"Crystal core? Release him?"
Mou Xuan listened to Zhai Gui's voice amplified by his supernatural powers and felt that this old guy must have watched too many movies.
It's the end of the world now, and you're still using the old trick of "ransoming people"?
But the alliance has already started to stir.
There is no way. Hostages are always the most useful bargaining chips at the negotiation table.
Tactician Feng, with sweat all over his forehead, was quickly deducing various possibilities on the tactical board.
I have to say that Old Feng is quite thoughtful. In just a few minutes, he planned out several crystal core transfer plans.
Mou Xuan leaned over to take a look and was immediately happy.
"Tactician Feng, your plan... is not right."
Tactician Feng was startled, raised his head, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of doubts: "Brother Mou Xuan, what's wrong?"
Mou Xuan pointed at a detail on the tactical board, and said with a hint of amusement: "Look here, isn't the route for transferring crystal cores too... dense? Moreover, all the crystal cores will eventually be gathered in the underground vault of the alliance building. What they want is not the crystal cores at all, but..."
Before Mou Xuan could finish his words, a blue-purple lightning, like a poisonous snake, struck him fiercely!
"hiss--!"
Mou Xuan only felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and his whole body was numb from the electric shock.
Looking up, Xing Kuang's arrogant face was looming in the vortex of clouds.
"Have you figured it out? Unfortunately, it's too late!"
Xing Kuang's voice was full of pride, as if he had already secured victory.
"Fuck! These bastards!"
Mou Xuan cursed inwardly, endured the severe pain in his left arm, and did a tactical roll to hide behind a thick concrete pillar.
"No, the crystal core is a cover, their real goal is..."
At this moment, a roar interrupted Mou Xuan's thoughts.
"I'm going to kill you, you old bastard!"
I don't know when Zhang Guizi took out an outdated M1 Garand and fired a shot at Zhai Gui in mid-air!
"Bang!"
The sound of gunfire pierced the sky, and Zhai Gui's figure instantly shattered like a soap bubble.
phantom!
"Be careful, he's contaminating the water!"
Zhang the Cripple roared, his voice becoming hoarse with excitement.
He threw the M1 Garand in his hand towards Mou Xuan, and at the same time, his body was swallowed by a cloud that suddenly appeared.
"Old Zhang!"
Mou Xuan's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to rush over, but it was too late.
From the cloud came Zhang Cuzi's final roar and the teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking.
"Watch out! Gun!"
Zhang Guizi's last words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Mou Xuan subconsciously caught the flying M1 Garand, which felt cold to the touch.
Only then did he realize that the barrel of the gun had been burned red and was even twisted and deformed.
Xing Kuang!
What was he going to do with this gun?
Mou Xuan didn't have time to think about it, the sense of crisis had already surged like a tide.
He took a deep breath and activated his time ability.
0. 3 seconds!
In a world where time slows down, everything becomes crystal clear.
He saw Volunteer Han standing in front of the main console, his hands quickly moving on the bronze compass.
Strange energy fluctuations emanated from the compass, connecting the bodies of all the new psychics.
They are controlling the flow of supernatural powers!
Mou Xuan understood their plan instantly.
They want to use the power of the new superpowers to destroy the entire alliance!
"Damn, such a big deal!"
Mou Xuan's heart trembled, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.
He knew he had to stop them.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, and a bold idea came to his mind.
"Since you guys want to play, I'll play a big one with you!"
Mou Xuan curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, moved his body, and rushed towards the main console.
"Xing Kuang, lift him up for me!"
Mou Xuan roared and deliberately exposed his special abilities within Xing Kuang's perception range.
"Humph, you're looking for death!"
Xing Kuang sneered and immediately mobilized the hurricane in the clouds to blow towards Mou Xuan fiercely.
The hurricane left a mess wherever it passed, and the main control console was on the verge of collapse under the hurricane's ravages.
"Now!"
“Crack!”
A slight sound was drowned out by the roar of the hurricane.
Han Zhiyuan's face changed drastically and he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"You...what did you do?!"
Volunteer Han looked at Mou Xuan in horror, his voice trembling.
Mou Xuan did not answer, but just looked at him coldly with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"The game... has just begun."
At this moment, Han Zhiyuan suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.
He turned around suddenly and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
It was a wrinkled, weather-beaten face.
That was a face that was once full of justice and hope.
But now, this face is full of madness and bloodthirstiness.
"You..." Volunteer Han opened his mouth with difficulty, wanting to say something, but found that he could not say anything.
I saw that Zhang Quezi had broken free from the cloud at some point. One of his eyes was blind and one of his legs was twisted into a strange angle.
But he still stood there, like a bloody god of war.
In his hand, he held a broken gun barrel.
The tip of the gun barrel was against Zhai Gui's throat.
Zhai Gui's eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.
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