2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"So, what would you choose? Lift the cage and release Anna and her children, or can you deal with the three little guys in this situation..."

Eugene licked the corner of his mouth, with an excited look in his eyes. At the same time, his finger tightly pressed the trigger of the mini-submachine gun, suppressing the figure not far away.

Even though it was trapped by the silver barrier, this mature parasitic beast still did not slow down the speed of producing spores. At this time, the cover was almost filled with crawling sarcoma. It is foreseeable that once the silver shield is lifted, at least hundreds of gray-green sarcomas will escape from it and spread to nearby neighborhoods.

The Special Branch intern named Yan Muyun was clearly unable to hold on any longer. His defensive and functional abilities were indeed top-notch, but his lack of offensive means was his biggest flaw.

The opponent is almost unable to break through this predicament.

"Huh?" The next moment, Eugene's eyes widened.

Yan Muyun across the street was seen "falling" to the ground without any warning, his head pressed tightly against his shoulders, and he dodged the first sarcoma that flew towards him by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he raised his right leg suddenly, and actually used his knee to knock the second sarcoma flying up like a football. His movements at this moment were extremely strange, like a puppet whose limbs were manipulated into strange shapes.

It could be seen that Yan Muyun had tried his best, but the third spore had already rushed to his waist.

The surface of the gray-green sarcoma was covered with thick pus, and countless tiny tentacles on the chassis were squirming wildly, and they were about to parasitize the body in the next second.

However, at this moment, a silvery white light flashed, and the tumor was suddenly bounced out and fell into the flower bed next to the street.

The gunshots stopped, and Eugene suddenly staggered back two steps, his face turning a little pale.

When he looked up across the street again, Yan Muyun's figure had disappeared, but the silver-white light shield that trapped the parasitic beast was still stable.

"What's going on with this guy?" Eugene put his hand on his chest and felt it was beating hard.

He was a little confused about the situation. At that moment, the other party was obviously just dodging and seemed to be doing nothing. His legs suddenly became weak, his heartbeat missed a few beats, and he almost fell to the ground.

Eugene thought that another special bureau commissioner had arrived, and looked around cautiously, but did not find a single figure around him.

The Special Branch is an agency specifically responsible for dealing with alien species. When the commissioners have energy, they usually focus on studying their own abilities, exploring new uses, trying new combinations of abilities, etc. Few people specialize in studying fighting skills and the like. thing.

The reason is simple, the former has higher returns, while the latter brings minimal benefits.

Of course, the top special bureau commissioners, such as the general bureau commissioners of a city, are generally very skilled. Chenjing Academy, the highest school for superpowers in China, also has compulsory combat courses.

But the problem is, that guy is just a rookie intern who just joined the branch. How could he have such outrageous skills?

Eugene shook his head, raised the mini submachine gun in his hand again, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought carefully about the scene just now. When the intern turned over to avoid it, he seemed to have seen a golden light coming from his eyes for a moment? Unfortunately, the duration of that scene was too short, and I might just be dazzled...

Although Eugene had just accurately reported some basic information about Yan Muyun, he actually didn't know much about the intern, and he only knew that much.

The commissioners of the Special Branch Bureau were not the focus of their attention, but in the organization's evaluation, only the captain of the first team and another young man of the first team in the Haicang District Special Branch Bureau needed special attention.

The former is because of his strong strength, while the latter has a high probability of being the son of the deputy director of the Special Branch. Now it seems that this little-known intern is also something special.

Before taking two steps, Eugene stopped again, because he saw that the few sarcomas that he had just missed were already squirming towards the back of the silver light shield.

Having said that, the surname "Yan" is not common. Could it be that he is also related to the deputy director?

Just now, in order to avoid being parasitized by spores, Yan Muyun took a risk and eliminated the silver barrier in front of him, and used it to fly away the disgusting sarcoma.

Yan Muyun muttered to himself while looking around for a handy weapon, but found nothing suitable, so he simply pinched a few more gravels in his hands.

Yan Muyun planned to call for support, but the fingers on his left hand kept twitching due to pain, making him unable to control them at all.

That kid is a bit strange, so it would be good to let Anna's children explore the road first.

With all kinds of questions in his mind, Eugene picked up the briefcase on the ground, held a mini submachine gun in one hand, and walked around cautiously.

He did panic for a moment just now, but now he has regained his composure.

He was still shot.

His eyes were golden, his hair was messy, and his expression was twisted.

If any acquaintances saw Yan Muyun now, they would probably be shocked, because he usually gave people the opposite impression.

Just now, he was just caught off guard, but now he was sure to smash that dead dwarf's head with a rock the moment he appeared.

Angry, inexplicable anger, Yan Muyun was very emotional now, almost to the point of being irrational.

"Message editing completed, do you want to send it?" The electronic prompt sounded.

"...Damn you ugly thing, do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

If he guessed correctly, the other party should be hiding behind Anna at this time.

The mission of Wei Jun, Han Jinyu and Han Yinzhu is to eliminate the spores and parasites in other neighborhoods as quickly as possible. They should take care of their own things and not cause trouble to them...

He held his left arm tightly with his right hand, and bright red blood continued to flow from his fingers.

To put it bluntly, he actually wanted to kill that ugly short man at this moment.

He picked up a piece of gravel from the ground beside him and threw it away.

Buddhist, honest, generous, and cheerful every day, these may be the unanimous views of his colleagues in the Special Branch. However, these characteristics were no longer visible on him at this time, as if he had become another person with exactly the same appearance.

In the text message box: {I was attacked by an unknown person. Damn ugly thing, do you really think I'm afraid of you? If I try to challenge the dart throwing stall in the amusement park now, I will probably make the stall owner cry. }

"Cancel sending." Yan Muyun whispered with a black line on his face.

The blood-covered stone hit the tumor hard, smashing it into a piece of rotten flesh and flying far away before landing on the ground.

"Switch to voice input and send a message to Captain Wei Jun. I was attacked by an unknown person..."

Although this move prevented him from turning into a deformed monster, it also caused him to be shot in his left arm, and the outer thigh of his right leg was also suspected to be scratched by a bullet, causing burning pain.

"If I challenge the dart throwing stall in the amusement park now, I will probably make the stall owner cry."

Before Yan Muyun could finish his words, an alarm bell suddenly sounded in his heart. He suddenly turned around and saw a tumor flying down from mid-air.

Yan Muyun leaned against a street lamp, gritted his teeth and raised his head, his eyes wide open like gold.

Thinking about it carefully, the situation doesn't seem that critical. Although he was shot, his injuries were not serious, and his dominant hand was fine.

The hobbit probably had no powers, or had no offensive abilities, otherwise he would not have chosen to use firearms to deal with him.

Kill him with your own hands.

If there was a mirror at this time, Yan Muyun would see a completely unfamiliar version of himself.

...

Yan Muyun mentally found many reasons for himself not to call for support, but the most real thoughts in his heart could only be figured out after he calmed down completely.