When Captain Ouyang issued the order, everyone was in action in the chaotic fifth block.
On the surrounding walls, on the ground, and even in the reflection of the glass, there are images of little girls holding little jack-o-lanterns and with two little pigtails on their heads.
They stared directly at Uncle Gun, and stretched out their delicate little hands towards Uncle Gun from all directions.
At first glance, it looked like delicate white mushrooms were sprouting from all directions, criss-crossing and grabbing at his bare head.
Uncle Gun's somewhat fat figure moved and rolled from square to inch.
Almost no one can jump freely between these fine shadows, but he did it incredibly.
Believe in the law of golden ratio.
If there's only one escape route left in a mess, that's the route they'll see first.
The power of the Soul-Eating Banshee falls in the form of a projection, like a heavy rain.
The coverage is wide, but it is still very difficult to threaten the extraordinary beings of the law system.
In a flash, Uncle Gun heard the captain's order from the communicator.
"Try your best to prevent the demonic force field from corroding the neighborhood and prevent the demonic projection from attacking civilians..."
"..."
Just as he was about to leave in style, he suddenly stopped. He did a backflip with a steady body and stood on the street light bar on the side of the road. When he turned around, he saw countless twisted and crowded figures of little girls.
Superimposed and stretched towards his body.
Uncle Gun took a deep breath, and his pupils suddenly changed into a strange shape.
It seems to reflect a triangle-shaped pattern, and inside the triangle, there is a complete circle.
The next moment, a strange temperament appeared in Uncle Gun's body.
It was as if he was just standing loosely on the street light bar, but his stance had gone through countless fine-tunings.
The standards are to the extreme and it looks extremely comfortable.
It gives people a feeling: If this kind of stance also needs a standard, then it should be like him.
This is like a trainee trained in the most severe studio. Even just a smile has been strictly managed.
If you are just protecting yourself, then leave.
Anyway, the power of the Soul-eating Banshee is difficult to deal with, but it is almost impossible to harm the law system.
But since the captain said he would stop the demonic projection from destroying the city, he wanted to hurt her in turn.
"My little granddaughter..."
Uncle Gun took a perfect stance, squatted down on the street lamp, and slowly aimed forward with the shotgun in his hand.
When he stares at one of the girls, he is also staring at all the other girls.
Then he frowned, his eyes full of disgust: "Why aren't your braids on both sides the same length?"
At this moment, he was not teasing, but really annoying.
It seems that this girl hates the fact that her braids on both sides are not combed to the same length and aligned left and right.
It's as uncomfortable as seeing the left and right shoes of different colors.
The next moment, he fired fiercely.
A bullet shot out of the shotgun, and there was a snap, fire, sound, and flying bullets, forming an attack.
This attack does not refer to a bullet, but some kind of conceptual power.
The power does not fly towards a certain place like a bullet, but spreads out within a certain range, dispersing the power, like countless arrows, towards every "mistake" that he thinks is uncomfortable and inconsistent with the rules in Uncle Gun's field of vision.
"Rush away.
And with the determination to erase it.
"Wow..."
The shadow cast by the scattered demonic power was shattered into a mess by this shot, unable to take shape.
One bullet cleared the place.
Even the radiated demonic energy field was swept away.
Like falling dominoes.
The demonic projection, which even Wei Wei could not effectively kill, was vulnerable to Uncle Gun.
"Teammates, I am Uncle Gun."
"Now I will wander around the seventh block and destroy all the projections of the Soul-Eating Banshee in my field of vision!"
"Please cooperate with your teammates at your convenience."
Uncle Gun took back his shotgun and spoke into the communicator. Even his voice seemed to be very regular and rigorous.
He twisted his body, ran to the building next to him, and disappeared.
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"Asking for directions?"
Leng Buding met a little girl asking for directions on the street late at night.
Don't know what others will do.
But the warm-hearted Ye Feifei not only agreed, but almost sent her there directly.
But she still couldn't answer, because before the little girl could stop speaking, she suddenly saw another little girl carrying a jack-o'-lantern coming to her side, using the same tone, the same tone.
With an expression on her face, she asked this question.
"Sister, can I ask you for directions?"
"..."
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she saw the third, fourth, and fifth...
In the distance, little girls holding jack-o'-lanterns appeared one after another, and surrounded her, forming a circle.
The projection of demonic power will only appear randomly in a certain area.
Unless specially arranged, every projection will subconsciously look for a spiritual body.
Unless some people possess a powerful demonic energy field, they will be taken care of by the demonic force field immediately.
It's like in a torrent, the wider the object, the stronger the impact it will receive...
Ye Feifei's energy field is not strong, but there seems to be an invisible vortex around her.
He just attracted all these projections that should have been scattered to his side.
Facing a dozen identical little girls around him, Ye Feifei couldn't answer her anyway.
She blinked her eyes, then suddenly threw the popsicle and rushed back with a shout: "Ghost..."
The girl's shadow surrounded him in front of him, and the dark alley behind him was the only way to escape.
But as soon as Ye Feifei turned around, she tripped and fell on the curb.
There were many slender arms stretching out behind her, reaching towards her brain. However, her grasp was empty.
But then, the little girls leaned over again and grabbed the back of her head.
"Woooo..."
At this moment, Sister Lucky's blue sports car roared towards us, emitting a dazzling light.
She was still in the car, so she drifted around, turned the car around, and looked down through the window. She happened to see Ye Feifei looking like he was being surrounded and kicked by a group of little girls carrying jack-o-lanterns, and couldn't help but feel slightly
Shaking his head and sighing:
"At a level like captain, you only attracted three projections for the first time, but you attracted more than a dozen..."
"As expected of a born unlucky guy..."
"..."
Ye Feifei has been surrounded, and I am afraid that even if Uncle Gun comes, he will not be able to save him.
But Sister Lucky just narrowed her eyes slightly. Before the car stopped, her palm had already poked out from the lowered car window. She was holding a short and compact weapon that could only hold one bullet. It looked more...
A small pistol that looks like a decoration.
White mist appeared in her pupils, and she chanted in a low voice: "Lucky Bullet."
"Boom!"
When she fired the bullet, she didn't look accurately, and she didn't even look where the bullet was going.
The car wasn't even parked when the gun was fired, so the bullet could go anywhere.
To take a step back, even if it hits, the bullet will not be able to cause damage to the demon projection, but it may kill Ye Feifei with one shot.
But Sister Lucky still didn't look at it and shot the bullet without hesitation.
Then this bullet, which gained freedom from the moment it came out of the muzzle, flew out with a kind of freedom and willfulness. With the propelling force of the gunpowder, it flew to a place dozens of meters away from Ye Feifei, even in the opposite position.
It bounced up on the tough marble base of a building, changed its orientation by 180 degrees, and landed on the power pole and wire transformer next to it.
The next moment, the transformer exploded violently.
Three or four wires, sparkling with sparks, flew down like fireworks and intertwined together.
Like a ball of electric sparks, it swept right in front of Ye Feifei's body.
"buzz"
The row of little girl figures blocking Ye Feifei's body became dim and flickering.
The high-voltage electric current destroyed the stability of the devil's force field, causing a brief vacancy in the encirclement.
The direction of the vacancy is facing Sister Lucky's sports car.
Sister Lucky didn't even look. She calmly withdrew the pistol, parked the sports car casually, and pushed open the door on the other side.
"boarding."
"..."
When Ye Feifei stumbled into the sports car, Sister Lucky stepped on the accelerator and started the car before countless little girls chased her. She picked up the communicator and said, "I have already picked up Feifei and am going to take her around this neighborhood."
Take a ride."
"Uncle Gun, you can give me a seat and I'll bring you some more gifts."
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Sister Lucky is really amazing...
From the other direction, Wei Weizheng was sighing sincerely.
He believed that Sister Lucky's lucky underwear must have played a role in making his plan go so smoothly.
He lifted the envelope of the aura of death and rushed forward facing endless illusions.
The interference from the surrounding Soul-Eating Banshee projections made it almost impossible for him to distinguish the path. Therefore, he just kept stepping on the accelerator and rushed forward fiercely along the unclear road. To a certain extent, this was like driving with his eyes closed.
It was no different. But after rushing from the seventh block to the ninth block in one breath, the car's body was still intact, which made him grateful for the magical underwear.
The jeep roared, swerved, and rushed into another street in the shadow of the demons snarling their claws around them.
Ahead, the distorted shadow has become lighter and lighter, almost disappearing.
Just like a storm at sea, the closer you get to the core, the calmer you feel.
A smile slowly appeared on Wei Wei's lips. He held the steering wheel with one hand and already touched the handle of the gun on his lower back with the other hand.
The jeep was getting closer and closer to the hospital, but it showed no intention of slowing down.
The engine roared and I was ready to rush in.
"Woooo..."
But at the same moment, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly rang out, and a sidecar rushed down from the third floor of a building nearby. Captain Ouyang, who was wearing a silver windbreaker, was surrounded by reflections from countless pieces of glass, like
Falling from the sky...
...Then it hit the door of the hospital with a bang.
Because the diving speed was so fast, the sidecar next to it was almost thrown away.
"Crunch..."
Wei Wei was greatly surprised and hurriedly stepped on the brakes.
I almost crashed the captain's motorcycle into the hospital with a bang.
The madness on his face immediately disappeared, he grabbed the gun and jumped out of the car, rushed to the captain and saluted.
"team leader……"
"..."
Captain Ouyang took a deep breath, wiped his hair, and then turned his head sharply, looking at the honest Wei Wei in front of him with a surprised look on his face.
Even after such a violent impact and thick hair wax, there was not a trace of looseness in my hair.
It’s just that there seems to be a little bit of inferior lipstick marks on my face.
"Why did you come here?"
His expression was somewhat annoyed: "Didn't I tell you not to change the mission objectives midway?"
"..."
"I……"
Wei Wei looked a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "You didn't give me a task just now, so I just came over."
"Didn't I give you any arrangements?"
Captain Ouyang thought about it carefully. He seemed to be in a hurry just now, so he only assigned tasks to the old team members.
"Then you, a newcomer, can't enter such a dangerous place..."
"What should I do if something goes wrong?"
"..."
"team leader……"
Wei Wei accompanied the smiling face and simply took out the gun hidden behind his back and said: "Let's work first!"