Sister and little Fenli only felt the world turning upside down in an instant, and when they regained their senses, they had already stood behind this tall man.
Wolf Face...
Wolf Face mask?
And the first thing they noticed was that furry Wolf Face mask, they blankly stared at the man in front of them, feeling his figure was towering and imposing like the heavens and earth.
Wolf Face did not hesitate. He reached near his shoulder, grabbed the barrel of the sniper rifle, and pulled it. Consequently, the sniper rifle flipped over his shoulder, landing steadily in his hands, the muzzle pointing at the Hunter who had no ti to dodge.
"Don’t!" But suddenly, little Fenli scread, "Don’t shoot, our ho will be destroyed!"
He vaguely rembered his father, who was a soldier, telling him that the gun this man carried had great power, and if he really shot...
Would his ho be blown away?
At that mont, the sister quickly covered her brother’s mouth and hurriedly bowed to apologize to Wolf Face, fearing her brother’s words might displease him, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my brother..."
But before she could finish, she felt a cool breeze blowing in. She straightened up and lifted her head, looking in the direction the night breeze was coming from.
There was nobody there anymore, only an open window, and the curtains fluttering in the wind.
On that windowsill, a bullet was pressing down a piece of paper money, as if only these two items could prove that terrorists had just broken into this place, and a naless Wolf Face man had saved them.
As for that paper money...
The sister blinked, and she quickly understood the aning of Wolf Face.
It was the compensation for their broken window glass.
She looked at her little brother Fenli. Fenli was staring at the dark night sky with eyes shining, as if he could see a knight’s silhouette in that darkness.
"What are you looking at?" the sister hesitated but eventually asked.
"I want to be like him when I grow up, challenging those evil criminals in the darkness," declared Fenli, unthinkingly, with a sowhat childish proclamation.
"Don’t you want to watch the stars anymore?" The sister found it sowhat amusing. Not long ago, he had been pestering her to watch the stars, but Mom was too busy at night, with no ti and no car to take him to the suburbs to watch the stars.
Fenli was still gazing into the darkness, muttering, "Maybe I can also beco a star."
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In the war-torn region of E3, in a bungalow on the edge of E3, Jiang Shu was looking at Red Clo on the screen and asked calmly, "What do you want?"
This guy had been silent for so long, and here he was, waiting for him in such a place.
"What to do? Whatever Tang can do, I can do too," continued Red Clo with confidence on his face, "So whatever you want to do is fine, I will absolutely follow your arrangents."
"Tang can do it, and you can do it too?" Jiang Shu suddenly beca puzzled, "Have you also mastered Resurrection?"
"You don’t think I died so many tis just because I wanted to die, do you?" Red Clo shrugged, "Although I really am bored, being torn apart by that guy really annoys ."
Jiang Shu did not reply directly to Red Clo, instead, he studied the Paperman with a strange look and muttered to himself.
Do you really get annoyed?
Why do I feel like you enjoy being torn apart by Tang every ti?
Honestly, I think your surna is really strange.
But he did not speak, just listening to Red Clo continue.
Red Clo licked his lips, "Tang’s Resurrection secret lies in a special Wisdom Spirit, and after my disdainful efforts, I successfully hooked up with that spirit."
"Hmm?" Jiang Shu looked at Red Clo’s paper face, but he could not tell if he was lying.
The guy was already proficient in managing micro-expressions, and now as a Paperman, it was even harder to tell.
"That’s right," Red Clo continued, "Give a chance, give Fifth District peace."
"Okay," Jiang Shu agreed without hesitation, "I’ll give you this chance, follow Xiao Yi to find after ’Resurrection’, and don’t think about ddling."
"Okay, Magician Sir," Red Clo was satisfied and smiled gratefully, bowing elegantly to say goodbye.
Jiang Shu hung up the phone, his gaze returning to the main combat area of the city.
It’s fortunate that Xiao Yi had gone back. He could resurrect Red Clo in the shortest ti and also have Xiao Yi bring Red Clo over.
The corpse of the original Red Clo had also been kept in the cold storage of his own base, ready for direct use.
He had kept the body, waiting for a day when Red Clo could be useful, and Jiang Shu had not expected that day to co so soon.
It could only be said that plans cannot keep up with the changes.
At the sa ti, he also entrusted Liu Tingruo to keep an eye on Tang and Aishania, to prevent them from succeeding in their suicide.
In case they coordinated with Red Clo to send Tang’s Reincarnation into the outside world...
That would be even more troubleso.
Although Red Clo always rambled on and seed to be on his side, the true thoughts of Red Clo...
At least Jiang Shu was not sure he could fully interpret them.
He only had to be more careful.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shu also set off toward the distance.
Although the powerful abilities were given to the Tablet Spirits A, B, C, and Ding, he was not without combat ability, the combination of "Paper Card Technique" and "Shadow Cutting" was also sufficient to deal with most situations.
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