"A group of people appeared on Chongbin. The director of the operation team, Yang Sentai, came back from the South Vietnam border and led the team directly. The dog girl was there, chasing someone who was killed, and her companion, a fourth-level psychic, was killed in one meeting."

"Who is that?"

"The news from Dongfang Xu said that it was a warrior organization entrenched in the southern area, the person who killed the dog girl, they are still chasing him, and Yang Sentai has passed..."

The rainstorm was pouring, and it was rustling outside. As Lin Jianyuan's words fell, the villa was quiet for a long time. The fat man stood by the door with his fist clenched. He was wet with the water stains splashed in from outside and didn't even feel it. Zhou Jin changed his previous charm, his red lips were tightly pursed, and his nails were tightly buckled into the sofa.

When she fled, she and Guo Manyuan often slept in the same bed, and the two were the only two women in the team. They mostly talked about each other if they had any whispers. Now they suddenly heard that she was dead, and if it were anyone, their hearts were burning.

Lin Jianyuan's after light swept across everyone, quite satisfied with their expressions at this moment.

Looking at the silence opposite, Xia Yi, who was slightly drooping, had not spoken yet, Xia Yi stared at the ashtray on the table, her lips opened, and a sound squeezed out: "......Next, Yang Sentai should be dying."

Lin Jianyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "He must die!"

When he looked at the opposite side, he stood up, his body was magnificent and burly. He looked at the heavy rain outside the window. After a while, his eyes fell on Xia Yi opposite again.

The sound was low and sounded in this living room.

"Xia Yi, do you know that the psychics are just tools in the commuter bureau, but look at everyone in this room, which one is not a flesh-and-blood person, which one has no soul or thoughts? Even those psychics who are running around in the wind and rain outside are still risking their lives to protect this society composed of ordinary people, they are all like us..."

The rain swayed in the wind and hit the window. Lin Jianyuan clamped his fists into a fist: "——Equity that should be obtained should not be a tool, and ordinary people outside should also know that there are people like us who have always been protecting them, and they should be worshipped by them, not fear!"

....

The heavy rain hit the awning, and Xu Qiuhua and his wife, who were soaked all over, anxiously pulled down the locked roller shutter door of the shop. In the distance, the patrol police rushed over and joined in with the rain.

The woman who revitalized the martial arts hall, who worked hard for this year's competition, stopped the violent blow, wiped the sweat stains on her face with a towel, sat alone at the door, looking at the rain line in a row, occasionally someone passed by her side, she smiled and greeted them. Looking back, there was almost no one in the martial arts hall now.

The old man who once hosted the place took his grandson to the car south and greeted him with his bags of big and small bags. He was looking back at the city that was getting farther and farther away in the rain, which was the place he had been there for many years.

...

"But they fear us! Why?! Xia Yi, have you ever thought about it?"

The sound resounded through the living room, and the energy was faintly emitted from Lin Jianyuan's body, and the shaking window trembled. "Because we are stronger than them, these ordinary people knew in their hearts that once we unite, they would not be our opponents at all, so they were afraid that we would stand on their heads-"

In his passionate words, his eyes were filled with strange red. The "Jiu Master" on the bird stand there felt threatened, his feathers stood up, and his red bird eyes stared at him.

"People infected by redstone, psychopaths, our genes have changed. They are different from them. We are the products of evolution, and they are still self-confidence!"

“We are higher humans—”

“Not the tool they drive—”

In the roar, Lin Jianyuan's eyes looked at Xia Yi completely red, and the space around him was a little distorted.

"The superpower should be a new human being, and should not be driven by ordinary people like a dog and sacrificed for them. The dog girl is the best example. She is our fellow countryman, and like us, has a sign of evolution."

"It shouldn't have died like this!"

...

Outside, heavy rain washed the car windows. Chen Sha was sitting in the car listening to the brothers' roars coming from the communicator. One cigarette after another was smoking. The raindrops splashed on his face through the slightly opened car window, and finally a look of pain appeared.

On the trading building, a plump woman with a narrow skirt was standing there coldly in the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. Occasionally, someone would come over to see a document. When she saw the name of a familiar man on it, a pair of beautiful eyes showed tenderness, rosy lips were curved, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. The expression showed the feeling of "It turns out you are in this city."

The whole person exuded a mature and charming look, and the assistant behind him, looking at her back, stayed there.

On the streets of Xuefu, covered with mud and vegetable leaves, under the flashing tattoo sign, Sun Fan sat behind the bar with his chin, watching the children outside running back to school in groups of three or three to rain.

Listening to the gentle music floating in the store, thinking about the future.

...

"If the road ahead continues like this, the psychics will become slavery from generation to generation. They will forget their ability given by God and forget to be someone who should have been treated equally-"

Lin Jianyuan's voice gradually eased, and he walked towards Xia Yi.

"........ in this world, all equality was initially established in resistance."

He stretched out his hand and handed it to Xia Yi, and his voice fell down with a strong and powerful voice.

"Xia Yi, join us... This is a new era."

...

In the south, heavy rain was pouring, and a sound resounded through the rain.

"Yang Sentai, someone from your group was bribed by the islanders and stole the commuter bureau secrets. As the director, you can't blame him for his job!"

An iron fist passed through the rain curtain and hit the old man's face. His gray hair, blood-red scalp, flesh and bone slag all exploded in an instant, lifted up into the sky, and was pressed down by heavy rain, and as the body fell to the ground.

Dongfang Xu, wearing an iron glove, wiped the blood from his face. The rainwater, and the woman named Cai Zhao handed a hand towel around him. He turned around and said, "Carry up the body and report it to him. It was said that Director Yang found that several psychics around him were bribed by the islanders, stole the secrets in the bureau, fought with him, and died bravely..."

"The above may not believe it." The woman smiled.

The iron fist was clattering, and Dongfang Xu looked at the rain line that was still falling, and laughed, "......I'm not going to be the director anyway, I should go back and give Xia Yi an explanation. Well, there is still Lin Jianyuan left... It's a bit difficult to deal with."

Soon, he met a man in a white suit and short silver hair.

...

Thunder walked through the gloomy rainy day.

After Lin Jianyuan finished speaking in the villa, he became quiet. Xia Yi looked at the hand handed in front of him, without any movement. He stood up silently, turned around, and picked up the suit on the sofa and put it on his body.

Honghuanglu and the other two quickly put up umbrellas to wait outside the door. Zhou Jin, Magneto and others also followed behind and walked outward.

Lin Jianyuan, who had not received a reply, stood at the door and shouted: "What are you doing?!"

Under the umbrella, the leather shoes stopped on the wet floor tiles, and Xia Yi looked slightly: "Go and pick up Guo Manyuan home."

Hearing this answer, Lin Jianyuan smiled and stirred up Xia Yi's hatred for ordinary people or warriors, which was what he needed. However, just as the other party turned his face, Xia Yi's voice paused and then rang in a low voice.

"... Also, I still like to take advantage of your invitation, but I think it may be promising to be an orator. You can consider it. By the way, remember to close the door for me when you leave."

Lin Jianyuan's smile fell on his face.

When he walked out of the villa, Xia Yi and others had already driven away and headed straight to the Golden Eagle Bridge to the south.

Back to the side of the roadside Tinghou's car and sat in the back seat with a full of water vapor. Chen Sha in the passenger seat turned his head and saw that his face was not good, and he felt relieved.

"Not negotiated?"

The answer to him was a muffled sound. Lin Jianyuan slashed the cushion next to him with a palm, looked at the water vapor outside the car window, and said heavily.

"I don't know how to lift up."

Then, he leaned back and closed his eyes: "Go back to the commuter office... to the prisoner's temporary detention center."

"Jianyuan, your negative emotions are a little bit severe, I think it's better to restrain yourself..."

"Don't talk nonsense--"
Chapter completed!