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Chapter 71 The speed of life and death

"who are you!"

In the reception room, several civil servants who were still busy gossiping about current news quickly stood up and looked at Lao Li who broke into the reception room in astonishment.

In fact, when the first police officer died, the entire Diya Bureau automatically excluded outsiders, imposed global martial law, and activated the identification system.

Of course, because of Sikong's martial arts awareness, he and Fang Fang were blocked, but not in this list.

There was a problem in the Imperial Ya Bureau, although these people were surprised, they did not panic.

Because they have absolute trust in the security system of the Diya Bureau, even if there is no police presence, those technological weapons alone are enough to suppress all chaos.

However, the person in front of him actually ignored the identification system and sneaked in under the nose of the Imperial Yacht Bureau. What does this mean?
Several people shuddered.

Old Li rubbed his feet, rubbed his hands, and moved his energy and blood. Then he said with a kind face: "It's raining and the humidity is heavy. If I don't move my old bones, I will get rheumatism."

"So, I'm sorry."

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"Everyone, the road is open to the sky. Let's each go to one side. Revenge those who deserve revenge and seek injustice those who deserve injustice. How about we not make things difficult for each other?"

On the [-]th basement floor, Sikong and Fang Fang confronted the other people with serious faces.

The police fangs were lying on the ground in a mess, their clothes were ragged, their faces were like gold paper, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Even the policeman who was still standing had a sluggish face, his eyes glazed over, and he was obviously controlled by Dementor.

Became a prisoner of everyone.

In fact, although the strength of these police officers is only three-dimensional, in terms of hard power alone, they are far from the opponents of these old monsters and gangsters present, but with the right time and place, they can also be arrested or even killed on the spot.

However, there was a Sikong who became an alien who broke the common sense of science.

"of course."

A criminal with dry skin, like a mummy, said with a skeletal face and no emotion.

But his eyes secretly spotted Sikong behind Venomous Fang.

With a strong color of scrutiny.

Venomous Fang stood up quietly, revealing his Qi, pushing the strength of the fourth dimension to its peak, and warned the people in front of him.

The criminals who have been suppressed by Di Ya for nearly a hundred years without dying are ordinary people, maybe they are the peerless murderers who were notorious a hundred years ago and slaughtered the entire planet. Many of them can't even see the depth of their fangs.

However, most of them were killed by Sikong Keng.

Dead as aggrieved as a poisonous wolf.

Next to this mummified criminal, there is a black and white vortex, leading to the Diya Bureau.

As long as they step out, they can escape directly from the prison and breathe the breath of freedom in the grass.

But they dare not.

He only dared to use the whirlpool for mental projection to explore the details of the Diya Bureau.

"Um?!"

All of a sudden, these criminals let out a muffled snort at the same time, and took a few steps back. The broken mental field was withdrawn into the body in a panic, and thin blood flowed out from the seven orifices, even the color of the blood was somewhat dim.

But every drop is full of vitality and contains deep nourishment.

Sikong even saw phantoms transformed by essence, running in the blood, producing a fragrance like agarwood.

The blood of these criminals, falling into the civilization of cultivating immortals, is a treasure that can make people make great strides forward and gain insight into the great way.

Especially when they are exhausted and their strength is greatly reduced, they are simply undefended human-shaped treasures.

At the same time, a ray of starlight floated out of the vortex, carrying the mighty power to crush the heavens, without any suspense, it directly crushed the bodies of these criminals, leaving only a few sporadic spiritual flames. Drifting in the channel.

A combat weapon of the Imperial Yat Bureau is so terrifying that it can suppress all disasters!
"Come on!"

The stars turn and float slowly, carrying the brilliance of the galaxy at night, floating the most tranquil and beautiful orchid in the world.

But in the eyes of Sikong and Duya, it was like a death knell calling for death, with the color of the end of the world.

Sikong has mastered the Mingchen martial arts: Walking in shame, exuding at the feet of Sikong, just like in a waterside courtyard, sniffing the green plums, moving as he likes, at a speed of up to Mach 1, leaving afterimages on the spot, making people indistinguishable Qing Sikong's next trajectory.

But he is fast, but can it be compared to the speed of light?

In an instant, the starlight came with the cold pavement of death. Sikong raised his head and saw that his entire field of vision was filled with starlight.

There is no way for him to escape!
But at this moment, looking down at the entire Diya Bureau, a shocking change occurred.

The various systems that were originally controlled by the highly intelligent second world suddenly fell silent, causing various effective programs to lose their original functions.

The central thermostat that sensed the outside climate in real time and thereby changed the indoor conditions was suddenly turned off, and the entire Diya office was exposed to the pouring rain.

The gate of the underground drainage also suddenly closed.

The torrential rainwater gathered in the low-lying areas, came from the green mountains and streams, and flowed directly into the Diya Bureau. With the silt, it seeped into the underground of the Diya Bureau pervasively.

Like a scourge, it destroys all destructible machinery.

On the tenth floor underground, the 'abnormal creatures' that were originally guarded by a large amount of force and controlled by numerous checkpoints and agencies have emerged one after another at this moment. Lonely souls, parasitic ghosts, and soul-stealing fox demons are all the horrifying horrors in the fairy tales. thing.

On the ninth floor underground, the 'forbidden magic existence' that was originally frozen by a large amount of liquid condensation was reincarnated from death, either as a lich holding a box in his hand, or as a bone dragon with ghostly fire, or as a shroud nailed to a cross. shroud.

On the eighth floor underground, pairs of faint eyes suddenly lit up. Following the harsh friction of axles, the owners of the eyes walked out of the darkness. They turned out to be cold and huge war machines.

But those eyes flashed the fire of wisdom, carrying the cunning of human beings.

They are all machines that have created their own consciousness in violation of the 'non-living machine control treaty', and are born to be hostile to their masters, human beings, a new race.

Seven floors underground...

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The Diya Bureau guards one side, eliminates all kinds of troubles, and takes in all the things that are harmful to society on the fourth congregation planet with an absolutely tough and ruthless attitude.

But at this moment, he was trapped in a cocoon, and was turned upside down by the out-of-control containment.

Putting on the cloak, Lao Li took a breath and stroked the wall weakly.

Outside the door, heavy rain poured down on the steps, soaking in the air-conditioning, and the whole night sky seemed to be collapsing, and the wind and rain were about to break.

Inside the door, the lights were flickering, and it was a mess, with several civil servants fainting in the corner.

Lao Li sighed, tightened his shirt that was blown by the cold wind, walked into the heavy rain in a few steps, and disappeared into the night.

"Things are too big, I should change my hiding place for this old bone. Five seconds, you dolls only have five seconds..."

　Ask for a ticket...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)