Lan Yu was sitting in the helicopter with an ion cannon at her feet.

As the helicopter lurched into the air, he had already gone over the scenes he had performed in his mind and selected the one that best suited the current situation.

Art comes from life, and he decided to act according to that scene.

The helicopter climbed to the same height as the top floor of the shopping mall and then circled around the cactus.

Through the glass walls surrounding the room, Lan Yu saw that just as the police had described, there were several hostages with bombs tied to their bodies blocking the stairs, while other hostages were squatting on the ground with their hands on their heads.

Hearing the sound of the helicopter, everyone looked over.

The one squatting on the ground with a begging look on his face, the one standing in front of the escalator with a bomb hanging on his head, was shaking all over and tears were streaming down his face.

A tall and strong man in black combat uniform, holding a gun in his right hand and a remote control in his left hand, stood in the crowd looking at the helicopter and saw Lan Yu squatting at the cabin door.

Because of the long thorns on the cactus, he was quite clear that the helicopter could not get close, so he was not panicked and even gave Lan Yu a provocative smile.

There was a long scar on his face, which was pulled by his smile and made him look particularly hideous.

Lan Yu's heart skipped a beat and she felt a little nervous. She subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze, but she forced herself to hold it back.

You must not be stage-frightened now. If you are, you will lose the first place and your energy will be lost a little.

In just a moment, he adjusted his emotions and got into character, staring into the eyes of the scarred man.

He did not make any movement, and there was no expression on his face. His gaze was only 90% indifference and 10% compassion.

When facing such an expression battle, you just need to look at the other person with such eyes.

It was like looking at a dead person.

The scarred man was indeed enraged. He stopped smiling, his face darkened, and he gripped the gun in his hand, pointed it at the glass, and mouthed the words: Bang!

There were red streaks in his eyes, a sign of morbid excitement. Although Lan Yu knew that the glass could not be penetrated, she still shuddered in her heart.

Although he was panicking inside, he still looked calm and turned his head to look at the location of the scarred man.

His eyes swept across the ceiling and beige floor tiles indifferently, with eight parts of indifference and two parts of pickyness, as if he was looking at a coffin.

All the hostages held their breath, and those who were crying stopped sobbing, rolling their eyes to watch the undercurrent surging between them.

At this time, the man with the scar couldn't help it and took a step forward.

He held the gun in his right hand, and raised his middle finger to Lan Yu with his left hand holding the remote control, and his thumb briefly left the red round button.

Lan Yu's pupils suddenly contracted; the opportunity had come.

Without hesitation, he decisively grabbed the ion cannon barrel at his feet, put it on his shoulder, jumped out of the helicopter and took off into the air.

At that moment, the wind blew across my face, the streets and the crowd were at my feet, and time seemed to slow down, like a long slow motion.

He leaped into the air, the sunlight shining from above his head, dyeing his soft black hair light brown and giving his dark blue military uniform a layer of gold.

At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the cannon on his shoulder, and an ion cannon with a halo that penetrated the air shot straight at the Yaga glass in front.

The scarred man had not yet retracted his raised middle finger, and his thumb, which was pointing at the remote control button, was still hanging above.

The hostage blinked away a tear but hadn't opened his eyes yet, and the tear still lingered in the air.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the ion cannon exploded the moment it came into contact with the Yaga glass. The entire glass spread outward from the center and shattered into thousands pieces. A wave of air surged out in all directions.

Lan Yu was just twenty meters away. When the air wave rushed in front of him, it only lifted his hair, revealing his dark eyebrows and eyes.

He loosened his grip and let the ion cannon fall from the sky. Following the instinct of his body, he somersaulted in the air and pulled out the gun from his waist. As he fell, he stepped on a horizontal cactus thorn and with another push, he jumped in through the gap in the glass.

The moment he landed, he rolled forward and fired.

The slow motion ends, and the whole process only takes two or three seconds.

The hostage's tears fell to the ground, splashing a small amount of water. He opened and closed his eyes blankly, raising his hands to block the flying broken glass.

The scarred man still had his middle finger raised, his thumb hovering above the remote control, and a strange expression on his face.

There was just a bloody hole on his forehead, and blood gushed out and flowed down the sides of his nose.

Lan Yu still remained kneeling on one knee with the gun in hand.

Only then did the wind that came in stop, the stretched hair fell down, and broken glass scattered all over the ground.

With a dull thud, the scarred man fell heavily to the ground, his eyes still open, full of confusion, with a bloody hole on his forehead that was still oozing blood.

The entire top floor hall was silent.

The hostages did not move and no one screamed, because this scene happened too suddenly and it was over before they had time to be scared.

Lan Yu did not move either. Although there was no expression on his face, he was completely numb inside.

He simply recalled a movie he had filmed before and completed a series of actions based on a certain clip from it.

——Including the shooting that followed.

But this wasn't a movie, he really killed someone. The corpse fell in front of him, bleeding.

His ears were buzzing and his mind was blank. He just felt something shaking in front of his eyes, and someone in front of him opened and closed his lips, as if saying something.

"Colonel K, Colonel K..."

After a burst of tinnitus, the sound became clear.

There were also the sounds of police officers running on the stairs below. It was obvious that they were rushing upstairs at the moment of the explosion.

"Colonel K, are you okay?" a hostage asked tremblingly when he saw his pale face.

Lan Yu suddenly came to her senses and tried hard to get rid of the discomfort in her heart. After taking a long, deep breath, she stood up, lowered her eyes and said, "Let's all go..."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion from the direction of the escalator.

"Get down!" Lan Yu shouted, and everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands again.

Bang! There were two more loud noises, coming from the elevator and emergency passage not far away.

The concrete slab above could not bear the weight and began to fall in large chunks, with gravel flying everywhere and the ground underfoot shaking as well.

Fortunately, there were no more explosions after a few times. Smoke and dust rose up, and the hostages began to cover their mouths and cough, mixed with the girls' terrified cries.

Someone was shouting: "This is it, he blew up all the ways downstairs."

Lan Yu stood up quickly and looked around in the white dust.

Sure enough, the escalators, emergency passages and elevators were all blocked by the fallen concrete slabs.

The scarred man set up to blow up the passage, what did he want to do? Do you want to keep everyone busy for a while?

Lan Yu's experience of starring in several police and gangster films told her that this matter would definitely not be easy.

"Ah, what's wrong with this guy?" someone suddenly shouted in a sharp voice.

Lan Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man looking at the ground in horror, his outstretched fingers trembling.

The location he pointed to was the body of the scarred man who had just been shot dead by him.

As expected! I told you this isn't a simple matter.

Lan Yu pretended not to hear and looked around carefully.

He was still afraid and didn't dare to face the man with the scar.

If you don't watch it, it's just a police and gangster movie about getting rid of evil for the people. If you watch it, it might turn into a horror movie, and you'll be standing by your bed in the middle of the night.

"Colonel K, come over here and take a look. What, what's going on?" The smoke and dust on the floor cleared, and another person came forward to look, also gasping in shock.

"Is death rare?" Lan Yu said coldly, "I'm not interested in death."

"Colonel K, this is really strange."

Lan Yu pretended to be busy, touched the cement slabs blocking the escalator, and pulled one of them out with a frown.

"Colonel K, are you all right?" the policeman's voice came through the concrete slab.

"Colonel K, this man's body has become so horrible, please come and take a look." The man continued to shout.

Lan Yu ignored other voices and chose to answer the police's questions, coldly scolding: "Why are you howling? You're not dead yet..."

"Then just hold on for a while, we'll find a way to clear these concrete slabs." the police shouted.

"Colonel K, come and take a look, I'm really scared." The girl's crying became louder.

Lan Yu couldn't hold on any longer. If he continued to insist, people would inevitably see his inner cowardice.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around abruptly, strode to the location of the corpse, stood beside the corpse with his hands behind his back, and looked at it calmly.

"What's so scary about this? Isn't it just a change of color and a little smaller?" he said calmly.

Only a few minutes had passed since the scarred man's death, and his body had turned green, with irregular shades of green, as if it was covered with mottled moss.

The whole person shrank rapidly, and the blood and flesh seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only dry skin wrapped around withered bones.

The bullet hole on the forehead became more and more obvious. The blood had already scabbed and solidified on the face, leaving only a pitch-black hole.

Lan Yu's soul was hugging itself and screaming in fear, running around, trying to find a place to hide.

But the body was still stuck in place, and he gently kicked the corpse's leg with the tip of his leather boot and asked: "Did anyone notice just now? When did this happen?"

"I didn't. I was crouching and didn't notice."

"I didn't see it clearly either, and there was so much smoke and dust at that time."

Everyone said.

A man with a bomb strapped to his chest asked, "Colonel K, you are well-informed, do you know what this is all about?"

Lan Yu was just about to reveal a sinister look to scare them, but hostages should have the awareness of being hostages and just tremble quietly. Why are they so curious about other things?

Before I could adjust my expression, I heard a low, lazy voice from the right, "Because he was no longer a human before he died."

Hearing the strange voice, everyone looked to the right, including Lan Yu.

At the gap in the glass that was blasted by the ion cannon, a young alpha in a beige windbreaker appeared.

He stood sideways facing the crowd, facing outside the building, with one foot on the windowsill of the floor-to-ceiling window, more than a foot high, and the other foot on the ground. It was obvious that he was tall and had long legs.

His left elbow was lazily resting on his knee, with a valuable watch on his wrist. His right hand was lifted up from his windbreaker and placed in his trouser pocket, like a model on a poster admiring the scenery.

The glass window was broken, and the hem of his windbreaker was filled with wind and fluttered, revealing his straight trousers and light gray shirt.

"Who are you?" someone asked, holding the bomb on his chest.

The young man seemed to laugh, then took off the sunglasses on his tall nose and slowly turned his head.

"Hello everyone, you are very lucky. I just happened to be passing by and came to rescue you."

The familiar look and tone of the male protagonist, the familiar way of his appearance, made Lan Yu shudder in her heart.

The young man walked over slowly. "He is from the star Lonte. I don't know when he came here and took over this man's skin."

Lan Yu just raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and then turned her eyes away.

I have to say, although this man is very pretentious, he is really handsome, with a perfect face shape and facial features, and he looks quite photogenic.

"Lonte alien? And he took over this man's skin?" someone exclaimed.

The young man said nothing, and walked slowly towards the body, holding his sunglasses in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket, with a casual and leisurely pace.

Lan Yu saw his half-smile and half-smile, with one corner of his lips slightly raised, and her heart choked again.

This familiar male protagonist has a pretentious expression.