Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang glanced outside the villa, still lingering, refusing to leave, trying to contain the large number of people waiting for him to be captured, then bowed his head and smiled coldly.

"Isn't it just stalking? If it's true, let's see who is afraid of whom?"

After one hour.

Fang Lang arrived directly on the ground in a public aircraft suspended by the trainee hunter department in Zone 2.

When the car landed and the doors opened, he was the only one to get out from the front end.

The curious man slipped onto the public grand prix after a long walk, but didn't say a word for a long time.

Where is this public flying car carrying Fang Lang?

Apparently, apart from the driver, every other passenger on the roller coaster was knocked over.

The best of times.

We estimated another hour or two before we slowed down and wobbled away from the parked roller coaster.

But all of this has nothing to do with Fang Lang.

Even on foot, Fang Lang's walking speed is not slow.

Walk into the hustle and bustle of downtown during the day.

What's more obvious is that most of the original green vegetation on the ground in the bustling urban area of ​​the second district has been completely replaced by large patches of light purple.

A tree with a crown like a weird cotton ball, every few kilometers, a tree will appear in the field of vision.

Faced with these strange situations, Fang Lang's eyes were calm.

No more surprises.

Instead, he wanders aimlessly in the same direction like a wandering soul.

He walked at a constant speed and brisk pace until noon, almost to the outskirts of the city center of the second arrondissement, but was stopped by a line of heavily armed policemen on a main road.

"There is a major accident ahead. It will take us a long time to deal with it. Whoever comes, they can only enter, not leave. So please stop everyone working in this area. Please wait for the traffic to resume notice."

As soon as the first officer sees someone approaching, he picks up the speaker and reads the same notice in a numb voice.

For this interim announcement.

Fang Lang just raised his head and was forbidden to go further into the suburbs.

Then he smiled calmly.

There was no choice but to turn around and leave.

Despite his high position, he could already hear the sound of fierce fighting.

After all, there is some curiosity, and it is actually useless to know that it has failed.

Turn around and walk to the other side of the city.

Fang Lang's eyes showed a faint thought.

Interestingly.

Although the faint fighting sounds were fierce, they were not like in a real dream. With the blessing of source power, the destructive power is amazing!

Go out more than 100 meters, stop and turn to another street.

A few hundred meters down this quiet street.

boom.

There was a loud bang.

Fang Lang's eyes twitched slightly.

An old man fell from the sky!

After falling to the ground, the old man with a white beard like the wind of the Taoist bone fairy not only bleeds from his nose and mouth, but also clearly saw that some bones on his body were severely broken.

But even so, he still struggled to support his bleeding head with his only uninjured left hand, turned his head to look at Fang Lang with great difficulty, and whispered anxiously and weakly.

"Young man, I think you have a wonderful root, and there must be a bright future ahead. But now you're in danger, and you don't know it. Quick, quick, quick. I've got a knack. Come on, I'm free teach you!"

Looking at the uncle's tenacious vitality.

Fang Lang's mouth twitched slightly.

Then quietly took a step back, and said with three points of vigilance and sincerity.

"Uncle, do you need first aid?"

If necessary, wait, I can contact you for free.

"By the way, I don't really need any tricks. After all, I'm just a little guy. No matter what secret tricks I get, I can only be regarded as a waste."

"If you can, sir, you still have to use this method to solve the crisis you are facing. After all, your crisis-makers will be here in large numbers in a minute at most!"

The sound didn't abate.

boom.

A policeman hurried several hundred meters away from the man who fell from the sky and hit the ground badly, throwing a short metal rod from a distance.

The metal rod, like a long eye, drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and hit the uncle on the back of the head. The uncle with blood all over his face fell down.

When explaining to Fang Lang, the middle-aged police officer who immediately attacked the victim was out of breath with a serious expression.

"The impact of the major accident ahead has spread. This old man was one of the accidents. Please leave here voluntarily as soon as possible. Don't make a mistake!"

His face turned green.

Fang Lang nodded like an honest baby.

He seemed afraid that one more word would delay the matter.

Before he could speak, he fled the scene with a timid expression.

The uncle who fell from the sky was dragged away by the police.

He ran five streets in a row.

Just a slow lead.

Slow down and start walking at a constant speed. After walking for half an hour, a small paper ball was placed in a quiet place.

At the place where I met the uncle who just fell from the sky, the uncle quietly and accurately from a hidden place

Angle stuffed it into the paper ball in Teacher Qin's ancient jacket pocket.

A few lines were scrawled on the ball of paper:

Dreams come true is the most real wish of most people in the world, but when most people in a region can easily realize their dreams, it is definitely not a dream, but a nightmare, only the majority of people in this region do not know.

Young people, go to those you know best from the past, and look for clues to break the game.

Friendly reminder, No. 55 Kuangdao Road!

Looking at the paper ball with such wonderful content, Fang Lang's eyes twitched twice.

What's the way to break the game?

There's no dry stuff at all, but a Phase 2 trainee hunter is tasked with saving the entirety of the weird Second Sector, which has fallen into a sea of ​​lilac.

Are you joking?

In the second district, none of the official hunters that Fang Lang knew died.

What happened?

If I were in a dream or dream world right now, after the old man's head was broken, the blood wouldn't flow from the wound.

Shake your head.

Take a deep breath.

Fang Lang turned around, trying to return to the original way.

Go back the same way to the land where the trainee hunter division in the second district hangs.

As he walked at a constant pace for short distances of several hundred meters, the faces of the people around him kept floating in his mind.

In the end, it was fixed on Long Enqing's delicate and indifferent face.

Think and think.

Although the thoughts in my mind were complicated, Fang Lang's expression and eyes were calm from beginning to end. This calm also miraculously reveals the slightest timidity without revealing any flaws. ..