2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Ho ho ho ho..."

The flames on Yan Muyun's body burst into flames, he raised his arm with a ferocious smile, and smashed Yingshan Jiu with his fist as big as an iron pot.

But when the fist was about to fall on the opponent, the feeling of his body sinking into cement appeared again.

Yingshan Jiu's eyes once again erupted with dazzling white and golden light, and this time he finally broke free of the countless tentacles in the blood hole. Then he immediately rolled on the spot and distanced himself from Yan Muyun.

"boom!"

Yan Muyun's fist hit the ground hard, flames shot up into the sky, and a huge pit of charred black soil instantly appeared there.

"You want to kill me?" Yingshan Jiu's pupils shrank slightly and his face became a little gloomy.

In his opinion, he had shown enough kindness tonight. Not only did he not harm a single human life, he even tried to persuade the target of the mission with kind words first, and then prepared to take him away by force if they couldn't reach an agreement. This was already considered the most benevolent thing.

He had countless opportunities to kill the opponent, but he never did so. But the other party only seized one opportunity, and then he was so ruthless?

Yingshan Jiu had tried his best to dodge just now, but most of his clothes and pants were still burned, and the skin underneath was already red, and this was just the flame splash damage caused by that punch. It is conceivable that if he really received this punch head-on, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be in trouble.

It can be seen from this that even if they have both the eyes of gods, it is impossible for humans to be as physically strong as those of aliens.

Yingshan Jiu still shook his head: "You can kill him, but you can't take him away."

Yan Muyun spread his hands and smiled: "Your focus is really strange... In fact, the reason is very simple. You hold back... because you have almost absolute initiative. I will kill you , just because if I don’t go all out... I probably won’t touch you at all.”

Yan Muyun spread his hands again and suggested in a low and rough voice: "Think about it carefully... In fact, we have no grievances at all, there is no need to be so serious... You go back tonight and leave a contact information... In the future, I will take the initiative to contact you after I understand the situation... How nice it is to be so harmonious. Maybe I will actually join you in the future, and we will be considered colleagues by then... There is no need to make the relationship so tense."

"But you showed your intention to kill me." Takayama Jiu said with a very serious expression. At this time, his eyes suddenly overflowed with blood and flowed down his face. It was probably a sequelae of using both gods' eyes at the same time.

Molten Demon's powerful physical fitness and Scarlet Queen's abnormal recovery ability are enough to make him invincible.

...

At this moment, a soft and charming female voice suddenly sounded from deep in the woods. The accent was still not very Chinese. It reminded Yan Muyun of the foreign classmates who greeted him in broken Chinese when he was studying in the UK thirty years ago. Feel.

"Literally, we can't take him away." Yingshan Jiu repeated expressionlessly: "Believe in my judgment, he is now equal to a mixture of elite molten demon and parasitic beast. There was nothing we could do to him under the circumstances.”

The white woman was silent. She knew the other person's character. She would be almost absolutely objective and rational in everything she said and did, and would not exaggerate or belittle herself. Since he said they couldn't take Yan Muyun away, there was a high probability that they really couldn't take him away.

It stands to reason that the amplitude of the other party's shaking can be said to be insignificant, and it cannot cause any effective interference to Ada. But she was unable to pull the trigger at this time, and the longer she aimed, the stronger the feeling of "definitely missing" would become.

Yan Muyun's injuries were completely healed at this time, including his left arm that had been hanging by his side. After all, pretending to be seriously injured before was just to lower the other party's vigilance. Now that it has been exposed, there is no need to continue to hide it.

At this time, the mountain fire was burning more and more fiercely. The firelight reflected half of the night sky red, and dark smoke billowed into the sky.

"And Amir?" the white woman asked with twinkling eyes. There were more than two of them here tonight.

If the three of them really wanted to do it together, Yan Muyun wouldn't mind refreshing the knowledge of these "gods" a little bit.

Yan Muyun smiled. He had already judged from the conversation between the two that the white woman was most likely the owner of the gods' eyes, and so was Amir.

After such an interruption, the fighting spirit on both sides subtly dissipated a little.

Only then did Yan Muyun realize why she had been twisting around there since she appeared. It was to avoid being targeted by the sniper rifle.

The white woman glanced sideways at him and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I can understand why you waste time chatting with him. What he talks is indeed interesting."

Encountering the owners of three divine binoculars in a place with unusable powers, if it were someone else, they would have basically given up resistance, but he was different.

"What do you mean?" The white woman frowned slightly.

At this time, on a cliff hundreds of meters away, Ada, with disheveled black hair, was kneeling on the ground, holding an anti-material sniper rifle with a terrifying length of nearly three meters in his arms.

Yan Muyun slowly turned his head to look at her, the golden flames in his eyes flickering: "Hello...charming lady, there are indeed a lot of bugs in the mountains...Do you want me to help you burn them all?"

In the center of the scorched earth, the white woman clasped her hands on her plump chest and looked at the burning monster opposite with a serious expression: "The two of us will take action together to take him down."

She immediately suppressed her smile, looked at Yingshan Jiu with her gray-blue eyes again, and her tone became serious: "There is no time, everyone else in the mountain has been alerted, and now I am being targeted by a sniper rifle. Now, there is a high probability that others have already come down the mountain and are ready to surround us."

After hearing Takayama Jiu's question, he smiled and felt that this young man from Japan was no longer so annoying, but rather innocent and cute: "Didn't I fail to hurt you in the end?"

A figure in a gray robe walked out of the woods. Even if you didn't listen to the sound, you could easily tell the person's gender just by looking at the hot curves that couldn't be covered by the loose robe.

This white woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Her body and head had been shaking and twisting in a strange rhythm since she appeared. It's not the kind of swaying figure that charms the opposite sex. It has no sense of beauty at all. It simply looks like it's sick.

Tingshan Jiu predicted that the three of them could kill him together, just because they didn't know him well enough.

Yingshan Jiu actually thought about it seriously, and finally nodded reluctantly: "I accept your explanation."

She is a technician in the Dragon Sword team and the main sniper. Although he always had dark circles under his eyes and looked hunched over and looked listless, at this moment, the hand holding a giant gun of nearly twenty to thirty kilograms horizontally did not tremble at all.

At this time, in the sniper scope, the figure of the woman targeted by the crosshair kept shaking slightly, which gave Ada the intuition that "shooting will definitely miss." This is incredible, considering that she can easily destroy drones flying at high speed and irregularly over a thousand meters away.

Ying Shanjiu frowned slightly, obviously a little moved. But those thin lips were tightly closed, never expressing any objection or agreement.

"Little Eagle, the two of us are stalling for you, but we are not here to let you chat."

Ying Shanjiu shook his head: "It's useless, we can't take him away."

The woman took off her hood, revealing long wavy pale golden hair, and a face that, although the facial features were not exquisite, was inexplicably wild and sexy overall. It can be considered a relatively typical appearance of white women in Western movies and TV series.