Under that rapid flyby, even the cold wind that came in the face turned into a bone-piercing sharp blade.
But somehow.
As if the universe was stopping him from moving forward, Section 1 frantically called him, trying to slow him down.
But at this moment of extreme crisis, let alone the first department, even if the president of the Freedom Alliance was killed in front of his eyes, Colin had no intention of taking care of it.
If the things that that guy masters are exposed, he will really be the enemy of the whole world. Even if he has powerful means, he will definitely be defeated under the offensive of the whole world.
Not only that.
A black flock of crows flew across the gloomy sky. They flew low over the roofs of the buildings. Thousands of birds' beaks screamed sharply, blocking Colin's path.
Not sure if it was numerology, or some kind of strange ability of White, but Colin really felt that he was going against his fate.
A terrifying gash was opened on the back of his hand, and blood mixed with bone sand rushed away in a waterfall. The wind pressure alone could tear these groups of weak creatures apart.
Swish…
The blood-colored guillotine flashed past like a stream of light, annihilating the crowd of crows in an instant. Countless explosive sounds echoed, and a rain of blood began to fall all over the sky.
Colin continued to jump on the building complex. Every time he stood up and leaped, he left cracked spider web patterns on the concrete, which collapsed immediately after a moment.
Opal learned of White's location through transcendental means.
About ten minutes later.
Colin came to the drug den. This abandoned building was full of corpses of drug addicts. Some of them were pierced by steel bars, and some didn't even have any wounds at all, but died suddenly.
The house showed signs of collapse. It was a dilapidated house that had turned into ruins during the previous shaking.
But there was no trace of White, only a strange stone bench surrounded by bloody scenes like post-modern splash art.
Even Colin felt a violent anxiety, perhaps because his will was wavering. Due to the worsening of the latent syndrome, the arms that had been bitten by visions, those extremely cold ringworms had spread a little more, and they were corroding the bones.
Colin's soul is frozen.
He climbed to the top of the poisonous cave and vowed not to give up until he found White. The devil's suggestion was activated, and a strangely deformed bloody eyeball grew on the back of his hand, pushing the evil eye field to the extreme.
Knock down the devil, crush the chariot, face the pope.
Colin was already at the top of his game, infinitely close to the shackles of 3, standing at the top of the pyramid.
At the moment when the blood was about to erupt.
That was no longer a vision, nor a hint, the kind of power that could even...reverse the galaxy.
Suddenly.
The sky was dark, the temperature was rising suddenly, and the originally bright areas were shrouded in shadows.
Colin suddenly felt something was wrong and looked up to the sky.
Even he was shocked by that scene and couldn't move for a while.
An extraterrestrial meteorite burning with raging fire fell from the sky. The violent friction between its outer shell and the atmosphere produced a red light hotter than the sun, heading straight for Colin.
"What kind of monster are you chasing..."
Even the opal on the collar was amazing.
The size of the meteorite gradually became smaller as it fell from the sky, but its devastation was unimaginable.
It was too late, but it was so fast. In just a flash of lightning, the meteorite was already approaching Colin.
"Combat Catalog..."
"Ninth place."
Colin murmured, and waved out his arm, and a long dragon of flesh and blood mixed with blades and karma fire rolled out and collided with the meteor in the sky.
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Liberty City, Manhattan.
Bang!
"Did you hear anything just now?"
"Like popcorn, pop."
"I felt the ground was shaking slightly. Maybe it was my imagination, it was shaking very lightly."
The taxi driver said so.
In order to avoid Colin's pursuit, White turned his suggestion to a very high level. Although his own fighting qualities were not enough to deal with A-level infected people, with the blessing of his abilities, he became so strong that he could be defeated by thousands of people.
.
This suggestion is like dancing on the tip of a knife, and the side effects it brings are unimaginable.
But White can no longer look back. The more he is imprisoned, the more he has to use hints, although this vicious circle will only push himself into the abyss.
But he was not afraid, he was not afraid of the bottomless darkness.
“Maybe it’s an experience store with paintball games nearby.”
"Can I borrow your cell phone to make a call?"
White asked, but he actually knew in his heart that it was a meteorite, a meteorite that could destroy Colin.
But that kind of man would not die so easily.
"sure."
The taxi driver also heard the news about the stock crash on the car radio, and there was also an accident reported. The crash may have been caused by that accident, latent syndrome or something.
Although he didn't quite understand, business had been in a slump recently, and all were taken away by blue taxis. A group of colleagues who were also drivers said that they would pick up the taxi early today, buy some wine, and study this matter.
The driver was unsuspecting and handed the phone to White.
"No."
"You enter the number."
White said coldly.
The driver was confused for a moment. Is there anyone like you who can ask for help? This aggressive request was a bit too much, but when he saw White's fierce face and his eyes like a cold-blooded animal, he felt a little scared.
"Then tell me what the number is."
Forced by this power, the driver had driven countless people, but never one, not even the gang members in the black community, had such oppressive power.
Just like...a desperado.
"This number."
"I want you to think about it."
White said something that the driver couldn't even comprehend.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
The driver couldn't understand at all. Could it be that the person in front of him was a psycho? He asked to borrow a phone, but he didn't even know the number and said something incomprehensible.
"Just enter any ten digits."
White calmly took out an arsenal-style pistol from his coat pocket and spoke expressionlessly.
The driver swallowed his throat and his legs were shaking a little.
"But……"
The driver didn't know what to say. Was this some kind of game? He just entered a number and saw if he could get through. If he couldn't, he would kill himself.
It seemed that he had guessed what the driver was thinking.
"If you fool me with someone you know."
"I will kill you."
"I want you to think of a mobile phone number now, ten digits."
"Just type it in."
White's eyes were extremely cold, with strong pressure, and he put the muzzle of the gun on the driver's head.
Then he started counting down.
"3."
"2."
Just when it's time to count to one.
The driver couldn't help but think too much, so he followed his intuition and entered ten digits, then clicked to dial.
Then……
The phone actually showed that it was ringing.
Without knowing anything about it, White dialed...
