Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 194 Wild Dogs

The night was silent and long. Dozens of motorcycles smashed open the glass revolving door of the abandoned building. The flashing incandescent lights completely illuminated the interior of the building. The sound of tires scraping against the floor echoed in the empty building one after another, vaguely carrying Sparks flew everywhere.

However, the fierce gun battle and heart-wrenching screams that were imagined did not come from the building. Instead, the engine of the motorcycle that was not turned off was buzzing. There was no sound except the sound of rain and the sound of the engine.

The scene in the building was at a stalemate for a while. The nearly a hundred fierce gangsters with guns in their hands couldn't help but a drop of sweat falling on their foreheads. Everyone looked at each other, with alertness and ferocity hidden in their pupils, as if they were a temporary mercenary team. , there is a possibility of falling apart at any time.

The demons were scattered around the interior of the building, not like gangsters holding their guns high and firing indiscriminately. Instead, they stood quietly, sizing up everyone around them, like a pack of wolves on alert.

Beautiful, dangerous and mysterious.

This was the first impression given to Kafka by all the demons standing in the abandoned building. They were all people born in New Babylon. Fear was an emotion they had never experienced from the moment they landed in the world, but it did not affect it at all. They think so highly of the Kafka woman.

Two hours ago, the demon lord of Tianyi Five issued the latest wanted order for the demon hunter Kafka. The bounty was as high as 5 million. At the same time, it was specifically stated that regardless of life or death, he only needed to retrieve her head.

The wanted notice did not include Kafka's life record, only a short two-line introduction. The new demon hunter has no registration information, and no organization to which he belongs. He only possesses the ability called telepathy and can use it. Spoken to hypnosis, it sounds like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Therefore, they had already prepared tactical earplugs after receiving the wanted order early. Everyone's channels were related to each other, and a team of five people formed a team to communicate to ensure that Kafka's spiritual speaking skills would be useless.

An hour ago, they tracked Kafka's vehicle information. It was an antique sports car named Ferrari. It was speeding on the elevated road in the Hejian area, heading towards the police station. There were only 34 minutes left in the journey.

But their equipment and intelligence were far better than that of the newly registered hunter. Their vehicles were all large-displacement magnetic motorcycles, and they even had violently modified high-horsepower supercars and airships.

So it was easy for them to catch up with Kafka's Ferrari. Just 16 minutes later, their team met the red Ferrari, like a pack of hunting wolves clenching the tail of their prey.

But the target's ferocity or psychological quality is far better than they imagined.

Tonight, New Babylon was flooded by heavy rain. In the afternoon, there were still thousands of drops of rain, and as night fell, there were sheets of rain curtains and even walls of rain.

Each of them drove the vehicle and stepped on the accelerator, slamming into and through the walls of water, regardless of whether the tires would slip and rush off the viaduct when driving like this on a rainy night.

Kafka, who was driving a Ferrari, was no worse than them. The sound of the engine was like the roar of a giant beast, keeping a distance from them. They had no chance of getting close.

Even on the curve of the viaduct, the woman stepped on the accelerator, making an extremely sharp braking sound and drifting in the rain, splashing a meter-high wall of water.

If placed on any other planet, this would have been a frantic pursuit that would make headlines, unprecedented and unprecedented, but here was New Babylon, and all abnormalities seemed so normal.

Six minutes later, the lightning-like Ferrari parked outside the abandoned building. The engine was still humming, like a giant beast constantly breathing. The building's glass revolving door was open, and there was a faint sound. The sound of high heels.

They were not sure whether there were traps or trip mines on the revolving doors of the building, so they could only let the violently modified sports cars crash in. Then they and their motorcycles filed in, using their car lights to illuminate the interior of the abandoned building. , to ensure that the woman would not escape in the dark.

But the difficulty of telepathy was far beyond expectation. They all used Bluetooth devices to communicate along the way, and even the team channel of a group of five people never had problems such as serial connection.

But even with such thoroughness, some demons were still hypnotized at some point. The moment they entered the building on their motorcycles, those hypnotized demons began to crazily twist the accelerator and crash into the temporary teammates around them.

Before the head-on confrontation with Kafka, one-third of the demons in their advance team had already been knocked out by their teammates and their lives were unknown.

Now Kafka is missing, and no one knows if anyone in the team is still in a hypnotic state, so everyone stares at each other warily without making any move.

Although fear has never been born in their hearts, no one wants to die at the gunpoint of a temporary teammate. Compared with a death that is more vigorous, such a death will make people linger in despair.

Absolute silence, only the sound of wind, rain and the rumble of the engine was broken until the footsteps of high heels stepping on the marble floor broke it all.

The sound was so abrupt. Someone was walking over slowly. It was completely incompatible with the serious and murderous atmosphere at the moment. It was like someone singing Sailor Moon at a gang fight.

The demons all looked up in the direction of the sound, with red light flowing in their eyes. The sounds of guns being loaded were heard one after another. Everyone was feeling faintly excited, and their desires and instincts were suppressed by the solemn atmosphere. Burn up.

"Listen to me, death is actually not painful at all."

He has a plump figure and slender legs. This is naturally the physical appearance that the demons first noticed. The wanted criminal is about 1.7 meters tall. His facial features are hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen clearly. His long purple shawl hair hangs down, and he wears Wearing purple velvet gloves and holding two submachine guns, it is completely unimaginable that this is a woman who has just finished racing with them fiercely.

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I sent a request to Zayu to generate electricity for love

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