Alternative Rival

When Bo Jue rushed out, Zhao Qingge was not surprised at all, as if she should have been.

The situation at the scene seemed to be brought under control very quickly, and it was too easy. She scanned the audience condescendingly, and saw a figure flashing in the corner, and she slid down the corridor without thinking.

Before his feet touched the ground, a cloud of white mist exploded in front of him, blocking his way.

The crowd quickly became chaotic. At first, everyone wanted to stay in place. Based on the movements around them, who knew that the other party sent more than this number of people, and there were actually a few shit-stirring sticks in our team. Go out of their way to drive people to kill each other.

Originally, the figure just flashed by, the movement was pitifully small, and his ears might as well be deaf at this moment, so Zhao Qingge simply gave up his ears, and chased after him in the direction where the other party disappeared in his memory.She seemed to bump into a few people on the way, and was almost stopped on the spot without distinction between the enemy and the enemy.

The guard at the side door was tied up at some point, gagged and thrown on the ground, struggling constantly. Zhao Qingge squatted down and pulled the cloth strip out of the guard's mouth through the vague visibility. Ask: "Where did people go?"

The guard gasped: "It's on the front lawn."

Zhao Qingge drew out his dagger, slashed behind them, and immediately ran forward.

The shackles on the guards' hands were cut off, and they followed.

A small helicopter was parked there loudly, and a figure was closing the cabin door. Zhao Qingge was still some distance away from that person, and he threw the dagger over without hesitation, and a beam of silver light flashed over very quickly, "Du" Nailed heavily to the edge of the still-closed hatch.

The two guards didn't need instructions, and threw the daggers in their hands vigorously one after another, and got stuck under the two rotors above the helicopter's head respectively.

The rotor turned and froze for a moment, Zhao Qingge had already opened the cabin door and dragged out the people inside, snatched the gun from the guard's waist very smoothly, and shot the kneecap of the man who was pinned on the ground trying to escape without any explanation .

Puff puff--

There were three more soft beeps, and the joints of the man's hands and feet were pierced, and he lost the ability to resist.

Zhao Qingge ordered: "Tie him up."

The guard who was stripped of his white gun empty-handed: "..."

Zhao Qingge was stunned for a moment, remembering that this was not a simulated exercise, raised his sleeve, wiped the gun, returned it to the guard, and said, "Sorry."

Guard: "...nothing."

He pressed the communicator hanging on his ear, turned his head and reported in a low voice: "The fourth column of the fourth regiment of the 302nd division of the Fifth Army, the number... yes, exit 3..."

When Zhao Qingge saw him using the communicator, he remembered that the communication between himself and Bo Jue seemed to be cut off, and she was still inside?

"This..." The guard turned around and found that the person who helped them arrest him just now disappeared at some point, "Report, she is missing. She is above 175 cm tall, with black hair, named Qizi, and wearing a dinner party dress." Staff uniforms."

"Yes, I understand."

The smoke in the hall has dissipated, and the rest of the people in the venue are surrounded by guards, and they are carrying out the aftermath work in an orderly manner.

The turmoil that was said to be small or not big was brought under control, and the blue soul returned, but Zhao Qingge did not see Bo Jue in the crowd. Instead, because his behavior was too eye-catching, several The guard came up to her with a gun raised.

"stop."

Zhao Qingge had no choice but to stop, pulled out his identity certificate from the terminal, and explained: "I am a student of Yutian, and now I am looking for my insurer, the one who stood beside the marshal from the beginning, she is also a student .”

"Why is the student here?" The guard looked at her suspiciously, and took off a pair of handcuffs from her waist, "Take her away for interrogation."

Zhao Qingge naturally didn't dare to openly resist. Even though he was anxious, he obediently stretched out his hands. At this moment, a voice came in from behind: "Wait a minute, this person has been specially approved by the higher authorities to move freely."

——It was the guard just now.

The two of them exchanged a few words in a low voice, and the person who was about to torture Zhao Qingge said a few more words into the earphone, letting him go.

Zhao Qingge frowned slowly, and before she had time to think about it, she ran towards another exit, because she heard another series of sounds, the roar of a helicopter, and the sound of it taking off.

The guards also realized that something was wrong, and they divided ten people out on their own, and rushed out one after another.

The noisy wind blew the lawn, and the green grass on it was blown upside down. The guards quickly activated the weapon soul crystal, and the mecha cannon was assembled on the arm. The shells shot through the air one by one, but were blocked one by one by the protective cover. Next, he was about to leave in an extremely arrogant manner.

The guard put down the weapon in his hand angrily: "Exit No. 9, request support. Repeat, Exit No. 9, request support—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes opened wide, as if he had seen something unbelievable in his life.

The rotor of that helicopter was still rotating at a high speed, but the fuselage was no longer rising. It was even stuck in place without moving a bit, as if an invisible big hand was holding it tightly, struggling in vain and unable to move. .

He and his companion who were equally surprised looked at each other, and saw the same question in each other's eyes: What's going on?Has the helicopter convulsed?

Something even more convulsive happened. The special glass in front of the helicopter shattered without warning. All the glass shards fell into the cabin, and none of them fell to the ground. At the same time, they were abruptly pinched while turning, making a scratching sound, and then fell apart together.

Just like that, the helicopter fell, and the pilot inside rolled out of the front window in a bloody mess and lay on the ground. The guards rushed up, and the man smiled mockingly in a certain direction, and pointed the dagger in his hand resolutely. The heart pierced in.

It was only then that Zhao Qingge realized that there was a person standing in front of him. She was slightly taller than himself, wearing a slim royal blue shirt and black trousers, with a delicate dagger hanging from her waist, and the white light in her hand gradually disappeared.

There seemed to be a little anger on her face.

It was His Excellency the Marshal of the Empire. She was angry because the main culprit was not caught this time as expected, and she didn't even know whether he/she had appeared.

However, Zhao Qingge's appearance here obviously made her feel a little bit better. She had just brewed a little smile, and before it could fully unfold in time, Zhao Qingge walked towards her.

"What a coincidence—"

"How did you become this virtuous?" Zhao Qingge asked blankly.

The marshal retracted his raised hand in embarrassment, and patted himself on the shoulder.

Although Zhao Qingge's tone was very flat, Bo Jue always felt that she seemed to be angry, and murmured, "I...wasn't careful."

Zhao Qingge said: "It's ugly."

After Bo Jue narrowly escaped death in the hall, he planned to go to support the marshal immediately, but at this time the smoke bombs were eliminated by his own side. Looking back, all the people who attacked the marshal just now fell to the ground, either missing arms or broken legs, or Broken arms and legs.

Bo Jue: "..." I always feel that something is wrong?

But she still dutifully stood beside the unscathed marshal. The marshal seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, and took her to this exit and then to that exit to run back and forth, arresting people one by one. For the first time, I wanted to ask myself if I could leave to find Zhao Qingge instead of following her, but the marshal was in such a hurry that he didn't give her a chance to speak.

This is the last exit. Bo Jue saw with her own eyes that she forced a combat helicopter to stop with her bare hands, and even dismantled it in a mess. She was so shocked that she couldn't be more shocked. He had heard from Yutian's staff before that General Yu was a specialist in elements. With a full level of mental strength, the marshal who is her patron must also be at the full level. Judging by this strength, she should also be a master of physical arts.

Will I reach this level one day?can she

I have only been an adult for two years, and there are still more than 200 years in the future, so I can definitely do it!Thinking of this, she excitedly wanted to see the fingerprints left by the marshal on the helicopter, but found that the person she had been looking for was here.

"Very ugly." Zhao Qingge said it again.

Bo Jue looked down at the embarrassment on her body, and grinned: "It's okay, just go back and wash up."

Zhao Qingge didn't say anything. He took out a junior investigative soul crystal and activated it. It condensed into a small water mirror in his hand and handed it to Bo Jue. When Bo Jue saw his face in the mirror, his smile froze instantly. She pointed Pointing to the mirror, he asked stiffly, "Who is this?"

Zhao Qingge looked at her: "A fool."

Bo Jue pushed her hand away, comforting herself: "That must not be me."

Zhao Qingge: "..."

Bo Jue reached out and touched her forehead. The blood had already dried up, but it was obvious that there was a gash. She followed her forehead to the corner of her eyes, "Hiss—" the pain was burning. As expected, her face Still precious.

After struggling, Bo Jue said, "Give me another look."

Zhao Qingge continued to show her. She glanced at it again and again, and couldn't believe that the blood-stained and dirty person could be herself. She was in great pain: "Am I disfigured?"

"That's right, you're disfigured, so you don't have to look in the mirror eight hundred times a day," Zhao Qingge snapped back the mirror, and cursed, "Your lips are so white that you've lost so much blood that you can't see it?"

Bo Jue turned a deaf ear and murmured: "Isn't it really disfigured? I just wanted to take good care of my face. Why did God treat my beauty like this?"

Zhao Qingge greeted the marshal, and pulled Bo Jue, who was talking to himself, away.

Bo Jue was dragged by her for a long distance, and walked out of the auditorium. The moon was full and starless tonight, and the hustle and bustle in the auditorium didn't seem to affect the quiet night at all. Bo Jue came out of her emotions, feeling that the atmosphere was different, it seemed to be particularly good.

Zhao Qingge walked more and more slowly, from the brisk walk just now, to now it seems like a leisurely walk, the branches and leaves of the trees are swaying in the breeze, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

"Wash your face."

"it is good."

Bo Jue raised her head halfway, letting the water in Zhao Qingge's hands wash away the dirty blood on her face, and rolled it into her clothes.She shook her head, water droplets splashed on Zhao Qingge's face, Zhao Qingge was stunned for a while, and Bo Jue looked at her and laughed.

Zhao Qingge also looked at her, and there seemed to be some other emotions in his eyes.

The night was silent.

Suddenly Bo Jue couldn't laugh anymore, she lowered her eyes to look at her blood-spattered shoes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made myself like this."

"I don't blame you."

"Then..." Bo Jue opened her arms and asked tentatively, "Hug me?"

"What do you say?"

Bo Jue shook her head: "It's still—"

A faint cold fragrance poured into her nostrils, and her body fell into a warm and soft embrace. Zhao Qingge's arms tightened very hard, she blinked her bright eyes, and just about to speak, she was knocked on the back of the head.

"Don't speak."

Bo Jue rested her chin on her shoulder, looked at the dark buildings in the distance, and felt extremely happy.

It seems that God also knows that she is happy, so he set off fireworks for her.

fireworks?How can there be such a big and bright firework accompanied by a loud noise?It was like a blast.

All the lights in Yutian were lit up in the blink of an eye, and it was as bright as day, and billows of black smoke continuously came out from a student dormitory.

She pushed Zhao Qingge away suddenly, and the other party obviously heard it too.

"Let's go and have a look."