His message was sent to a communication group, and someone replied: "Come on, what a big shot? I had a classmate with them before. I heard that his company had gone bankrupt long ago. He had been unemployed for a long time and could not afford to pay it back with a credit card. He had already gone to the homeless concentration camp and got relief money there to live a day."

Seeing this message, He Zheng was stunned for a moment, and scenes appeared in his mind: Arita's face in front of him always seemed to be unfamiliar, which made him dare not recognize him. He also had his attitude, and what he said was on a business trip, but the message said that he had been unemployed for a long time and had long become a homeless man.

No, He Zheng turned his head and looked at Ayuta who was walking towards the station. Ayuta's steps seemed a little weird, unlike a normal person.

The old policeman also noticed his abnormality: "What's wrong?"

He Zheng walked forward a few steps quickly and shouted: "Aritamura Masato!"

Ye Lingtian stopped, turned around slowly, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

He Zheng ran over panting: "I have something to ask you, what job are you doing in Micheng?"

"Oh, I'm doing trade." Ye Lingtian said with a smile.

Then the next second, he suddenly smashed the briefcase in his hand on He Zheng's face. He Zheng instinctively reached out to cover his face in pain, and then let go of the baton he was holding tightly.

He realized something was wrong when He Zheng came over, and then saw He Zheng talking to him with a smile on the surface, but in fact his hand had quietly reached to the baton on his waist, so he took advantage of the conversation that He Zheng relaxed his guard and took action. Then he instantly took away He Zheng's baton and hit He Zheng hard on the back of his head. He Zheng snorted, rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. Then Ye Lingtian held the baton and turned around and rushed out of the station.

This sudden incident shocked everyone. After reacting, the old policeman brought the other policemen to surround him. The old policeman reached out and pulled his gun from his waist, while the other plainclothes rushed over immediately.

With a "bang", one of them fired the gun, and the moment Ye Lingtian heard the sound, he had fallen to the ground in an instant, rolling away from the bullet. However, this action also pulled open the wound on his leg, and blood began to seep out again, and his pants suddenly turned red. At this time, the police dog that had been hiding aside finally began to follow the police and buzzed towards Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian didn't even snorted. At the moment when he moved just now, he felt his whole body was torn and every part was hurting, but he insisted on it. Then the next second, he had already waved his baton and smashed open the window of the next door. The glass splattered everywhere. No one noticed the light reflected from the cracks of Ye Lingtian's fingers when he got up. Then several cold lights flew over. Before the lamp could come back to his senses, they felt a chill on their necks, and then hot things flowed down. All their movements seemed to have been pressed and stopped in place. Then they widened their eyes and fell to the ground. Blood quickly flowed out from their necks.

Only the older policeman was left. The glass flew towards him without cutting his arteries. He only drew a long wound on his neck, which looked like a beheading. A thin blood line flowed down his neck. He also fell down, kneeling on the ground, purely because of fear and fear. The man in front of him seemed to have come from hell, and his body was covered with cold murderous aura. The police dog next to him was so scared that he collapsed to the ground again. There was a smell of stench in the air. I don’t know who was incontinent. He was so scared that he had already fallen to the ground. He held his head and trembled all over. He was also the only survivor among the people who were surrounded by this wave of people.

Because Ye Lingtian was too seriously injured, he could not maintain his correct head as usual, otherwise the old policeman would not have escaped this disaster. Ye Lingtian dragged his foot and walked over step by step with expressionless face, holding a piece of glass in his hand. When he raised his hand, the old policeman was so scared that he fell to the ground and begged for mercy in a flash: "Please, let me go... and spare my life... please... I just gave the orders from my head..."

Ye Lingtian stepped across the ground with corpses and blood. He didn't want to kill anyone, but now these people are all killing him. If he doesn't kill someone, he must die. Moreover, these are all island people who have an irreconcilable hatred with him. They hate each other.

Ye Lingtian gasped and walked towards the old policeman. As soon as he moved, he felt that his eyes were dark again. The wounds on his body were still bleeding, and his physical strength was also losing his blood. He knew that he could no longer delay. He tried his best to strode to the old policeman, grabbed his collar and lifted him up. The glass piece between his fingers pressed against the old policeman's neck: "Who is the car key outside on?"

When Ye Lingtian was asking, he felt dizzy in his mind. He was using his last willpower to hold on, otherwise he would have been unable to stand up and fall down.

When he entered the station, he saw a police car parked outside, which was also the only way he could choose to escape at the moment.

The old policeman was so scared that he was disconnected from speaking. He trembled and pointed at his waist: "For me..."

Ye Lingtian snatched the key without saying a word and continued to escort the old policeman: "Go!"

Until Ye Lingtian escorted the old policeman out of the station, the scene was quiet for a long time, and a head was poked out from the guard post, and he looked at it very carefully and quickly. He found that there was no one else, only a corpse on the ground, and there was another one lying there who was not sure whether he was alive or dead. He was so scared that he trembled, and then he quickly lay down again, touching the phone randomly and starting to call for support.

The old policeman was dragged by him, and walked to the car. Ye Lingtian opened the car door, started the car, and kicked him aside. The old policeman hugged the back of his head, closed his eyes tightly, and was ready to be held hostage. He was caught off guard by Ye Lingtian, and he rolled out like a ball. Then a gust of wind in the police car rolled up a gust of dust and smoke, rubbed his body and flew past, and disappeared into the dark night in an instant.

The old policeman lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. It took him a long time to get up, crying in Mandarin. After a while, he quickly called for support.
Chapter completed!