Koenigsegg was speeding on the Bronx Highway, with blood-red lines covering the entire car body. The crested lark's spiritual effect was slowly operating on this super sports car, bringing him several times more excitement than before.
motivation.
The instrument panel on the vehicle was pressed to the bottom, and at 500 kilometers per hour on the unlimited highway, it was like a jet about to take off, with blood-red flames constantly shooting out of the exhaust pipe.
In the cab, Dominic, whose blood vessels were connected to every part of his body, gently pressed his abdomen, where there was a hideous knife wound that cut almost half of his waist.
At the moment when they met at the top of the Empire State Building, the Dodge Charger was split open by the boy's knife. Bones, steel, and flesh and blood could not stop the sharpness of the ancient alchemical knife. The blade hit the person hiding in the driver's seat fiercely and accurately.
On him.
A car that has been assimilated by the word spirit will not be injured if it is cut open, because the car is a foreign object rather than its own body. Under normal circumstances, the impact resistance of the car after being eroded by the word spirit and freely assembled is almost several times that of bulletproof materials.
He even had the confidence to eat a military RPG head-on, break through the flames and smoke, and continue driving.
But in front of that boy, in front of that sword named Kiku Ichimonji norimune, the crested lark was as weak as paper, and it only took one knife to seriously injure him, the releaser of the word spirit.
“There is still some distance.”
Dominic stepped on the accelerator, his face looking a little pale due to blood loss. In his heyday, he could drive the super car under him so fast, but now he can only maintain a speed of 500 kilometers per hour due to serious injuries.
Already.
But even at this speed, he was able to finish the highway in a very short time and reach the Whitestone Bridge back to Brooklyn. This road is a straight line and is the favorite track of New York racing parties.
Here he can completely relax and run in a straight line for a while to rest.
Far away by the river, the streets of Brooklyn were lit with lights, and for a moment, Dominic seemed to feel like he saw the building of the Hot Flash Bar.
As long as we can return to that place, as long as we can return to that place
Koenigsegg continued to step on the accelerator, roaring past with hurricanes and blood stains.
Taking advantage of his own pedigree and the performance of a supercar, Dominic drove down the highway almost faster than flying. At the end of the forked road off the highway in the distance, the White Stone Bridge stood quietly over the river, with a sense of tranquility and tranquility.
Warm light illuminates the flowing water under the bridge.
Koenigsegg began to slow down and drove towards the intersection of the highway, but at this time, he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, like a dark air flow across his ears.
He turned around to look but saw nothing, but this familiar feeling inexplicably made him feel bad. The wound on his abdomen started to hurt again. He held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the wound with the other hand to prevent the intestines inside from slipping.
When I came out, my mind was a little confused and I couldn't concentrate on what this feeling meant.
Koenigsegg got off the highway and ran straight towards the Whitestone Bridge in the distance. After crossing the Whitestone Bridge, he officially returned to Brooklyn. It was his real home there, and he knew the road conditions so well that he could really close his eyes.
He can open a hot flash bar. As long as he crosses the bridge, he basically wins.
But at this moment, white light shone in from the rear window. Dominic, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror. A Porsche 911 appeared behind Koenigsegg at some point, as if out of thin air.
The same one that appeared behind him!
At this moment, as if he finally realized something, he slowly turned his head and looked at the Baishi Bridge in the distance.
Yes, something did pass by him just now. It easily surpassed the supercar with a speed of 500 per hour and was waiting for him in front.
There was a boy standing in the center of the bridge, holding a slender sheathed sword in his hand, looking at him from a distance, waiting for his arrival.
"Hoo ho!" Dominic took a deep breath, as if to suck out all the smell of gasoline burning in the supercar's fuel tank into his lungs. He moved his right hand away from the wound on his abdomen, kissed the cross pendant on his chest, and then
He firmly controlled the steering wheel.
The price of freedom is expensive, but he never seeks freedom for himself, but for other more important people.
Everyone has unspeakable difficulties, and he has no intention of repeating his difficulties to the unfamiliar secret party hyena, even if this harmful consciousness will make the other party feel meaningless and inexplicable.
No stopping! Just step on the accelerator! Ignore everything! Speed towards distant Brooklyn!
Koenigsegg did not slow down, he pushed the Crested Lark to the extreme for the last time! If he can survive, he will talk about everything again!
This time, the attachment of the blood vessels on the supercar was not limited to the vehicle itself. Instead, it stretched out crazily, tearing off the steel guardrails along the surrounding highways and wrapping them around Koenigsegg's body!
The iron sheets began to reinforce the super sports car, and hundreds of meters of steel guardrails were eroded and assimilated. While increasing the weight of the car body, the speed of the car did not decrease but continued to climb upwards. He was already risking his life.
Lin Nian grabbed Ju Yiwen and looked at Koenigsegg approaching at high speed in the distance. He slightly turned the blade and placed it on his waist, ready to draw the sword.
He has basically figured out the limits of the Crested Lark's speech spirit. After understanding all the details of the prey, he can naturally carry out the last fatal bite.
Lin Nian on the bridge took a step forward, then leaned down and took a long breath. The skin all over his body began to grow fine iron scales, and these dragon scales gradually began to disappear and appear freely according to the boy's will.
, the blood flowing in the blood vessels as coquettishly as red crystal began to swallow up the dragon-shaped genes, decompose them and finally take possession of them.
Once violently bloody·Eternal solidification.
Visual vision.
He opened his eyes, and his red-gold eyes were as cold as steel, reflecting the steel monster rushing toward him with the blood-red headlights on.
.
He exhaled white hot breath, like a hole in the earthenware jar that sealed the heat.
Carp's cut.
His thumb pressed against the blade of the sword, and he gradually pushed the Kikuichi Monzonsong out of the scabbard, revealing an inch of sharp light.
The steel monster composed of guardrails and Koenigsegg rushed towards Lin Nian, exuding blood-colored mist, like a wounded beast preparing to escape from the cage, and roared dangerously and uninhibitedly at the gatekeeper.
.
At the moment when the huge monster with a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour collided with Lin Nian, he drew his sword.
The blade was very fast, faster than the sound, so the whole process was actually silent. The deadly blade was filled with white light, as quiet as a ray of moonlight splashed on the sea water, shining on the man in front of him.
Cut off.
The hanging lights on the entire White Stone Bridge were extinguished, and the light of the sword, which was enough to illuminate the water and the sky, flashed past, and then everything returned to light.
The hurricane swept away with force, followed by a sonic boom that swept across the entire White Stone Bridge! The sea water under the bridge first seemed to be brushed by a big hand, and then the strong wind and sound waves hit the water surface, causing splashing water to sway out.
A circle of waves visible to the naked eye pushed away in the distance!
Koenigsegg rushed forward, disintegrated in the air, cut in half, broke off from the center, hit both sides of the White Stone Bridge on the left and right, rolled several meters high, and finally fell to the sea below the bridge and bounced dozens of meters away.
High splash.
The supercar that was split into two halves in the water on both sides of the bridge slowly sank to the bottom of the water, with dense bubbles constantly rising, leaving only the dark red roof of the car that flickered and then went out.
In front of the Baishi Bridge, the Porsche 911 arrived belatedly. After a series of sudden braking noises, Lin Xian saw the horrifying scene in the center of the bridge as soon as he got off the car. There, the boy was holding a knife with his right hand and maintained the action of drawing out the knife. There was death in his left hand.
He caught the bald man who passed out due to excessive blood loss and mental overload.
But these are not the key, the most important thing is the appearance of the boy.
In her eyes, the black dragon scales on the boy's body have not yet faded away. The dragon scales covering his body are like black armor. The black palm holding the handle of the knife squeezes and shoots out fine sparks.
Even that beautiful face has a suffocating chill. It has lost the softness and gentleness of the past, and the slightly lowered golden eyes can only hide the intimidation.
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Lin Xian was stunned for a few seconds and then rushed to Lin Nian. Before Lin Nian could step back and speak, he grabbed his shoulders with both hands and looked up and down, and then looked at the bridge deck where the guardrail was broken.
, took a deep breath and started to circle around him, "What the hell, did you really split that car apart? It wasn't injured, was it? It wasn't sprained anywhere, was it?"
“No, it’s true, I’m going, don’t touch my butt!” Lin Nian’s chills instantly became unbearable.
He thought his appearance shocked Lin Xian, but he didn't expect that his sister would directly touch his butt as soon as she came up and say that she was a female hooligan!
"I just want to see if you have a tail. I heard that little dragons all have tails." Lin Xian reached out and tapped the dragon scales on Lin Nian's neck, but the next moment she found that the scales shrank under the skin like ebbing tide.
"Do you still want to have a tail? Are you ready to chop it off and eat the tail meat?" Lin Nian turned around and glared at the girl, but found that the girl had a look of regret on her face when she saw him returning to normal. She is really a dear sister. She wished that her brother could really
Become a dragon?
Two or three gags confused the original serious atmosphere. After Lin Xian was "harassed" to make sure Lin Nian didn't touch anything, he calmly lowered his head and looked at the bloody tough guy in Lin Nian's hand.
"died?"
"No, but he has lost half his life. With his bloodline, he should be able to last longer?" Lin Nian tore the hem of his clothes to expose his abdominal muscles. He turned around and saw Lin Xian looking at him with a strange expression.
"what?"
“If you want to show off your abs, just lift up your clothes. Don’t be so deliberate. If your T-shirt is torn, you have to buy a new one.”
"No matter how expensive it is, it's better to save a life. You have to live in prison." Lin Nian didn't want to complain anymore. He squatted down and blocked the wound on the tough guy's waist where his intestines could be seen.
“What to do next?”
“Take him back, I have something to ask him.” Lin Nian said, looking at the car lights approaching from far away in the Brooklyn neighborhood of Baishi Bridge.