I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

William McConaughey endured the torrential rain of bullets without reservation. He could no longer maintain the operation of the winter phase, and blood naturally leaked out.

His skin was pierced, his flesh and blood were mangled, and his body was riddled with holes like dead wood gnawed by termites.

The hot bullet tore his throat, and his vocal cords were completely exposed to the air. A six-sided bullet fired from a distance accurately hit the cartilage that was about to open and close, and the sharp sound wave that was about to be spit out was forcibly cut off. The raw land was blocked back.

The dense rain of bullets peeled away his skin, and the cracked rib bones were further shattered. If he hadn't braced his arms in front of his chest to resist, the bullets from the Anti-Suppression Bureau would have penetrated the cracks in the bone plates and stabbed him hard. into his heart.

The first round of bullets ended, and before William McConaughey could recover, the second round of bullets had already followed, and there was no room for a moment's pause.

His eyes were shot repeatedly, and the annoying special-shaped bullets always struck from unexpected angles, tearing his eyelids and hitting the lens. His eyes were like glass cracking, with slender bullets embedded in them.

William McConaughey is blind, covered in bruises and bruises, with pain and wounds deeply etched in his broken bones.

But he couldn't help but tremble, trembling from the bottom of his heart, and the bones collided with each other like the sound of swords screaming!

The broken lamp inside the skull seemed to be reflecting back light, the pain poured in as fuel, the anger filled the air like a wind drum, the fireworks in the lamp burst into flames, the ferocious and soaring heart flames pierced out like sharp blades, the glass on the lamp wall completely shattered and exploded, sharp The light wrapped around the fragments of the lamp wall and shot out in all directions like piercing sword blades!

This ray of light that exhausted William's remaining strength has no visible shape, no visible color, and does not appear in the present world, but it is enough to penetrate the protection of the mortal body and penetrate into the soul along the spiritual gap in the pupil.

The soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau behind the defense line only felt a sudden pain in their eyes, as if they were pierced by needles, and a severe stinging sensation in their heads, as if the blood vessels in the brain were blocked. The Noonstone pendants they wore to protect their sanity snapped. It shattered, and the attacking movements couldn't help but stagnate, and they all covered their heads in pain.

Although William's dying attack was not a specific light, it did possess some of the characteristics of light. It spread outwards in an instant, piercing the heads of those who passed through it indiscriminately.

Even Watson, who was hiding on the rooftop in the distance, couldn't help but be moved. Fortunately, the moth in his skull flapped its wings wildly, its mouthparts opened wide and bit into the sharp rays of light, and then he quickly turned around. God comes.

The only sane person present was the old man wearing thick glasses. His lenses trembled slightly and showed small cracks.

William McConaughey's appearance can be said to be shattered into pieces, and even his rationality has dropped a lot. He feels as if he has forgotten some important knowledge, but he can no longer remember the exact content.

But his instinct told him that he must escape from here quickly before the group of upright apes in uniforms recovered and before they lifted up that long, thick, hard, strange metal and wooden object!

As long as you are alive, there is hope! Although my injuries may seem tragic, the scars and wounds will give me greater strength after they heal, just like the great scarred captain I admire!

Maybe the mass group I created to seduce other upright apes has been destroyed, but I just need to leave this cold, nameless city and go to the outside of the county... somewhere outside the county?

William McConaughey could no longer recall the specific name of the safe place, but this did not prevent him from fleeing the scene in a hurry. His primitive instinct still remembered how to avoid tracking and cover up traces. This was the knowledge passed down from the ancient ancestors in his bloodline. , is the instinct that weak species rely on for survival.

When the soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came to their senses, shocked by the severe pain in their heads, and when other officers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came through the grass, only a few drops of blood and panicked footprints remained in the dark muddy river soil. These marks were like straight lines. The clues lead all the way to the interior of the city.

"Chase!"

At the bespectacled old man's order, except for a few non-staff logistics operators who were responsible for cleaning the battlefield, all the soldiers who were still capable of fighting rushed out chasing the traces on the ground.

Charlotte Holmes did not blindly follow the large army. She squatted down and carefully observed the footprints on the ground as she walked slowly. This series of traces stretched for hundreds of meters until they entered a certain alley and almost disappeared. There is no trace. Perhaps the dirt in the alleyway has covered the traces, perhaps the secret cult leader has restrained the deterioration of the injury, or perhaps the other party deliberately covered up the traces...

Operators from the Forward Anti-Suppression Bureau have been dispersed into multiple groups and are conducting a carpet-like search covering a mile in radius.

Watson, who arrived belatedly, used his rifle as a cane and limped closer, "Where do you think William will escape to?"

The female detective replied: "It's not clear yet, but judging from the footprints, the depth of the toes is indeed much deeper than the heels, and the distance between each step is extremely far. It seems that he is really running forward wholeheartedly."

Watson looked at the walls on both sides of the alley. There was only a thin layer of moss grown in the humid climate that had not been cleaned for a long time. This was not the moss that contained mysterious power like the moss around the ruins of Kate Company, but was simply a woody plant. There was no sign of climbing at all - it seemed that the opponent did not escape upwards.

The intuitive moth once again gave Watson guidance, and this time it really coincided with his inner thoughts.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!"

The female detective and her assistant looked at each other, tacitly looking back at the row of dilapidated warehouses. The faint light of torches could be vaguely seen in the circles of grass, as if those who were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield were still safe and sound.

But when they pushed aside the tall grass at shoulder height, they saw that the torches had fallen to the ground and were rolling, reflecting the logistics operators who were turning around. A bit of bright red could be seen in their throats, and their chests stopped rising and falling, obviously. Already dead, and the murder weapon seemed to be...a severed finger?

A rickety figure was facing away from them. Judging from the back, it was William McConaughey, the leader of the Order of the Flashing Blade.

From the perspective of Charlotte Holmes, the other party's clothes were in tatters and full of buckles, the exposed skin was as dry and thin as a skinny skeleton, the body surface was covered with scars and bullet marks, and the flesh and blood were mutilated like holes.

But in Watson's moth-like vision, it was still a body made of metal blades, but compared to the powerful and ferocious steel special-shaped body he saw when he looked up from downstairs, the steel blades at this moment were The body looked dilapidated and unbearable, like a pile of scrap metal.

Scarlet rust has grown on the metal surface that was once as silver as frost. The sharp blade that once stood out is now chipped and dull. The sharp spikes that were once like thorns have softened and stuck to the body surface, like a tiger that has had its teeth removed. The hairless hedgehog, the ferocious blade body full of aggression and attack has now been reduced to a piece of metal that is like a direct waste.

The soft sword wrapped around the opponent's head has also been curled and seems to be sparse. The light inside is so weak that it flickers on and off, as if a gust of wind can extinguish it.

William McConaughey, who was once as strong as a ferocious steel beast, is now old, and those tragic injuries will eventually leave him with irreversible damage.

He was holding on to a recently deceased Anti-Suppression Bureau agent, holding the other person's head tenderly like a lover, with their faces very close to each other as if they were asking for a kiss.

His empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at each other, and a mesmerizing smile appeared on his face.

In Watson's view, the light in the depths of the head of the Counter-Suppression Bureau officer who was held in William's hand with a dead eye was gradually fading away and melting, and the little bits of light that should have slowly dissipated in the air seemed to be someone's. Attracted by this invisible force, they all floated into William McConaughey's empty eyeballs and merged into the extinguishing light.

This leader of the Flash Blade is clearly absorbing the light from the skulls of the Anti-Suppression Bureau operators!

call out--

Watson shot directly without hesitation. At this angle, he could only try his best to aim at the opponent's temple - that is the intersection of the parietal bone, zygomatic bone, sphenoid bone and temporal bone of the mortal skull. It is the thinnest and most fragile part of the skull plate. parts.

Apart from attacking, the main purpose of his shot was to use the screaming gunshot to call back the large forces of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

Perhaps it was because William was exhausted and fragile. The power of this blow was far beyond Watson's imagination. The six-sided warhead easily penetrated the skull of the leader of the Flash Blade, blooming with the blood that he was familiar with as a mortal. .

However, this blow was not enough to kill William, but the light in his skull suddenly dimmed a lot. He turned around like a frightened beast, his empty eye sockets aimed at the two species of upright apes with particularly strong light in their skulls. The eye sockets were like deep black holes, containing some kind of darkness that could swallow up reason.

Charlotte Holmes lifted up her windbreaker and raised her two guns. She had learned the lesson from the Lance incident. She clicked her left and right index fingers one after another, and fired all the bullets into the opponent's empty eyes.

William McConaughey also raised his right palm and put it into his mouth, bit off his index finger hard and held it in his mouth. The soul blade vibrated, and the severed index finger shot out like an arrow off the string.