come to the white-faced man.

It took about 1 minute to arrive. The white-faced man was in a heavy mood, but at the moment Jean came to himself, he stood up and waved the purple lightsaber in his hand.

At this moment, he saw Jean smile and stretched his right hand to grab. The white-faced man's thinking stopped instantly, and his brain was blank. He didn't know that Jean's suicidal approach was to want What to do.

Buzz

Jean grabbed the purple lightsaber with his bare hands, and the white-faced man stunned his eyes wide.

"Impossible, but..."

"Light particle high-concentration polymerization weapon is a kind of light-killing weapon, just..."

Jean smiled coldly, took out a cigarette and lit it, then took a long breath and spit out a smoke.

"I was rejected by the light."

With a click, the white-faced man's eyes widened, watching his purple lightsaber crack, and then a little bit of cracking, turning into scattered purple particles disappeared.

Bang Bang

The warm yellow lights around him burst one after another, and Jean was startled. He seemed to see something in his eyes. With a bang, Jean had already squatted down, and the white-faced male head in front was gone, blood spray.

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