The Original Seeker

　　 No matter how desperate and frustrated Saul is, after the massacre, Hou Zi entered the so-called sage mode, without distracting thoughts.

　　 Through careful analysis, he summed up the empirical law of gaining power after he discovered that he killed someone.

"The more people who kill the evil deeds, the more power they can gain, and the stronger people who kill them, the more power they can gain. As long as I persist in justice and eliminate harm for the people, there will always be realization of my ideals. Day."

　　 After bloodbathing a municipal government and harvesting hundreds of lives, his original injuries have been completely healed, and he has officially his own life field, free from the embarrassment of being killed by a range-type ability person.

　　 Coupled with the high-frequency knife, its own combat power is already comparable to that of agile high-level abilities.

　　 When he was not blinded by the desire to kill, he was sober and began to plan his future route.

"Now that such a big case has been made, they have completely torn their face with them. Even if they escape the country, they will never let me go. It is better to stay in China and implement my justice till the end. For a moment, do my best to use the knife in my hand to do everything in my heart!"

　　 "In my current situation, there is no need to eat; it has a speed comparable to high-speed rail, and basically does not need to use transportation; with strong physical fitness, there will be no problems sleeping in the wilderness."

　　 "When I don't need to punish evil, I can completely pretend to be a tramp or hide in a mountain lump. It is not easy to track me down."

　　 "This high-frequency knife is similar to a broken bamboo pole when not in use. It seems that this group of dead spies had expected this a long time ago. If it were made like a dragon knife, it would be troublesome to disguise it."

　　 After defining himself as a martyr of justice, Hou Zi began to wander and flee, and continue to implement his so-called path of justice.

"Su Ya, female, thirty-two years old, Chinese nationality, divorced, has a son, and her son is now living with his maternal grandparents in the State of Arrie, America. This trip is likely to protect a few people from returning to China. Details of residence Address..." According to the detailed information provided by the intelligence agency, Bai Mo quickly found the whereabouts of the last required Lingshu owner.

　　 "It's a bit troublesome, but I went to America."

　　 Because of the rising racist sentiment in the United States, all states have rejected and expelled non-whites, and China’s local intelligence network has also been devastated.

　　 "Now the people in the Intelligence Department are also in a hurry to evacuate. Others couldn't help in the past. It's more convenient for me to go by myself."

　　 "Chen Xi, prepare for me. I'm going to Arleigh, USA."

"Ok."

After more than half a year of running-in, Chen Xi has become fully familiar with the character of this boss. He never explained the reason for giving orders, and he does not need to give advice from his subordinates. He only needs to do according to his requirements. In fact, he is extremely self-conscious. people.

"He is going to the U.S. to find this woman?" Bai Mo's request, together with the information previously inquired by the intelligence department, was quickly conveyed to the ears of several leaders through the intelligence team dedicated to him. "No matter what his reason is, let He pays attention to safety. The United States is now in a mess, so we will arrange a special plane for him."

"It would be nice if the guys in the research institute are as worry-free as him. They never do things behind their backs and spend all day doing research. Huaguo has been unable to do research all the time, because there are too few people like him, and there are too few people like him. Technocrats with power."

　　 "He has already produced a quarter of the total number of data in the research institute. He is indeed an insignificant talent."

　　 "In the future, we won't need to notify us of such small things."

　　 "Yes the chief."

Although anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is an independent army supported by China, after all, the two countries are not in an official state of war, and civilian flights are still available. It's just that the number has been greatly reduced because of the xenophobic riots, let alone representing the Chinese government. special plane.

　　 After the leader spoke, everything was naturally completed at the fastest speed. Only two days later, Bai Mo, who habitually carried a large box, boarded a special plane specially prepared for him.

　　 The crew on the special plane also saw a bodyguard and a leader boarding the plane without any entourage.

　　 But they have long been responsible for receiving high-level officials and they already have excellent service quality, so don't ask why it is one of the important rules.

　　 "You don't need to prepare anything for me." As soon as he got on the plane, Bai Mo directly said to the service staff present.

"Yes it is."

　　 put the box aside, he leaned on the seat, his long hair over the shoulder casually draped over the back of the chair, and quietly closed his eyes.

　　 Twelve hours later, Bai Mo carried the box alone and appeared in Moore City in the State of Yali.

Arizona is a state that the Independence Army has not invaded. Unlike the southeastern states, which have been ravaged by war, although both sides have refrained from using weapons of mass destruction, they are like wars between capable people. The bombing of artillery and bombs still inevitably caused a lot of damage.

　　 The buildings here are still basically intact. Except for the racial rejection graffiti that can be seen everywhere, and sporadic gunfire, it has not changed much from before the war.

　　 "Second class people all get out of this country!"

　　 "Yellow leather, black leather, brown leather, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you are inferior to green leather, Waaaaaaaah!"

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　　 Streets and alleys are filled with venting graffiti slogans, telling the madness of the creators. Bai Mo even saw a few people who had just smoked marijuana, picked up spray paint, and staggered and sprayed on a wall.

　　 But none of this has much to do with him, as long as his goal is not dead. Bai Mo took out the online map and proceeded according to the location provided on the information.

　　 The more he walked towards his destination, the more chaos he found. The idle riots, young people with gasoline bottles and guns, seem to be running to one place.

　　 Along the way, Bai Mo did not conceal his psychic energy fluctuations, his tyrannical aura almost materialized, oppressing all the ordinary people nearby, making them even have difficulty breathing.

　　 Although the opponent is obviously an Oriental face, most of the thugs chose to avoid it. Only a small number of people who are not afraid of death or believe in evil, and those who carry heavy guns dare to shoot him.

　　 "Pretend to be a ghost!"

　　 "Da da da da da da da da!" Several large white men with "...GREATAGAIN" tattoos on both arms roared and pulled the trigger in their hands.

　　 "People in a crazy group tend to lower their IQ." The howling bullets were forcibly reversed by the thought force wall surrounding Bai Mo and returned to their launchers.

　　 "My..." Before the word "God" could be said, the few people with guns had been beaten into hornet nests by the bullets they fired.

　　 If someone noticed the guns they were holding on their bodies, they would find such a thing-the barrel of each gun was shot into an inverted bullet, completely destroying the structure of the gun body.