"Stay alive?" Li Huoyue asked.

"Can we keep it?" Lin Nian asked back.

"According to the autopsy report, if these assassins and the airport belong to the same group, then their blood contains the crest fluid of the next generation of dragons, which means that the people who control them hold their lifeblood. This is a group of

Deadpools who are forced to be loyal cannot decide when and how they die." Li Hueyue directly gave the key information.

"Is the news reliable?" Lin Nian asked.

"Nine times out of ten, we are probably under surveillance now. As long as we lose the battle, we won't leave anyone alive without you and me taking action." Li Hueyue said.

"Would it be a bit offensive to be monitored by others in your own territory?" Lin Nian asked.

"It's the first time, it's a very fresh feeling." Li Hueyue's answer was interesting, "Don't worry about the corpse, someone will clean it up."

"The only good news."

While he was talking, the assassin in the black raincoat on the other side of Lin Nian finally began to have strange visions. His first action was neither sprinting nor chanting. It was also abnormal. He suddenly raised his hand and pressed the position of his heart.

He trembled and bent over in pain, and his breathing gradually became heavier and faster, causing his shoulders and whole body to rise and fall frequently.

Lin Nian tilted his head slightly and sniffed the tip of his nose. He smelled a special smell that gradually became thicker and thicker under the raincoat. It was the smell of dragons... Was the bloodline refined through some special means? The effect seemed to be

Yes, but the side effects should be huge and extremely uncontrollable. Is it appropriate to use this method as a trump card as soon as it comes up?

Lin Nian glanced at Li Hueyue. The attackers at the other end of the alley were in the same condition. He came up and was ready to fight them.

Oh, by the way, he remembered. Li Huoyue mentioned that the life and death of this group of people was not up to them, so naturally the switch for refining the bloodline would not be in their hands, or that it would be so powerful in the hands of others.

There was a self-destruct switch that could be pressed at any time. It seemed that the people behind the scenes probably knew what the attack would be like and simply let the two dead men self-destruct.

So is this a greeting to him? It's just a boring way.

The eyelashes on Lin Nian's lowered eyes were painted pale red by the setting sun. He looked silently at the attacker who began to swell under the raincoat at the end of the alley, chanting high-pitched words and charging with the aura of killing.

, his speaking spirit seems to be an energy burst type, and there is a vaguely disturbed neon light under the cloak.

The opponent's current level of bloodline refinement is probably around the initial second level of bloodshed. Can the spirit of speech be further strengthened? It's not clear, but overall it is very inferior, but it is really good to be able to do this, just as a death

In terms of scholars.

Without the slightest warning, the attacker who was still chanting and running wildly not far away from Lin Nian suddenly seemed to explode, spraying bright red and silver-gray blood in all directions, like a paint ball that was popped by a needle in the air.

The bright red viscous liquid was like a gorgeous flower dyed the color of the sunset.

That was while the attacker was still sprinting, when the body under the raincoat disintegrated naturally, without any screams or last words. From the bones to the muscles, they were all cut in the most biologically perfect way, and they were divided into heads.

Arms, feet, upper chest, lower abdomen.

The split pieces of flesh fell forward and slid to the ground due to the inertia, and were covered by the falling black raincoat. A huge amount of blood rushed on the floor of the alley like a flood, and finally stopped in front of Lin Nian's feet.

, diverged, and the river of blood reflected the red light of the setting sun, which was a bit dazzling, making Lin Nian's expressionless side face a bit bright red.

"Let's go another way." Lin Nian didn't take a second glance, turned around and walked forward with his phone in hand.

Li Huoyue followed Lin Nian quietly. The two passed by the charred corpse of the attacker who was strangled by a large number of high-voltage wires and lay motionless on the roadside. Compared with Lin Nian's side, the charred corpse was handled more carefully here.
Chapter completed!