Chapter 208: Thousands of Miles Away for Help

"One, he is only one person."

"Falling from the sky, from the sky."

"Blue fire, can't be extinguished."

"He started killing people! He started killing people!"

Frightened shouts came from the other end of the communicator.

After Rong Biao's communicator was hung up, Lu Chen tried to connect to the communicators of other guards.

After a long time of contact, one finally got through.

From him, Lu Chen learned about the current situation of Shanda Group.

He looked solemn, his mind was surging, and a series of actions of the other party flashed quickly.

Who is he? What is his purpose? Why did he come!

The Anthem Organization, or other bases?

Lu Chen had no clue at all. The only thing he could do now was to wait for the analysis of the super-time and space transmission to be completed.

He opened the panel and the countdown was displayed in front of him.

Analysis of super-time and space transmission 00:10:48

Ten minutes left!

Transmission, one hundred units, Lu Chen quickly calculated in his mind.

Now only thinking can distract him from the massacre over there.

If you want to teleport a psychic, you can teleport 10 people, and a small tank can transport 30 units.

Two tanks plus four third-stage psychics! This is the best ratio.

Wait!

There is also the Angel of Death. The other party's purpose is unclear. What if the Angel of Death is also attacked?

Shanda Group and the Angel of Death need to send people!

After making a decision, Lu Chen left the LCD screen and rushed to the top of the base.

"I see you."

No. 6 said to a team member hiding behind a box.

Then a flaming spear flew out, piercing the tree and the man.

The tragic roar lasted for a few seconds and then ended.

"Ten, nine, eight."

After killing this person, No. 6 began to count down again, while searching for the next target.

The gate was sealed, the only exit was invalid, and the remaining people in the base were completely trapped.

No. 6 was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, constantly searching for the weak lambs in the base.

"Woo-woo--"

A slight sobbing sound caught the attention of No. 6, and he walked towards the sound. The source of the sound was a tent.

He opened the curtain and saw a woman holding a crying child in her arms.

Although she had covered the child's mouth tightly, some sounds still leaked out.

"Two, one, bye."

As soon as No. 6's spear came out, the mother and child were instantly pierced.

"This child should not be counted as one person, so it is still considered as killing one."

No. 6 talked to himself, he enjoyed this hunting game very much.

This kind of hunting is much more fun than killing them all last time.

"Ten, nine, eight"

The voice of the evil ghost sounded again.

He deliberately shouted very loudly just to make the prey feel panic.

The panic of the prey is the best stimulant for hunters.

Rong Biao was hanging on the city wall and could see everything No. 6 did.

His tears had long dried up, and the heat in his body was constantly dissipating.

He was dying.

Now he just wanted to die quickly so that he would no longer feel pain and face this horrible massacre.

"Leader, leader."

"We're here to save you."

Suddenly, a slight shout came from Rong Biao's head.

A small team had lurked behind him at some point.

Several hands reached down from above, some grabbed Rong Biao's body, and some tried to pull out the steel pipe.

"Go, go!"

Rong Biao said hoarsely. If they were discovered by No. 6, they would be finished.

"Leader, bear with it for a while, we'll save you soon."

A strong man was twisting the steel pipe, trying to pull it out of the wall.

Luckily, Rong Biao's body was numb and he couldn't feel the pain of the wound.

"Three."

In astonishment, a whisper like from the abyss sounded in everyone's ears.

Even Rong Biao, who was on the verge of death, had his hair standing on end.

"Two."

The team members behind Rong Biao were like being accumulated, shrouded in great terror.

"One."

"No——————"

Rong Biao shouted like a last breath, he didn't want to see his team members die in front of him again.

Tears had dried up, only blood was gushing out of his eyes.

No, don't kill anymore.

Rong Biao's soul was wailing in pain.

"Buzz————————"

When No. 6 was about to swing his knife, a blue beam of light fell from the sky.

The bright and light blue beam illuminated the entire night sky.

This scene, like an angel descending, attracted everyone's attention.

A few seconds after the beam of light shot down, the huge center rippled slightly.

A white light the size of a vehicle shone in it.

After another hum, the blue beam of light became fainter and fainter, slowly disappearing into the night.

And the white light and shadow of the chariot became concrete.

A chariot with a fiery red color.

Rong Biao, who was hung on the city wall and was in extreme pain just now, opened his mouth slightly.

Red flame!

The leader's red flame!

He opened his mouth slightly, almost unable to believe his eyes.

No. 6, with his hand suspended in the air, looked at the strange scene in front of him with a puzzled look.

What kind of ability is this? He has never seen such a superpower in the organization!

"Bang!"

The door of the Chiyan car was suddenly opened.

A man in a black windbreaker slowly walked out of the car.

"Chief Lu!"

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All the team members, including Rong Biao, exclaimed.

How can it be! How did the leader come back in such a hurry!

Rong Biao, who was on the verge of death, suddenly became excited again.

His brain was running rapidly, and all kinds of speculations and doubts kept pouring out.

But he also held great hope that this was not an illusion.

"Interesting." No. 6 stared at the man in the trench coat and said mockingly.

"Although you are here, the countdown for these people has ended."

After that, he swung the flame spear in his hand casually, and the blue flames were about to fall on the heads of several team members.

They were prepared to die because it was impossible for anyone to save them from this distance.

Um?

After several breaths, the pain did not come.

They opened their eyes and saw Leader Lu under the city wall stretching out a hand with his fingers spread wide.

The man behind them was holding a flaming spear, and his movements became very slow.

“Chi————————”

The next moment, a hint of hot breath came from in front of them.

Everyone turned around and Chen Lu appeared in front of them.

The two hidden swords in his hands were extremely red, releasing heat like lava.

"Shua——————"

There was a flash of fire in the air, and the red-hot hidden sword swung towards the slow No. 6.

Just when the Hidden Blade entered a certain area, Number Six's speed returned to normal.

He raised the spear in his hand and pressed it against Lu Chen's right hand.

Whoa, there was another burst of fire, and another hidden sword slashed at him.

No. 6 had no more weapons to stop him, and the hidden sword slashed into his body.

The blazing flames and the blue flames collided within his body, making a hissing sound.

He shouted angrily, and his body turned into flames again, and blue flames were about to spurt out in all directions.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed, his swords flicked, and then he moved straight towards his legs.

The moment he took off his legs, the red lava covered his legs.

The No. 6 flaming spear was shot, and the door to his chest was wide open. Before it could turn into flames, Lu Chen kicked his chest full of fire.

“Bang————————”

With the explosion sound of the flames touching each other, No. 6 was kicked directly out of the city wall and fell into the endless night.

"Cengceng————"

After No. 6 was kicked away, there was another flash of swords in front of the team members.

Lu Chen had already cut off the steel rod behind Rong Biao and pulled him up.

"Walk!"

After throwing Rong Biao to the team members, Lu Chen let out a light chuckle.

"well!"

The team members recovered from the shock and ran towards the side of the city wall with Rong Biao in their arms.

"Lord Chief"

Rong Biao murmured in a crying voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or tears on his face.

"It's okay now."

Lu Chen said to him.

Then he turned around to face the night, and red lava slowly covered his body.

Mr. Lu Chen, really Mr. Lu Chen.

Rong Biao looked at the man who looked like a blazing sun, and the despair in his heart disappeared instantly.

In his presence, all darkness will be dispelled!