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An hour ago, they tracked Kafka's vehicle information. It was an antique sports car named Ferrari. It was speeding on the elevated road in the Hejian area, heading towards the police station. There were only 34 minutes left in the journey.

But their equipment and intelligence were far better than that of the newly registered hunter. Their vehicles were all large-displacement magnetic motorcycles, and they even had violently modified high-horsepower supercars and airships.

So it was easy for them to catch up with Kafka's Ferrari. Just 16 minutes later, their team met the red Ferrari, like a pack of hunting wolves clenching the tail of their prey.

But the target's ferocity or psychological quality is far better than they imagined.

Tonight, New Babylon was flooded by heavy rain. In the afternoon, there were still thousands of drops of rain, and as night fell, there were sheets of rain curtains and even walls of rain.

Each of them drove the vehicle and stepped on the accelerator, slamming into and through the walls of water, regardless of whether the tires would slip and rush off the viaduct when driving like this on a rainy night.

Kafka, who was driving a Ferrari, was no worse than them. The sound of the engine was like the roar of a giant beast, keeping a distance from them. They had no chance of getting close.

Even on the curve of the viaduct, the woman stepped on the accelerator, making an extremely sharp braking sound and drifting in the rain, splashing a meter-high wall of water.

If placed on any other planet, this would have been a frantic pursuit that would make headlines, unprecedented and unprecedented, but here was New Babylon, and all abnormalities seemed so normal.

Six minutes later, the lightning-like Ferrari parked outside the abandoned building. The engine was still humming, like a giant beast constantly breathing. The building's glass revolving door was open, and there was a faint sound. The sound of high heels.

They were not sure whether there were traps or trip mines on the revolving doors of the building, so they could only let the violently modified sports cars crash in. Then they and their motorcycles filed in, using their car lights to illuminate the interior of the abandoned building. , to ensure that the woman would not escape in the dark.

But the difficulty of telepathy was far beyond expectation. They all used Bluetooth devices to communicate along the way, and even the team channel of a group of five people never had problems such as serial connection.

But even with such thoroughness, some demons were still hypnotized at some point. The moment they entered the building on their motorcycles, those hypnotized demons began to crazily twist the accelerator and crash into the temporary teammates around them.

Before the head-on confrontation with Kafka, one-third of the demons in their advance team had already been knocked out by their teammates and their lives were unknown.

Now Kafka is missing, and no one knows if anyone in the team is still in a hypnotic state, so everyone stares at each other warily without making any move.

Although fear has never been born in their hearts, no one wants to die at the gunpoint of a temporary teammate. Compared with a death that is more vigorous, such a death will make people linger in despair.

Absolute silence, only the sound of wind, rain and the rumble of the engine was broken until the footsteps of high heels stepping on the marble floor broke it all.

The sound was so abrupt. Someone was walking over slowly. It was completely incompatible with the serious and murderous atmosphere at the moment. It was like someone singing Sailor Moon at a gang fight.

The demons all looked up in the direction of the sound, with red light flowing in their eyes. The sounds of guns being loaded were heard one after another. Everyone was feeling faintly excited, and their desires and instincts were suppressed by the solemn atmosphere. Burn up.

"Listen to me, death is actually not painful at all."

He has a plump figure and slender legs. This is naturally the physical appearance that the demons first noticed. The wanted criminal is about 1.7 meters tall. His facial features are hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen clearly. His long purple shawl hair hangs down, and he wears Wearing purple velvet gloves and holding two submachine guns, it is completely unimaginable that this is a woman who has just finished racing with them fiercely.

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I sent a request to Zayu to generate electricity for love

Accept decisively and agree readily

Chapter 195 Preface

The sound of gunfire was deafening, the barrages came overwhelmingly, the explosions of howitzers were mixed with the whistling of heavy machine gun shells, and there were actually people among the demons carrying rocket launchers. This weapon is usually used to attack enemy heavy armor on the battlefield. use.

Kafka pulled out two MAC-10 mini-submachine guns from his waist. The dense burst of fire faintly overwhelmed the roaring howitzers. The bullets fired from the submachine guns formed a huge cone-shaped barrage. The demons who were approaching were blown away by the heavy rain of metal. Scattered, the bullet casings fell with clatter.

The submachine gun has great power in close combat. The rate of fire of 1200 per minute is enough to suppress all heavy machine guns in an indoor environment, but its penetration is very poor. It only scatters fragments on the floor and marble columns.

But the 12.7×99mm bullets used by the heavy machine gun were designed to attack armored vehicles. Two seconds after Kafka turned to avoid the bullets, dense bullet holes appeared on the walls of the building. The moonlight shone in through the bullet holes. The bullets from the heavy machine gun penetrated the marble columns and thick concrete load-bearing walls.

Kafka was changing magazines while dodging the barrage like a rainstorm. The magic of speech was quietly activated, but the thunderous gunshots suppressed all sounds. Her whisper was more like a wisp in the sea of ​​fire. The breeze is small but deadly.

The cathartic sound of heavy machine gunfire temporarily stopped, and the demons cheered and surrounded them while changing magazines, howling like babies, and every face looked excited and ferocious when illuminated by the flames.

They stepped on the bodies of fellow demons who had been shot and fell to the ground and rushed up the spiral staircase. The guns in their hands were fired like crazy, regardless of whether there were bodies of fellow demons in front of them.

The sound of heavy machine gunfire boomed again, but this time it was not the marble pillars that penetrated, but the bodies of the demons in the front row. In the storm of bullets from the heavy machine gun, they fell like wheat straw in the field in batches. , flesh and blood splashed in the air, plasma and internal organs stained the floor tiles like the Styx in hell.

The demon with quick eyesight and quick hands blasted the head of the hypnotized demon holding a heavy machine gun with one shot. Then the other demon dropped the gun in his hand and continued to unleash firepower with a heavy machine gun.

Endless demons rushed in from outside the main entrance of the building, like a big wave composed of demons, constantly beating the defense line formed by Kafka alone.

The hypnotized demons turned their guns and fired at the people around them, but it still seemed a bit insignificant. The impact of the demons approached the spiral staircase, and overwhelming demons rushed up.

When the submachine gun magazine was exhausted, Kafka swung the empty gun and knocked over the approaching demon. He lifted up the back of his windbreaker, took out two incendiary bombs, and threw them down the gap in the stairs.

As she rolled to dodge, she easily pulled out the two Uzi submachine guns hidden behind her windbreaker. The brass shells flew into the sky like popcorn, and the bullets rained down on the shadows.

The flames illuminated Kafka's face again and again. Facing the crowd of demons, she frowned slightly. It was not that she thought she would die here today, but that her coat was stained with dust and blood when she rolled, and her fur was completely Sticky together with blood.

Although the spirit-talking technique was still effective under the suppression of Bluetooth devices and gunshots, almost half of the demons defected in the face of battle, but the demons outside the building were pouring in like a never-ending rainstorm, and the high-frequency speaking spirits The operation still seems to be stretched thin.

It would be nice if there was a loudspeaker. The influence of the telepathic technique could be spread to every demon outside the building. But now that the sound of heavy rain is mixed with the sound of gunfire, the telepathic technique can only be like a wisp of wind in the stormy sea. As he kept wandering around the building, his physical strength gradually declined.

Countless corpses were piled up in front of the spiral staircase inside the building. The gun battle in just tens of minutes had already resulted in no less than three-digit demon casualties, and even this number continued to increase at a terrifying speed. More and more, it seems that the devil is everywhere in the world, and she is like a lonely boat on the sea.

There are more than 10,000 demons in New Babylon, but they are usually hidden in the dark night, and it is rare to see them in full force.

Right now, the sound of wind and rain outside the building is intertwined, and the engine is roaring. Is it possible that nearly thousands of demons have gathered just to take the head of a newly registered demon hunter from her? Or did he take her life for the sake of the great lord Shi De?

She didn't believe that there was any so-called friendship among those demons or loyal and filial people who would help their brothers. The reason for taking her life was probably just to maintain the dignity of the demons and to shake the mountain to shake the tiger.

The demons pulled the triggers together, and all kinds of guns spit out bright muzzle flames. Large-caliber bullets shot at each other instantly. The demons hypnotized by the spirit spell fell down in rows, and they continued to pour into the hall from outside the building. As new demons entered, howitzers and bullets completely destroyed the marble stairs and platforms.

Kafka grabbed the exposed steel bars of the roof and jumped up, thus avoiding falling into the marble ruins and being inundated by bullets.

She held the Uzi and fired, dashing from left to right as if entering an uninhabited land. A large number of demons stood up to block the flying bullets for her, but she knew that if she could not break out of the building, this would be just the last act of ferocity of the beast.

But this abandoned building was abandoned only halfway through construction. There were thick cement walls on all sides, and the only stair shelter was also destroyed. She could only count the time and rely on the heavy machine guns of those demons to shoot Puncture the wall.

The fuel tank of that Ferrari has bottomed out. Even if the accelerator is pressed deeply, it will break down on the viaduct and have no way to retreat. Compared with the abandoned buildings in the city, the lonely viaduct is more like a dead end.

The sickle of death will never fall easily, and she has never been afraid of the arrival of the god of death. Escape into the mountains in embarrassment is certainly a good way to survive, but unfortunately she does not understand what fear is. The only good way is in her eyes. It's like shit inside and I can't bear to look at it.

"χρεωση!" The demons roared in the ancient language of New Babylon, and the gun flames flashed like flares in the night. They excitedly rushed forward like an overwhelming force, waving sharp blades to tear the woman in front of them to pieces.

Facing the demons that surged up like a tide, Kafka showed no fear, or rather no expression at all.

She threw out the submachine gun with the empty magazine. The silk thread was like a transparent and sharp sword lying in front of her. She looked at the overwhelming demons indifferently, her eyes as magnificent as flames.

Fire broke out outside the building, and gunfire suddenly erupted far more violently than inside the building. It was the roar of hundreds of heavy machine guns. The next second, the thick cement wall was suddenly overturned by something, and the surging demons were swept away. The marble was crushed into pieces.

The powerful roar of the horse came from the thick dust, and the sound of the horse's hooves was like a deadly drumbeat, stepping on the demon's corpse and calmly stepping into the hall.

There was no thunder and lightning at all, and the torrential rain suddenly fell. The huge raindrops hit the eaves like war drums. Countless rain poured in from outside the collapsed walls. The heavy rain hit the armor of the man on horseback. There was a crackling sound, the rising sea of ​​​​fire spread its teeth and claws behind him, and her pupils were brighter than ever before.

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Chapter 196 Seventy-two

[He mounted the night-like horse, smashed through the dark city wall with his sword, came wrapped in wind and rain, and stood in the bright firelight, as if the light pierced the dark night. 】

There was a shrill rainstorm all over the world. The bright moonlight was projected into the interior of the building, and the people on horseback were also exposed to the sight of the moonlight and the demons.

The demons let out roars that were between babies and beasts, and their remaining sanity was completely ignited by the smell of blood in the air. They roared and charged in two directions, their red eyes shining in the black.

"Are you in COS Odin?" Kafka kicked away the demon who was approaching him, took out the revolver from his waist, raised his hand and blew half of the demon's head into pieces.

The black horse stands in the violent storm, and every time the horse's hooves fall, it makes a deafening sound like a war drum. Whether it is judging from the strong muscles or the smooth mane, this horse is undoubtedly a magical horse that can travel thousands of miles every day.

The knight on horseback is covered with moonlight, and the bright silver armor is covered with rainwater. Silk-like drops of water hang down from the edge of the sword blade. His long hair dances in the dark night, and the flames reflect the man's eyes. Bright, like a fire hidden deep inside.

But the problem is that the man sitting on the horse is not a pure knight, nor a majestic aristocratic prince, but Jiang Fan, who she considers to be a funny person. He only fits his character by riding a donkey!

That's right, it was Jiang Fan. She had never thought that this shameless and shameless loser could have such a domineering and revealing way of appearing. He was so handsome!

She admitted that the moment when she rode her horse through the concrete wall and overthrew the demon, it was so cool. But the problem was that it was extremely difficult to drag a disabled man into the battle and break out of the siege, not to mention riding a horse. It's a horse, not an armored car or a tank.

The revolver in Kafka's hand was spitting out gunfire, and every thunderous sound could blast away the demons approaching her. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Fan, who was sitting on horseback in the wind and rain, feeling in a trance.

She suddenly remembered that one rainy night many years ago, the radio station was playing a collection of stories relayed from the Sigma Galaxy United Theater.

It was a fairy tale love story. The beginning of the story was very cliché. The king fell into a coma, and the young, beautiful and kind princess was framed and imprisoned by the evil queen. Only the old knight guarding the cell did not want to see the kind princess being wronged and released her. Gone her.

But where could she go as a helpless princess? Even if you reach the end of the world, you will be caught up and imprisoned in a cell for the rest of your life.

Just when the princess was in despair, her Prince Charming came. He was like the blazing sun that dispelled all the gloom, defeated the vicious queen and the guards who helped the evil, and lived a happy life with the princess.

But in fact, the happier the story, the less popular it is in New Babylon. The love stories in those stories often involve the female protagonist falling into despair, and the male protagonist descending from the sky like a god, as if piercing the sun in the darkness.

But this is New Babylon, no one will be afraid of the darkness, and no one will fall into despair, so even the happiest stories can't move her heart, they just feel boring, just because the light that pierces the darkness in despair is... A sight she would never see in her lifetime.

He mounted a horse that was as dark as night, smashed through the pitch-black city wall with his sword, came wrapped in wind and rain, and stood in the bright firelight, as if the light pierced the dark night.

Kafka believed that he would never forget that scene for the rest of his life. It should be the light piercing the darkness in the storybook, the shooting star piercing the silent night, the absolute brilliance.

If you really have heart and feelings, and understand despair and fear, you will definitely give him a thumbs up and say he is so cool! If you keep working hard, maybe I will really fall in love with you! Of course you have to regain your moral integrity!

"Odin?" Jiang Fan rode a black horse and rushed towards Kafka's position. He waved the long sword in his hand and slashed the heads of the demons who blocked the way. "I clearly know that the COS is Carter Shirey, doesn't it look like that?"

Kafka tore off the sharp thread and shot away the approaching demons while jumping up from the broken platform. He sat on the horse and held Jiang Fan's waist, firing the revolver in his hand.

"Who is Carter Shirey?" Kafka fired continuously to cover him and rushed out of the encirclement. The last incendiary bomb on her waist was thrown into the group of demons, and the sea of ​​​​fire spread along the blood river in an instant.

The black horse suddenly roared up to the sky without warning. Kafka subconsciously grabbed Jiang Fan's waist. The air heated up instantly, and red flames rose from the soles of his feet.

The tall horses that were as dark as night a second ago were reborn in the flames. There were flowing clouds of flames under their hooves, and they rushed forward against a dozen demons. Every step made the sizzling sound of scorching the earth.

"You don't even know Carter Shrey? You're a little ignorant, sister." Jiang Fan accelerated forward on his horse, surrounded by misty flames like clouds. Looking at his expression, he wished he had a cigar in his mouth at this moment. Complete.

"What is this horse?" Kafka clung to Jiang Fan's armor. The tall horse ran rampant among the demons, breaking through the siege under the dense rain of bullets and flames.

"Hebrian's strange species was destroyed from the inside out by the anti-matter army a hundred years ago. This is the last horse, an absolute divine horse!" Jiang Fan slashed at the group of demons with his sword with one hand, The splattered blood was instantly evaporated by the high temperature before it even got close, and it didn't sit idle for a moment.

"Then why did you come to New Babylon? Don't tell me it's a bounty hunter's mission. Only demon hunters can pick off the bounties in New Babylon, and they will never be handed over to bounty hunters. And you are dressed like a pure knight. What?" Kafka asked loudly in the sea of ​​​​fire, so as not to be suppressed by the intensive gunfire.

"Damn it! What do you mean by the dress of a pure and beautiful knight? Is it their patent to be handsome? You know, I rely on my appearance to make a living! Compared with appearance, I am much more pure and beautiful than them, okay?" Jiang Fan turned the horse's head Speeding on the deserted road, with various high-horsepower sports cars chasing behind him, bullets spraying against the strong wind.

"Don't start the subject with me! First I disappeared on the Immortal Boat, then in Emerald, and then in New Babylon. Are you following me? And where did you find the horse? How do you know I'm here? Besides, aren't you afraid of death? Why are you getting involved if you're afraid of death?" Kafka turned around and shot repeatedly, and the storm washed her face repeatedly.

"I've always been the one to help my brothers, okay? You underestimate the indestructible friendship between us! Enemies surround us and our friends are in danger..." Jiang Fan clamped his legs on the horse's belly and galloped The speed is getting faster and faster, and the rain falling from the sky is gradually evaporated.

"Don't talk nonsense that we don't believe, okay? You have the word "problem" written all over your body, and you are not a loser at all. No loser can chop demons like vegetables. You have been pretending. , What is your purpose?" Kafka emptied his pistol and threw it directly into the rainstorm, his eyes fixed on the back of Jiang Fan's head.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Fan sighed deeply and began to shout loudly: "Okay, okay! I'm following you, okay! Only the devil wants you to join the Star Core Hunters. You died right in front of my fucking eyes." 72 times, what can I do? I can only keep a close eye on you! Who knew that this time you would be blocked by enemies in New Babylon! Do you think it is easy for me? Who has no time to go to the Star God to confront him head-on? ...I can’t explain it to you anyway.”

Jiang Fan's voice became lower and lower. This was the first time Kafka saw Jiang Fan's absent-minded expression, which was a bit weak compared to the majestic expression just now.

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This is my plan for the next book

Chapter One: Boiling Military Camp

Chapter 100: The grain and grass troops met Cao Pi, and Sima Yi suddenly appeared in the kitchen

Chapter 200: Ma Chao captured Singapore, Kong Ming overthrew the flat earth theory

Chapter 300: The Jade Emperor makes arrogant remarks, and the Shu army arrives at the Lingxiao Palace