The Mercedes-Benz train passed through the desert of souls, and the night outside the window suddenly turned into day. There was also a sudden movement on the car body, which shocked the resting Emperor Song to wake up. He had been on the Dasha Special Train for many years.
I have never seen anything like this before.
Most people may think that there are stones on the track, or vibrations caused by the track change, but only Emperor Song can detect the strangeness. This vibration is transmitted by Shisan's attack on the railway track. His attack is not ineffective, but wakes him up.
He woke up the person who should least have been awakened.
"Seven-eyed ghost, come in." Emperor Song called softly in the room, and a guard wrapped in white bandages walked in. This guy was nearly two meters tall, with long arms and legs. He was wrapped like a mummy, only
However, there is no mouth or nose on his face, only seven big eyes, which are distributed in vertical columns three on the left and four on the right, which is particularly scary.
"What are your orders, sir?" Qimou knelt down on one knee to see him, but he still felt that he was taller. Unfortunately, Qimou Gui lowered his head. He had been following Emperor Song for many years and was able to serve as the chief of the guard of Emperor Song.
It all depends on my understanding of adults. Adults will never admit their shortcomings in height, but they hate tall people standing in front of them the most.
"Show me what's in front of you around the railroad tracks." Emperor Song ordered.
"Yes." After Qimou said, all seven eyes closed. In an instant, in the sky in front of the train, countless big eyes were like another train extending forward crazily, with a speed like a ray of light. Qimou's famous stunt
Even the clairvoyance, although it cannot be compared with the clairvoyance of Heaven's clairvoyant general, is still a very impressive skill.
It took about 5 minutes for the eyes in the sky to find Thirteen's location, but in a flash, Thirteen looked up at the eyes in the sky, as alert as a wild beast.
Qimu opened his eyes in front of the Song Emperor, quickly took the banknotes, and quickly painted the picture he saw like a scanner. This painting does not have any personal style, it is a complete photo of what he saw.
Real scene.
Thirteen was standing in the center of the railway track, his whole body covered in bone-clad outer armor. He didn't look like a human or a demon, but he was waiting for the arrival of the train.
"Thirteen..." Emperor Song took the painting and sat on the sofa nearby. "I never imagined that you would be caught up in this situation. It's obvious that that bastard Lucifer betrayed his teammates. Anyway, a company
A guy who won’t let go of an inflatable doll has no moral integrity at all.”
"Sir, do you need to notify the underworld? It is a serious crime to attempt to hijack the underworld train, and it will be wiped out." Seven-Eyed Ghost asked.
"A human soul intends to hijack a car and wants to inform the underworld. Do you really think that I, the King of Hell, am a piece of tofu?" Emperor Song said with displeasure, and his gloomy face made the Seven-Eyed Ghostface dare not raise his head.
"I understand, I will tell the undercover servants below to be on guard." After saying this, the Seven-Eyed Ghost stood up and left.
The Song Emperor was left alone sitting in the room, looking at Shisan's paintings thoughtfully. What the Song Emperor did not tell Lin Xi was that Fairy Dootie would have something to do with Shisan in every life, although she had never done anything for him.
Even though he died, Thirteen would always appear next to Lin Xi like a ghost haunted by wrongdoers.
"You have become so entangled that I am a little annoyed, just like the sand in my eyes. Should I take the opportunity to rub you away?" Emperor Song thought.
Night fell quietly in the Imperial Capital. It was already 2 a.m., and even the busiest streets in the Imperial Capital seemed deserted. The orange streetlight light was weakened by the haze, making it look a bit hazy.
color.
At this moment, a black Hummer SUV passed by, completely ignoring traffic rules and road conditions, and rushed straight towards the building of the Underworld Bureau, reaching a speed of 160 kilometers per hour.
Normally, the security room of the Underworld Bureau will focus on all abnormal phenomena within a radius of 3 kilometers around the Underworld Bureau. Even a battery car that drives too fast will be marked as a suspicious target. However, because the entire Underworld Bureau is on holiday, the security force is reduced.
The defense circle was seriously insufficient. The alarm system did not automatically activate until the Humvee was only 300 meters away from the gate of the Underworld Bureau. Inside the tenth floor of the all-glass curtain wall, boom! Boom! Boom! Countless alloy steel plates fell from top to bottom.
The entire building was armed like an iron barrel.
The main gate weighs 10 tons and is 1 meter thick. The giant titanium alloy gate fell like a meteorite. The black Hummer rushing along the stairs was caught by the gate with a click. The bulletproof roof was dented.
Going down, the four tires exploded into a pattern. The four fully armed Blades who rushed out of the car and wore multifunctional tactical glasses looked like ghosts. They quickly erected four tree trunks under the gate.
Thick black iron pillars, bang bang bang bang! Four times, the pillars bounced upward, and the hydraulically driven pillars forcibly held up the heavy door, creating an entrance to this iron barrel-like building.
At the same moment, three Cherokees rushed to the entrance of the Underworld Bureau, and many Taoist soldiers carrying howitzers mounted on them rushed into the Underworld Bureau like special forces.
This is not an exercise or checking the wrong water meter, but a real invasion by a foreign enemy. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has never been a case of armed enemies breaking into the headquarters of the Underworld Bureau. This place should be more secure than the Pentagon in Bald Eagle Country.
The unit is now as soft-spoken and soft-bodied as a little lolita in the arms of a bad guy.
At the same time, Qingcheng, the chief of the frontline support section, was getting drunk in the Underworld Bureau Hotel. He was huddled in the men's room like a dog, surrounded by his vomit. He had been there for three days after getting off the plane.
Here, I drink day and night, using alcohol to anesthetize my nerves to stop the pain in my heart.
Qingcheng deceived Thirteen. He didn't hate Thirteen. What he hated most was himself. He knew clearly that Lin Xi's following was wrong and her arbitrary behavior was wrong, but he repeatedly compromised and indulged. If he could be like
If we were as cautious as ever and took the overall situation into consideration, we would not have allowed the situation to develop to this point.
It's a pity that God didn't give him more time to give up on himself. The highest level alarm came from his mobile phone, and the piercing whistle would wake up the dead. Qingcheng reacted, stood up, and rushed to the washbasin unsteadily.
He picked his throat and vomited out all the alcohol, then took out the cardiotonic syringe he carried with him and stabbed it into his heart. This thing can restore a breath of life to a dying person, but it can also make living people experience unprecedented drama.
The pain forced me to regain my consciousness.
Qingcheng, who was lying on the ground and twitching in pain, picked up the phone and called the Zero Command of the Frontline Support Section, "The highest level of alert, all Vulture Teams 1 to 9 of the Frontline Support Section are dispatched. I want the frontline troops to arrive at Hades within 10 minutes."
The police headquarters launched a rescue operation. Details of the situation were sent to my mobile phone within 5 minutes.
Also! Ask the guys from the SWAT team to pick me up at the hotel and bring me a clean combat uniform. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Qingcheng was so painful that she finally screamed.
Emergency measures were carried out as quickly as possible. Loud air-raid sirens sounded in the Imperial City, and neighborhood committee broadcasts warned the public to return home as quickly as possible. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.
The TV stations, radios, and the Internet were all filled with alarm messages. It seemed that the imperial capital was on wartime alert for World War III in just one second. After the Maimaiti rampage incident in Chuncheng, the response speed of the current citizens was extremely fast.
, the streets were quickly cleared, and 10 armed helicopters flew along the 5th Ring Road towards the headquarters of the Underworld Bureau. Unfortunately, the haze greatly reduced the visibility and radar warning capabilities of these helicopters.
Just as a Wuzhi-10 flew over the streets of Dan'an, a parked SUV on the roadside suddenly opened its sunroof, and a Taoist soldier stood up from it, carrying a US-made Javelin short-range missile on his shoulders. There was a bang.
, the fully-automatic laser-guided missile hit the tail of the helicopter that was making emergency evasive maneuvers. The helicopter with the flaming tail circled and fell heavily onto the road, exploding into a brilliant ball of fire.
The battle took this as a clarion call and became uncontrollable. The special forces and Taoist troops fought fiercely. Both sides used phone booths, telephone poles, and even family planning billboards as bunkers, pouring bullets at each other like a Hollywood movie.
The scene broke out on the street. The special forces were suddenly overwhelmed. The opponent's firepower was beyond imagination, and they had all kinds of state-of-the-art heavy weapons. Those who didn't know it thought that the King's Division had finally come ashore!
At this moment, a pair of special forces were being beaten by eight Taoist soldiers who were stationed in two bulletproof SUVs and were unable to move forward. The captain had already sacrificed five of his comrades and advanced to a position no more than 30 meters in front of them, but
There was no way to kill this group of terrorists. They stood there like monsters and kept shooting, changing their magazines and continuing to shoot.
The captain clearly watched as his 5.8mm bullets hit one of them in the chest with three consecutive rounds. The bullets even burst the steel bulletproof vest. A normal person would have burped, but the guy still stood up straight and shot. It was simply
Like an unkillable monster.
At this time, a deep voice came from their earphones, "All non-combatants from this Bureau must cease fire and evacuate quickly. Repeat, all non-combatants from this Bureau must cease fire and evacuate quickly. You have nothing to do with us here."
"It's none of our business?! It's his fault! My brother is dead! Repeat! He's dead! How can you just let these beasts go?!" The captain has been a special forces soldier for 8 years and has also participated in secret anti-drug operations.
He has fought against real gangsters and is a man who has seen blood. His comrades are more important than anything else.
Before the captain's question could be answered in the headset, a high-explosive armor-piercing round whizzed past, and the wind pressure knocked over the soldiers on both sides who were still squatting and firing. The shell hit one of the SUVs, but both vehicles were destroyed.
The one that exploded hit the sky more than 5 meters high, and the one that turned into a fireball fell down. On the street where the haze and smoke were mixed, a black 99 modified tank sprayed thick diesel smoke and pushed forward at high speed. Qingcheng was sitting there
At the hatch of the tank turret, when the tank passed by the captain, Qingcheng looked at him coldly and said, "Soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders. Next time you dare to disobey my order, I will kill you and those monsters."
Boom to the sky." Qingcheng's handsome but murderous face is destined to appear in every nightmare of the captain.