"Maybe...it will be Firework, right?" Blank Crane thought for a while, and then added: "It's that kind of super beautiful huge Firework, the whole undead world can be seen during the day." The faces of those gathered together paled instantly. A huge amounts of fireball suddenly hit the murderous stone wall above Doratom, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, instantly causing countless Death Gods to look up. next. The fireball squeezed into the protective wall slowly and bit by bit, and finally, after completely breaking through the defense, it turned into several flames and spread out, shooting towards Dolin's yard in all directions. "Sound the alarm, desperadoes invade the yard, all Death God follow the streamer to catch the desperadoes!" Inside the five teams. Looking at the streamer passing by outside the house, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile. After a violent blow, the spiritual shield was covered with cracks.
Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, a large number of external spiritual power seeds sprayed into the "shell" along the cracks, making the pressure inside much higher than the outside, and creating extremely fast and strong air turbulence. In the end, this shell of spiritual pressure collapsed under the strong internal and external pressure. Under the impact of the violent turbulent vortex 15, the crowd was forcibly divided into five groups This is well known. Among the thirteen troops of the National Defense Army, there is only the eleventh Death God troop. The captains of all generations are Kenpachi, who advocates military morality and combat effectiveness, and believes that death in battle is an honor. Such a group of combat madmen are almost on the front line of every battle, and their death rate is the highest in the entire Tsinghua University! Their combat effectiveness is the strongest. That's why other teams' magic sticks are often afraid of the Eleven. "Ah Choo!" Constantine sneezed suddenly. "Keep your voice down, what if they find out!" In the damp room, with no light, Barton looked at the man faintly: "Those Death Gods are not used up." Constantine, who was crowded in the corner, tugged at his coat, rubbed his sore nose, and muttered in a small voice: "I didn't do it on purpose, besides, how can you control it? "Anyway, stop making trouble!" Barton sat in another corner of the room, looking at the small display screen on his arm, "We will move to the next shelter when these Death Gods go a little farther away." The display in his hand is connected to dozens of small mosquito-like creatures, watching the street outside. These mosquitoes are extremely concealed, without spiritual pressure fluctuations, they can bypass Death God's spiritual sense, allowing them to predict Death God's search route and choose the best hiding place. Relying on these mosquito monitors, they avoided the first wave of searches. And now they have to find a way to go deeper and investigate where Tony is being held. "I think someone was talking about me just now..." Constantine stroked her messy blond hair, looking a little frustrated. "It's not a good sign, probably among the few people who still talk about me now, few of them want me alive, do they?"
Barton's eyelids drooped, "How many people have you hurt?" "let me think Constantine thought for half a second, then grinned. "It's long overdue." "Can we two be separated?" "Eh? Why?" "I'm afraid you'll get me killed." "Because of my attitude towards your friend, you treat me like this?" ’ It always seems like the word friend doesn’t sound right out of your mouth. "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings." A heavy man raised his hand and caught a thrown photo. In the photo is a man with messy blonde hair. The face of a middle-aged man is ragged, and his eyes are cloudy, without light, not even a glimmer of hope, as if hiding infinite grief and darkness. To some extent, this is the expression of a strong man, he is a strong man. Whether he was the strongest man or not, that was what the burly man had in mind when he saw this provocative image. Even the messy, uncombed blond hair betrayed the uninhibited look of a strong man. There was infinite sadness in this look, and it was more like a kind of battlefield that only experienced corpses and blood. A strong look that only those who have stepped out of the world can have! Frank didn't know that the other party had done such a brainstorming with just one photo. "Exactly the kind of look I need, exactly the kind of opponent I need!" The burly man snapped his fingers, threw the photo to Lori, who was sitting on the high wall, and pulled out a serrated saber tucked in the back of his belt. "But before we go to this person, it would be nice to kill you by the way. "etc!" Frank's eyes twitched, he didn't think he could beat the captain, so he waved his hand, and he figured out a way. "I know Su Ming-Carl, he made me pretend to be a member of Team 11, I don't know if you know him?" "Who knows?..." The tough guy raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something, and the smile on his face became even more ferocious, "It doesn't matter who it is, after running for so long, if 950 finally meets one, let's kill each other." "Cannibalism...". Frank's pupils shrank slightly, and subconsciously took half a step back. This unknown captain seemed to be even crazier than he had imagined. He would fight and kill people in a short period of time, making all the rhetoric and lies he had prepared basically useless. "Hey, brigade commander, tell me, what's your name?" The man's only eye looked straight at him, and the scar that had run across his face since then twisted into a hideous, frightening grin. Frank looked at this man who was as tall as a mountain in his eyes, was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Frank-Kassel, nicknamed the Punisher. "Didn't you just say...that you are a member of the eleventh team?"
The burly man took a step forward slowly, and the jagged blade drew sparks on the ground, making a sinister clanging sound. "Then I will teach you the rule of the eleventh team, that is, when you decide to kill an enemy, you must say your name before killing him, so that when he goes to hell, he doesn't even know he was killed Who killed it. This is... Frank swallowed as a horrible thought popped into his head.