Chapter 535 No More

Jing Yimai acted like a level six boss, dodged and at the same time took off the other shoe from the corpse and threw it out with a swing of his arm.

The stinky shoe was spinning in the air so fast that the insole was thrown off and hit Jing Wenbin on the head with a bang.

He shuddered all over, thinking it was some kind of hidden weapon.

In an instant, a foul smell wafted down from above, which was very pungent, and fine sand and dust slid down in front of my eyes.

"vomit--"

He couldn't help retching, and when he bent down, a smelly shoe fell off.

Jing Wenbin: ...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew behind his ears, and Jing Wenbin turned back subconsciously, but he was already half a beat too late.

A shoe with anti-slip wavy patterns on the sole kicked me in the face. Before I could struggle, it became bigger and bigger in my vision until my vision went black, my nose made an ominous crisp sound, and unbearable pain immediately ran along the nerves to the cerebral cortex.

Under the huge force, he was kicked and slid a long distance on the ground. The workbenches that were hit collided with each other, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The instruments on top fell over with a loud noise and rolled to the ground with a clanging sound.

At this moment, Jing Wenbin wanted to kill him very much.

A figure approached in his shaky vision. He hurriedly drew his sword and swung it across his body. At the same time, he rolled to his feet and slammed his head hard with the base of his palm, trying to wake up quickly from his dizziness.

How could Jing Yimai give him this opportunity? He flipped his palm and a thick purple electric current came out, making the air crackle where it hit.

"Brother! Give me a chance! Please! We have the same blood flowing in our bodies!"

Jing Wenbin was so frightened by the sound and the scene that he stepped back repeatedly, completely lowering himself to the ground and begging for mercy.

But he forgot that Jing Yimai's deep hatred has continued to this day. He wanted to eat him alive and send him to hell to beg for mercy from his parents who could not close their eyes and rest in peace.

At this time, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the stairwell, moving quickly and going up at a very fast speed.

Jing Wenbin rolled his eyes and shouted, "Help! Someone wants—"

Jing Yimai frowned heavily, waved his hand and unleashed his supernatural power. A purple ball of lightning rose and fell in the air, seemingly slowly, but in fact it was rushing towards Jing Wenbin extremely quickly.

Ball lightning is like a ball of fried yarn, with countless tiny tentacles exploring the air. When they encounter conductive materials such as metal, the tentacles instantly extend, and after a bang, they leave a black mark.

Seeing this, Jing Wenbin no longer dared to hold the dagger in his hand. He stumbled to his feet and threw it heavily in the moment of lightning.

The dagger froze in the air, surrounded by purple electric current. Jing Wenbin turned and ran.

The ball lightning, which was originally gradually stopping, seemed to sense something and instead floated in the direction of escape at an even faster speed. This scared Jing Wenbin, who turned back to observe the distance, out of his wits.

If it were usual, he would be surrounded by various high-level psychics, and this kind of thunder would not be able to get close to him at all. Even the conflicts between bases were not taken seriously by him!

But today, it seemed like his luck was about to end. He could not resist what was happening and could only watch helplessly!

In the middle of the night, a wall was blown up, two experimental buildings collapsed, and then Chu Wanfu appeared. The cops wandered around his base and made a lot of crystal cores from that outdoor restaurant. Then it was midnight again!

It's the middle of the night again!

The roof of the building was cut off, most of the close associates were killed or injured, and not a single top researcher was left alive!

When he was planning to let Aunt Mei attract Boss Xia's hatred, Chu Wanfu brought his men to surround the building!

With the regular army dispatched, the group of slinkers downstairs would definitely not be able to withstand it. It was only a matter of time before the building was swept clean. Just as they were thinking of escaping, Jing Yimai appeared!

Just when he had no one to turn to, Jing Yimai caught up?!

Jing Wenbin felt a sweetness in his throat, and the old blood he had was neither going up nor down, so he could only run towards the portal desperately.

"Boss Bin, hurry up! They're catching up!"

His only subordinate did not flee in the face of the enemy. His face was pale and he stared at the lightning ball in horror, which was getting faster and faster for some reason.

How could Jing Wenbin not sense the crackling sound so close to him?

He could smell the burning hair and clothes!

Jing Wenbin raised his hands, hesitated for a moment, and then clenched his left fist, successfully condensing a fireball. His eyes showed surprise, and when he turned sideways, his face seemed to be covered by an electric net, and he trembled with a numb feeling.

He looked at the tentacles that stretched out, and with fear in his heart, he threw the fireball at them...

The portal glowed brightly, its outline becoming clear and stable. The loyal servant stepped into the portal, while the other half of his body remained where he was, anxiously urging:

"Boss Bin! Come on! I can't hold on much longer!"

His Bin always has no time to look back...

Jing Yimai sneered, kicked and lifted his foot, and the supernatural gun flew into the air. He grabbed it and the empty slot was quickly filled with purple energy.

call out--

The supernatural bullet was hidden in the electric light and pierced through the head of the unsuspecting subordinate.

Anxiety solidified in his wide eyes as he fell backward with a thud, and the portal disappeared abruptly.

Jing Yimai moved the muzzle of his gun. Through the scope, Jing Wenbin's face was filled with panic, despair, and regret, but not towards his parents...

His finger slowly pulled the trigger, and Jing Wenbin knelt down with a muffled groan.

"you--"

"Everything should be settled now."

In an indifferent tone, Jing Wenbin was gradually enveloped by a brilliant purple light. Perhaps he was overwhelmed by fear, and he randomly used his supernatural powers with his left and right hands.

A fireball and a splash of water.

The fireball collides with the filamentary tentacles and explodes, while the water splashes - conduct electricity.

The dazzling light was as bright as day. Everyone closed their eyes and tilted their heads, and a white light spot appeared in front of their eyes and lingered for a long time.

Xiong Xiong immediately held Xia Yan in his arms.

Xia Yan smelled the fresh bamboo scent on Xiongxiong's body. Its little belly bulged when it breathed, and its soft fur always rubbed against her face, which was very itchy.

She reached out and grabbed it, hugging Xiong Xiong's fat waist very smoothly, as if she was hugging a particularly soft doll.

After the dizziness subsided, Jing Yimai looked at the charcoal-like corpse and remained silent for a long time.

Jing Wenbin died just like that?

He should be happy that his revenge was achieved, but he stretched his facial muscles, and they were extremely stiff.

It felt like a big hole was gouged out in my heart, and the night wind blew through it easily, leaving behind an endless feeling of emptiness.

"Ah...it hurts."

"Eye..."

Under the white gauze, the survivors closed their eyes and let out uncomfortable wails.

Jing Yi walked over and lifted up a corner.

"It's okay now. I'll help you untie the ropes—"

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the stairwell.

After the moment of exposure excitement subsided, the footsteps sounded faster!

General Chu’s men are here!

Two seconds later, a soldier wearing a gas mask and holding a superpower gun appeared at the stairs.

"Don't move!"

Dozens of soldiers filed in, looking at the scene where a fight had clearly taken place, and realized that they were still a step too late.

There were only survivors with their hands and feet tied, and corpses lying in a pool of blood, but no murderer.

"Where is Jing Wenbin?" asked the captain.