The breath of death was closer than ever to Fang Ze.
At a certain moment, Fang Ze regretted becoming the disaster king.
If he hadn't become the disaster king, then he should be just an ordinary boy. With his personality, no one would want to kill him at all.
But then the person who was shot appeared in front of him, an ordinary person like him before, who was sacrificed just because he blocked the way.
If one day such a thing happens to him or his relatives.
It would have been more painful then than it is now.
"And I don't believe that the defense of the response department will be broken so easily." Fang Ze struggled to walk back, no matter what, he couldn't give up.
Never underestimate an enduring organization. Although the Response Section came to power after the Yuebu Earthquake 16 years ago, its existence can be traced back to the establishment of the new dynasty.
Although the series of attacks today seem ferocious, they should still be in the range that can be dealt with by those who deal with the department. Otherwise, the response department is too misnamed, or there are other secrets in this matter.
"Aren't you afraid to play off?" On the rooftop, the sniper was still on the ground, but unexpectedly, he didn't pass out, but squinted his eyes and said this sentence.
"The ones at the top move their mouths, and the ones at the bottom run away. At that time, the calamity king will also hold grudges against us. It has nothing to do with the people above, but there is no way. Those of us who have been recruited have no human rights." Wang Zhao carried The sniper rifle looked at Fang Ze in the picture, with half a cigarette in his mouth, not caring that the smell of the smoke would reveal his position.
"Cut." The terrified face of the civilian he killed flashed across the sniper's mind, and his heart started to rippling, and soon calmed down.
Under the overall situation, it is normal to be sacrificed, even if it is a meaningless sacrifice. As for the even more pathetic Wan Hengyang, the sniper can only express hehe.
The people above will not consider whether he is sad or not. They only care about how people use it, and they will get greater results. Their ultimate goal will be good, but they will not consider personal feelings.
"Think about it. The more tragic his sacrifice, the smoother the reform will be. He has made a contribution, right?" Wang Zhao revealed a mocking smile.
On the other side, Liu Ya turned the dart with a diamond-shaped arrow between his fingers, looking seriously at the smiling young man on the opposite side.
"Get out of the way, Liu Ren." Liu Ya gritted his teeth and shouted.
"It's so sad, the elementary school girl actually yelled at the senior." Although the young man said this, he still had a smile on his face, and kept turning a long sword with a sheath in his hand: "Could it be that you are really captured by the new disaster king?" I love you."
"I think back when you were that old, you kept talking about marrying me." Liu Ren put his other hand on his waist, and continued to speak words that made Liu Ya furious: "You saw me appearing By then, you should have understood what was going on, it was nothing more than those people's spurs on Apophir."
"Get out of the way, or I'll do it." Liu Ya waved several arrow darts, and the fluctuation of the power of disaster appeared, and those arrows flew towards Liu Ren from all directions under the influence of Liu Ya's authority.
"Clang clang clang."
The long sword in Liu Ren's hand turned, without any reaction from the power of disaster, and the arrows were bounced away only by physical strength.
The long sword was pulled out slightly, and the power of calamity appeared on his body, and there was a tingling sensation on the skin of Liu Ya standing opposite him.
Authority: The wound of the sharp blade, in simple terms, refers to the calamity authority that the sharp weapon causes wounds to human beings.
Liu Ren, who is in charge of this authority, has a terrifying control over the sword. If such a person was born in ancient times, he would be the sword god and sword master.
"Huh?" Liu Ren was taken aback suddenly, in his perception, a terrifying force of disaster had appeared.
Fang Ze dragged his tired body back and forth, but obviously everything was useless, and the guessed support from the response department did not come.
Wan Hengyang's undisguised madness and murderous intent made Fang Ze, who became more sensitive after becoming the disaster king, feel unprecedented fear.
The other party wanted to kill him, and this was unreservedly shown in front of him. Death was approaching him like never before, and the desire to survive made his mind start to spin like never before.
While Fang Ze was trying to mobilize his power of disaster, he quickly said something that a villain would say: "Do you know who I am? Do you know what will happen if you kill me?"
"Wait, I know who you are now." Looking at the unmoved Wan Hengyang opposite, Fang Ze secretly scolded the lunatic, just thinking of the word lunatic, combined with Wan Hengyang's face, Fang Ze finally recognized Wan Heng Positive.
After all, Wan Hengyang has invited a lot of media over the years, although most of them did not report Wan Hengyang due to some pressure, but discredited him as a villain who slandered everywhere for compensation.
But the gossip has been circulating, and He Qiao also shared these gossips with Fang Ze, so at this time Fang Ze finally remembered who Wan Hengyang was.
"Calm down first, I understand your matter. I couldn't do anything before, but now I am the disaster king, and I have the ability to help you." Fang Ze looked at Wan Hengyang sincerely, trying to convey his sincerity: "You I have persisted for almost twenty years, isn't it just to give my daughter justice?"
"You don't want to avenge your daughter by committing a crime, right?" Fang Zexiao moved his emotions with reason. If it was a real impulsive crime, it might still be useful, but under the continuous influence of Wang Zhao's authority, , Wan Hengyang's sanity has completely disappeared.
Words are useless, identity is useless, and guards are useless. At this time, the only thing you can rely on is your own strength.
"Please calm down. There are many families in this city. They also think of you. Maybe they have a lovely daughter or son. You will only create more tragedies." Fang Ze still tried to mobilize his power of disaster, The body responded with a huge disaster force, but those disaster forces could not break out of the body.
"What's the matter? In this cold and cruel world, they will only suffer pain if they stay in this world. I just want to end the pain!" Wan Hengyang said frantically, as if there was a muffled thunder in the sky.
"So... have you ever seen a meteor fall?" Fang Ze stepped back slowly, the hesitation on his face had disappeared, and he threw himself behind a trash can without hesitation.
A huge power of disaster appeared on Fang Ze's body, but it was not the power of disaster mobilized from the body, but the power of disaster newly generated by exercising authority.
A bright red spot of light fell from a distance and hit the street behind Wan Hengyang. Under the action of the impact force, meteorite fragments and stone shattered particles hit Wan Hengyang's back with high temperature.