Chapter 767 Swifts in the Night Sky

Hearing the whistling wind outside the container, the man covered with strange metal looked around and said to himself:

"Is this emergency transportation? This journey is really unpleasant."

Pulled out the special round sky news from his bosom, and then pressed the button on it, and a rustle sounded after a while.

"Well, are you here?" came a hoarse and cold voice.

"You shark is really dark enough. If I hadn't forcibly entered hibernation mode, I really wouldn't be able to survive this unpleasant journey. I asked you to arrange a flight instead of sending it over like garbage."

Looking at the pile of fixed boxes around him, his room for movement is pitifully small.

"If it's not like this, how can you escape the scan of the planet's defense line? I hope you won't be as reckless as a damned fat man this time. If you fail again, you won't have to come back." A sinister voice came from Tianxun's end.

"I don't need you to teach me. If you are worried, then do it yourself and send me the docking information."

With a snort, the red light in his eyes swept across his palm, and he directly pressed Tianxun.

This damn shark, sooner or later, I will trample him into a meat paste.

The fists were clenched tightly, and the leather gloves creaked as they were pressed tightly.

The Night Fang Group, a sixth-level unnatural mutant.

The mechanical transformation man - Testrom!

So far, there have been 379 mission attendances without failure.

He does things like Storm, when does he need someone to teach him?

The sound of Didi came, and Turstorm took out a monocular and buckled it on his right eye, and a small light curtain was projected, in which audio, video, images, and text materials continuously flashed.

After five minutes, he said to himself: "How dare you come out after taking the blood tooth order? Heh..."

The abnormal red light in the eyeball looked extremely permeating.

He doesn't have Morris's weird ability to survive, but he has explosive power that Morris can't match.

Moreover, that narrow-minded fat man Morris didn't have the courage to carry out large-scale attacks at all.

From this point of view, his best time to attack should be at night.

After pondering for a while, Terstorm got up and stood up, already having a plan in mind.

The freight train roared past on the high-speed track, and no one knew that there was an extremely indifferent and cruel mechanical transformation hidden in it.

In an island city about 2,700 kilometers away from Zhongjing City, a burly man with a height of about 190 is lying on a sun lounger by the sea with a straw in his mouth. Those busty blondes.

The brown skin reflected the deep texture like mud, only covered by a pair of swimming trunks, unreservedly revealing the strong inverted triangle muscles.

Seeing the seductive bikini girls casting provocative light on him from time to time, the man chuckled.

Fingers caressing the metal round plate on the chest, if you look carefully, it is the unique communicator of the Ye Ya Group.

"Although I'm not interested in the seat vacated by Sayalu, if you die too, I really don't mind competing for it. Didn't you think that I'm also in Landu Star... Hehehe, hahahaha."

He caught sight of the plump figure of a bikini girl, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and the brown-skinned man laughed and got up and walked over.

The Night Fang Group, a sixth-level natural mutant.

White Shark - Byronus!

...

Mu Fan is shopping around the seventh comprehensive equipment store with relish.

In the tactical backpack behind him, some equipment that can be used has been installed.

For example, the 60-manganese steel knife, ropes, magnesium strips, and some special tactical tools, but what Mu Fan is most interested in is the compressed biscuits of various flavors.

Finally, under the disbelieving eyes of the shopping guide, Mu Fan bought a full 20 kilograms of compressed biscuits!

Beef, curry, onion...

Although the pattern on the packaging is very attractive, only those who have eaten it know what the hell it tastes like.

Is this person sick?

But in the end, Mu Fan's quickness at checkout still made the shopping guide very happy, because these things add up to a high price.

Mu Fan walked out of the store with a smile on his back carrying the huge package, and then went on to the next store.

Unknowingly, the sky darkened, and Mu Fan, who was carrying a huge package on his back, also walked to the Electronic Plaza in E9 District, squeezed out from the bustling crowd, looked at the colorful lights around him, and Mu Fan rubbed his stomach.

It's time to go back.

There is one more day, the day when I will re-assess myself.

The elusive Flying Dragon, the mysterious and powerful S team, the final assessment for himself.

Mu Fan's figure was inconspicuous in the crowd. He walked out along the east exit of E9 Square, and there were some vague figures not far away.

Mu Fan glanced there casually, and stopped paying attention.

From morning to night, the number of people staring at him has decreased a lot, but there are still some dedicated people who have not left.

But Mu Fan didn't care, and now he didn't need to act in secret.

Mu Fan's figure disappeared at the east exit of the square, followed by a group of informants hurriedly behind him, some of them were dedicated media professionals.

But no one knew that at the same time, at the west entrance of Electronics Plaza in District E9, a man wearing a jacket came over. He wore an ordinary baseball cap and a windproof mask inside the collar, which was pulled up to cover his mouth and nose. , the lowered head could not see the eyes clearly.

Only when the passing crowd bumped into him by accident did they feel how hard this man's body was, and it was painful to hit him.

When he wanted to scold, he saw the man's strong back and dared not speak again.

The man was unimpressed, he just walked forward with his head bowed, a monocular under the brim of his baseball cap.

Video flashed continuously on the tiny light curtain projected by the eyepiece.

The route he took was very strange, always walking close to the wall or corners, and his figure was basically left in the corners of this electronic plaza.

Those steel trash cans were especially taken care of. Whenever he passed a trash can, his left hand in his pocket would shake inadvertently.

It seems to be throwing some garbage.

This movement was extremely subtle, and in such a chaotic crowd, it was so inconspicuous that no one noticed it at all.

He was hanging 200 meters behind Mu Fan, no different from ordinary people.

Even after Mu Fan left, he didn't act too hastily, there were birds passing by in the night sky...

Leaving the lively square, Mu Fan's pace became more and more brisk.

It's about a forty-minute drive from the academy, but with his foot strength, it's only less than two hours.

Mu Fan was in a rare good mood when he received the news from Nuo Nuo today.

But when he passed a corner of a street, Mu Fan stopped suddenly, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

"Mu Fan, you found a hidden signal source above your head!" Hei's voice suddenly sounded.

There is a tiny black spot at a height of 100 meters, which looks like a bird, but with Mu Fan's terrifying night vision, he can clearly see that it is not a normal bird at all!

It was about the size of a palm, but its wings didn't waver at all, and a faint dark green luster emanated from under the shadow.

What kind of bird is this!

It is completely a bionic drone that has been reduced several times in size.

Mu Fan instinctively sensed something was wrong.

"Just appeared?"

"Just appeared!"