Life Copy Game

Chapter 1144 Try (long chapter, please vote for me)

The bright red blood line stretched into a red silk in the sky, reflecting the ripples of light under the light outside the window, filling the dazed vision of Vicco, who was curled up under the bed with a pistol in his hand.

And under this long red silk, above the wide off-road motorcycle, under the shining light, the man in the blood-stained jacket put the blood-colored blade back into the scabbard, like a god or demon rushing out of the glory, looking down at him at this moment.

The front of the motorcycle pressed down, and the figure of the man also pressed down at the same time, reaching out to him.

At this moment, Vicco only felt that his brain was blank, but he still subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the hand that was stretched out.

But his body was curled up under the bed, and his arm was not long enough, so he was still a little short of the hand that was stretched out.

However, just when he thought he was about to cross the palm of the hand that was stretched out, the figure who stretched out his hand slightly turned sideways, pressed his body sideways again, and grasped his hand.

With a huge force pulling him up, Vicco felt as if his body was being pulled by invisible lines, flying upward and landing on the back seat of the motorcycle.

Bang——

There seemed to be a dull sound in the air, which was the sound of the butler's head falling to the ground.

However, Vicco had no time to think about the source of the sound. Before he could react, a low voice came from the front, asking, "Do you have a gun?"

Vicco hurriedly fumbled in his pocket, and then suddenly realized that he had been holding a small pistol in his hand, and he hurriedly handed the pistol over.

He Ao took the pistol and took a look.

This is a KKG43 pistol produced by Ives Space System, which is one of the best civilian pistols sold on the federal market.

Most of the gun body is made of special plastic. The advantage is that it is cheap and light, and the disadvantage is that it is not durable and powerful. However, judging from the shape of the gun, it should have been modified in some way.

"That, the safety is not off."

The hurried Vicco seemed to remember something and reminded him.

He Ao took out the magazine and took a look. The sixteen-round magazine was full. Then he raised his hand, pressed the magazine back, and turned off the safety with his thumb.

At the same time, he held the handlebars with one hand and rubbed the gun on his thigh with the other hand to load the gun.

"Hold me tight."

He whispered.

Vicco subconsciously reached out and grabbed the figure in front of him.

Then he saw He Ao blast the accelerator, and the whole motorcycle rushed towards the open door in front.

The door of this bedroom is not small, but it is still a bit difficult to squeeze such an off-road motorcycle out directly.

In Vicco's eyes, it was like seeing the small door and the wall crashing towards him.

"Ah!!!"

He opened his mouth subconsciously, accompanied by a violent scream, and the off-road motorcycle took him out of the small door, passed through the spacious living room, and rushed out of the open door.

Just at this moment, the rapid sound of gunfire suddenly rang outside the door.

On the road outside the house, several black cars had been blocked at some point, blocking the road ahead.

A group of fierce-looking figures in bodyguard uniforms were standing outside the cars, holding guns and aiming at the motorcycles that rushed out.

They seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of the vehicle, but they were very skilled and immediately reacted and fired.

At the same time, some figures holding weapons rushed towards the off-road motorcycles at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

He Ao raised his gun, not aiming at the "bodyguards" around him, but at the top of a low building not far away.

At this moment, on the rooftop of the low building, a figure was leaning on a sniper rifle, aiming in the direction of He Ao.

To be precise, it was aimed at Vico behind He Ao.

He saw He Ao raise his gun and aim it at him. He was slightly stunned, leaned on the sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger.

Bang——

He Ao fired, and the bullet passed through the snowy night and the wind, brushed past the sniper two meters away, and hit the concrete water tower standing on the rooftop.

Hearing the sound of the bullet hitting the concrete, the sniper's mouth curled up a smile.

At such a distance, with a small civilian pistol, this can be hit? ! Who do you think you are?

Not to mention that I am wearing a bulletproof vest.

Bang——

The next second, a bright red flower bloomed between his eyebrows, and the hot bullet passed through the back of his head and hit the wall behind him.

He widened his eyes and fell backwards.

On the speeding motorcycle below, He Ao glanced at the small pistol in his hand.

The power is not bad, and the modification technology is good, but the crosshairs are a bit outrageous.

It is highly likely that Vico has never used this gun.

Accompanied by the roaring sound of the motorcycle engine, He Ao turned the pistol and aimed it at the "bodyguard" who was holding a high-powered rifle at a distance behind him.

Bang, bang, bang——

The crisp sound of gunfire accompanied by the roar of the engine sounded in the night.

The figures holding guns froze, and fell backwards to the ground with blood on their faces.

During this process, the speeding motorcycle did not stop. In a flash, the off-road motorcycle was about to rush to the car blocking the road.

And those "bodyguards" who rushed up with various weapons also approached the two people in the car.

Their eyes were glowing with a strange red light, as if they were under some strange control, and their brows flashed with desire and excitement for killing.

Vicko stared at the crowd blankly.

He vaguely remembered that he had met these "bodyguards" when he visited the Minister of the Interior.

In those impressions, these "bodyguards" were vicious, but not so crazy.

At this moment, these people were twisted and crazy, as if they had some invisible hysteria, and they seemed to be influenced and dominated by some higher and irresistible will.

Even if that will had never thought of dominating these low-level lives, it was just the natural breath that spread to these people.

Make them fearless, make them violent, and make them eager for killing and chaos.

Looking at those pairs of red eyes, vaguely, Vico seemed to feel that his eyes had also passed through the infinitely high places, through the universe and time and space, and were about to come into contact with some invisible will.

"Come back to your senses!"

At this moment, a cold low shout exploded in his ears like thunder.

This voice was like a pair of giant hands that traveled through time and space, grabbing his soul and grabbing his thoughts back from the endless void.

Fine cold sweat covered Vicco's back in an instant.

His knowledge of mysticism was not enough, but it was enough for him to understand what had just happened.

If he had just taken another step forward, no, even a little bit, he would have been contaminated by the will of the evil god, and then gradually degenerated and twisted uncontrollably, and finally tended towards the great will that could not be disobeyed.

He raised his head and looked at the figure carrying him in front of him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he saw the person in front of him casually throw away the pistol with an empty magazine in his hand, then pull up the handlebars of the motorcycle with one hand and pull out the blade inserted in the scabbard on his back with the other hand.

It was a bloody brilliance.

Vicco did not see the appearance of the knife clearly, he only saw the bloody brilliance shuttled under the flickering street lights.

This brilliance passed through the figures rushing over, like a bloodthirsty beast baring its fangs.

Blood splashed in the sky, but it did not fall. Most of it was absorbed by the blood-red brilliance and disappeared into the blade.

Just like a greedy devil sucking blood, the blood-soaked figure in front of him was the knight who passed through the flames and blood sea and drove the devil.

Not far in front of the motorcycle, a car started and rushed towards the speeding motorcycle without hesitation.

Then Vico saw the figure in front of him holding the blood-red light and throwing it forward.

The blood-red light easily cut the wide car, and then cut through several cars behind the car that were also blocking the road and ready to rush.

The surging flames ignited from under the cut cars in an instant, and the raging fire went up, following the trajectory cut by the blood-red light, burning into a road forged by flames.

The speeding motorcycle was still rushing forward, and the figures with red light flashing in their eyes continued to rush towards He Ao who had lost his weapon fearlessly.

Two of the figures were extremely fast, one on the left and one on the right, one holding a sharp rapier and the other holding a sharp scimitar, standing in front of the light path constructed by the flames, locking onto the speeding motorcycle from two directions.

And behind them, several more figures followed closely.

They wanted to stop the motorcycle here, and if they couldn't save the lives of the people on the motorcycle, they had to save the footsteps of the people on the motorcycle.

For this reason, they could charge fearlessly.

Vicco stared at this scene blankly.

He knew very well that the speed of these people had exceeded the level that normal people should have. They were all extraordinary people, so many extraordinary people.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his speed was too slow, so slow that before he opened his mouth to speak, the two figures on the left and right had already arrived in front of the motorcycle.

Then he saw the figure in front of him let go of the hand holding the handlebars, opened his arms, and stretched forward.

The figures rushing up from the left and right, as if they had calculated it well, just sent the hands holding the rapier and scimitar to the hands of the figure in front.

Then, the figure in front easily grasped the rapier and scimitar, and then turned back like a brush, cutting off the heads of their masters.

After losing the bloodthirsty blood-colored brilliance, the scattered blood fell unhindered in the sky.

The bright red and hot droplets sprinkled on Vicco's cheeks and on the figure rushing behind him.

The sword that killed the master was held by the man in the black jacket, and he cut off the lives that rushed in along the roaring motorcycle.

The blood and the body were scattered in front of the gushing flames, soaking the snowflakes floating in the sky into bright red, and then melting in the raging fire.

The motorcycle to the passage formed by the flames in front was only a dozen meters, or perhaps only a few meters.

Vicco had never felt that his eyes were filled with so many scenes, blood, corpses, flames, and snowflakes.

The speeding motorcycle rushed into the sea of ​​fire and moved forward along the split road.

And those who were chasing them also rushed out of the sea of ​​fire one after another, trying to block their way.

The figure wearing a blood-stained jacket, raised his hands, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

The violently running motorcycle, under him, was like a docile colt, charging them forward at a terrifying speed.

Some burning flames splashed on the motorcycle, making the speeding vehicle also stained with some flames, burning the steaming blood in the air.

It was like the god of death riding the hounds of hell, harvesting life in the flames.

Vico didn't know how long the harvest lasted. He only knew that the crazy figures who kept coming one after another had calmed down at some point.

They stood behind the flames, staring blankly at the blood scattered in the sky.

Their eyes were still glowing red, but they no longer moved forward.

The flowing blood sprinkled in the sky and evaporated in the flames, forming the most instinctive fear in the world and extinguishing the endless madness.

The cold wind blew through the sea of ​​fire, and the snowflakes soaked in blood fell along the edge of the flames, landing on the wet ground and next to the blood-red blade inserted into the ground.

Boom——

The speeding motorcycle rushed out of the surging sea of ​​fire, and the figure wearing a blood-stained jacket pressed down, stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the blood-red blade inserted into the ground, and pulled it out instantly.

The speeding motorcycle and the blood-stained figure held the blood-red blade and moved straight forward.

Rushed into the dark street ahead, in the whistling cold wind.

Behind the motorcycle, figures rushed out from the edge of the sea of ​​fire, silently watching the figure running away.

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It was not until the cold wind blew across his cheeks like a blade that Vico woke up from the shock.

He watched the figure in front of him put his hand on the front of the car again and inserted the bloody blade into the sheath.

He knew the identity of the person in front of him and had seen him from a distance.

But he never expected that he would meet him again in this way and under such circumstances.

He had too many doubts in his heart, and he opened his mouth to ask something.

Dinglingling——

But before he could ask a question, the figure in front of him raised his hand and answered a phone call.

"Mr. Soter, this is Borrick,"

A somewhat anxious voice sounded in the night. Indistinctly, behind this voice, one could hear some dense gunfire and the sound of artillery explosions. "I am now at the South Gate Factory. Didn't you ask me to come here to investigate the factory? I am now at the South Gate. I saw the city defense army here-"

"How far are you from the city defense army command center now?"

Without waiting for him to finish his words, He Ao asked without pause.

"Me?"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little confused about He Ao's question, and then quickly said, "Still, there is still some distance..."

"Now, go to the city defense army command center immediately, find Ovi, and give me a message."

He Ao continued to speak quickly.

"Me?"

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, "I'm going to find Ovi? Ovi, the commander-in-chief of the city defense army?"

"Go, I believe you."

He Ao lowered his head and said quickly.

Then he hung up the phone directly and asked Eve to send the message he had prepared to Borrick.

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South Gate

The red-haired man hiding at a street corner put down his bracelet in a daze, turned his head and looked at the city defense command center building not far behind him.

Dense gunfire with a little cannon sound was coming from the city gate behind the building.

"I'll go?"

He pointed at himself, and then looked at the quiet and strange tall building in a daze.

Fully armed soldiers were densely protecting the tall building at this moment, as if a mosquito flying by could be burned into dust by the laser cannon.

"Mr. Sote, you trust me too much."

He sighed, rubbed his messy red hair, turned around, carefully bypassed the sentry behind him, and approached the silent building.

——

The roaring motorcycle passed through the wide street and sped forward in the snow.

Vico grabbed the black jacket and faced the flying wind.

He opened his mouth and finally asked the first question he had ever asked, "Where are we going?"

They were out of danger, but the motorcycle didn't seem to be stopping.

His voice was mixed with the wind and was obscured by the violent wind.

He opened his mouth and wanted to raise his voice again, but before he could speak, he heard a calm response in his ear,

"Go to the North Gate."

"Go to the North Gate, what do you do at the North Gate?"

He was slightly stunned and didn't react.

"Go and try,"

The calm voice sounded in his ears again, "Change the fate of this city."

The cold wind and snow blew through the streets, blowing through the simple sheds and tents in the snow.

The roaring motorcycle rushed through all of this.

Vico stared blankly at the figure in front of him, at the city retreating in the wind and snow, and at the pale cheeks that emerged from the shadows and were attracted by the roaring engine sound.

The air seemed to still have the residual warmth of the fire, burning his cheeks and chest.

Four thousand six hundred words, a little writer's block, will finish it a little later, please vote at the beginning of the month.