When the Cadillac's engine roared powerfully, and then produced thrust and slowly slid on the road, Sheyan and Aziz also got a reminder at the same time:
"Warning, warning: the bloody induction is about to be triggered, and this bloody induction will last for a long time."
"Contractor No. 1018, you will sense the positions of the rest of the participants after a one-minute countdown. The basic time for this bloody sensing is 100 minutes. Your rank is major, but you have already held three bloody cards. Invitation letter, so your rank privileges are canceled, and the time you sense others is reduced by 60%, and the time others sense you will be extended by 30%."
"The bloody sensor will be triggered in one hundred and twenty seconds, good luck."
"God damn it!" Sheyan cursed viciously. At this time, Aziz might not be weakened too much after being hit, but Sheyan could clearly hear him swearing a very obscene word.
The only good news is that Mr. K has started the Cadillac and started driving. It will take about ten minutes from here to the MIB headquarters. Fang Sheyan is optimistic that within ten minutes, the rest of the combatants will get the news. People may not have the guts to dare to come to die, so after they gather their forces, they must be drinking coffee comfortably in the most heavily guarded place in the MIB headquarters.
But Sheyan miscalculated two things: he underestimated the frequency of traffic jams in New York, and of course Mr. K's mentality.
The bloody storm swept over in an instant, covering the sky and covering the sky. In Fang Senyan's field of vision, it seemed that a large number of blood vessels had been burst open. There was a sea of blood surging, surging wantonly, which made people feel indescribable fear.
Then Sheyan swears a very obscene swear word again, because he really can't find a more suitable language to describe his current mood.
If it is said that after receiving two bloody invitations, the red dot representing Sheyan is just like a firefly in a summer night. So now, not to mention the rest of the participants who hold a bloody invitation letter, even Aziz's red dot can only be described as "How can a firefly compete with a bright moon" compared to Sheyan's? .
What's more vicious is that in the bloody sense, those few escape points evenly distributed in New York City were marked out! Although it didn't target Sheyan, but, but! Sheyan is the only one who has collected three bloody invitations at this time! These guys present are obviously not fools. As soon as they saw the word escape, they naturally knew the meaning behind it!
Therefore, it can be said that all the participants frantically rushed towards Sheyan! As long as Sheyan is killed, then he can get three bloody world invitations, plus his own one, then there will be a total of four! ! It can be said that the task has been overfulfilled. How is it not worth taking such a risk
Driven by this kind of mentality, Sheyan suddenly found out in horror that he was in the center of the vortex in an instant, and there was an indescribable attraction forcefully pulling the people around him to chase after him crazily. Even though Fang Senyan's strength has greatly increased at this time, he is determined not to be so arrogant that he thinks that he can be a thousand men.
But at such a time, Mr. K actually dropped the chain! He was driving his beloved Cadillac, slowly enjoying the scenery outside the window as if he was driving, and even fixed his eyes on the woman next to him from time to time. At this speed, it will be difficult to walk in a hundred minutes, not to mention ten minutes.
"Hey! K?! Now doesn't seem to be the time for a ride." Sheyan gritted his teeth.
K ignored him at all.
Sheyan looked at Aziz, passed the nightmare mark and said viciously:
"Hey, don't act like you're staying out of it! After those idiots force you over, do you think they'll clap their hands and let you go happily?"
Aziz was silent for a while, he was able to speak in front of K, so he said to K:
"I think we should go back to the MIB headquarters as soon as possible, Mr. K. After seeing the weird bone characters, I always have an ominous premonition, as if something important is about to happen. Put the Unraveling the secrets of the heart, then the heart can be put into practice sooner."
Aziz's words still carry a lot of weight in front of K, K nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll get an apple pie and go back."
Sheyan groaned weakly, held his head in his hands, and finally gritted his teeth and said:
"K, well, let me tell you, now you are being targeted, if you don't activate the alien technology system of this car now, then I'm sure, we will all die miserably!"
K turned his head, looked at Fang Senyan with a very distrustful look and said:
"Are you sure? Why doesn't our powerful early warning system have any intelligence to tell me this? Also, do you know how much MIB's budget is wasted to activate a particle injection system? You said it lightly, but you know that for energy Quotas, how many people will Z get in Congress? The resources and funds allocated to us by the country should be used wisely, not wasted in idleness."
Sheyan took a deep breath and said:
"Of course I'm sure! And I'm even more sure of one thing, that is, if you don't use these precious resources, you probably won't be able to use them in the future."
K said in amazement:
"What's the meaning?"
Fang Senyan said sternly:
"No amount of energy quota is useless for a pile of scrap iron. Hey, who is that? Why does it look so much like Jones?"
Undoubtedly, the two words "Jones" deeply attracted K's attention. Fang Sheyan took advantage of his turning head, sitting in the co-pilot seat, grabbed the gear lever and squeezed it hard. , the end of the joystick immediately opened like a blooming flower, revealing one of the red buttons, and Sheyan simply pressed it!
Immediately, the entire Cadillac actually began to deform, the waist became slender and more streamlined, and two jet engine air outlets appeared behind the rear of the car, and then ejected blue flames at least half a meter long. Both Sheyan and Aziz snorted at the same time, and were pressed down hard on the seat by the incomparably strong push back feeling, unable to move.
K suddenly let out an indescribable strange cry:
"You idiot! At least wait until I put my seat belt on!"
Fortunately, this car is equipped with automatic life detection and stress protection devices. Once there is an accident, the intelligent system will automatically take over to avoid the tragedy of the car accident, so after a while of panic, it is still on the right track. It's just that Sheyan's pupils shrank because of K's delay, a red dot representing a participant had already appeared in front of him, and he rushed over to intercept them on the way!
Even though they were speeding at a high speed, both Sheyan and Aziz recognized that person at a glance.
This guy dared to stand up and block the way alone at this time, not to mention anything else, this courage alone deserves a thumbs up and a "good" word.
The man stood quietly on the pedestrian bridge, looking into the distance.
A Cadillac is galloping at a high speed of 200 kilometers in the attitude of a fierce horse in the traffic flow under the setting sun. Not to mention anything else, the feeling alone is full of madness and arrogance!
The domineering power that vowed to smash everything into pieces!
And this person stood in front of the Cadillac.
The man looked ordinary: a cheap off-white jacket, a half-smoked cigarette, a slightly decadent air, and a generic face that looked like he would flee like a loach into a sloppy drain the moment he was out of sight. In the ditch, it disappeared.
"Ah..." The man let out a long sigh, and the sound of this sigh seemed to still have an aftertaste and echo in the air, and then his whole body evaporated into the air and disappeared. Strangely, for some reason, the office workers passing by in a hurry around him, the beggars next to him, the performance artists, and the people who sold and sang with old guitars suddenly remembered very clearly that this guy just crouched in the human form On the flyover, sighed deeply and flicked the cigarette ash.
These people don't know why they are forced to remember this scene, as if this scene has been imprinted in their lives.
In fact, people's memory is very wonderful. For example, let everyone recall the things before the age of three. Ninety-nine percent of people will forget it. It seems that most of the memories that obviously exist are covered up. In the fog.
But ninety-nine percent of people can still remember a few clear memory fragments before the age of three. The memory is so detailed and appropriate that even many adults who were present at that time may not be able to catch up.
This is the arrangement of fate.
The reason why these people remember the action clip of that guy flicking soot is because at this moment, he also met fate, passed by, and even lightly bumped fate's shoulder!
The white-gray soot that this person flicked off fell under the gravitational force of the earth in such a very ordinary way, and drifted away with the wind.
He stood on the pedestrian bridge, and below him was the rolling and endless flow of steel cars.
The soot floating downwards naturally drifted away, and was swept by the wind of the speeding car. It was very strange that it was blown into the eyes of the driver of a Chevrolet Cruze.
Immediately and naturally, he felt that his eyes were dry and uncomfortable, and he reached out to wipe them.