Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 373 The Spirit of Words Falling from the Sky

"Who are you?"

The blond hottie looked up and choked in her onion-scented English.

"I was passing by here and heard your cries and wanted to see if anyone needed help."

Said the man in a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a financial elite.

Even in a place like Detroit, there is still high society.

And his smile is the same as those of the upper class, standard to hypocritical, but surprisingly reassuring.

At least they'll pry your money away with contracts and leverage instead of just handing you a crowbar from behind.

"Get away from me, you idiot, I don't need your help."

Fifth Moon cursed, waving his arms.

"Would you like one then?"

The man smiled and took out an unopened pack of Marlboro from his pocket.

"How do you know I smoke?"

she asked warily.

"Your fingers."

The man pointed to her hand, where the nail polish had come off, revealing yellowed nails.

"Hmph, bloody smart bastard."

Wuyue took a sip on the ground and snatched the cigarette away.

"Lighter, idiot."

She held out her hand again.

"Can I have the honor to light a cigarette for you?"

The man took out a shiny lighter.

"Hmph, put on a show. Tell me, are you going to fuck me or am I going to fuck you?"

Fifth Moon said contemptuously, her eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Neither miss. I just"

"You want to kill and dismember, don't you?"

Shandong blonde hot girl interrupted him.

"what?!"

The man's expression changed, he turned around and ran away.

"Don't run away, let's talk about another five yuan. Otherwise, I will suffer from this for nothing."

Fifth month said with a smile.

In order to pretend to be a little more like, she specially found Yuan Zhinv, and asked him to train her with the Word Spirit Nightmare.

Of course it was impossible for the man to stop, but his physical fitness was obviously not as good as Wu Yue's, so he was quickly caught up.

"Come on, run for another year, maybe you will get rid of me?"

She followed closely behind and mocked.

A flash of anger flashed in the man's eyes, and then he stopped suddenly.

With a flash of cold light, a strangely shaped knife appeared in his hand.

The length of the knife is about 30 centimeters, the blade gradually narrows from the handle to the tip, and the blade is curved.

It's a boning knife for the kitchen, but it's also great for killing people.

Clang!
Wu Yue raised his arm to block the knife, and under the cut sleeve, the green color of the carapace was exposed.

"Is this what you use to kill? What do you think you are? A butcher, a cook, or a higher creature?"

She sneered and punched the man in the ribs.

"No, you're just a beast."

Seeing the man kneeling in pain, Wu Yue grabbed his hair and slapped it against the wall.

The human skin mask was deformed by the sudden impact, and it looked like a snake spirit that had failed plastic surgery.

"I think your expression is not right, and there is a lot of work."

She spat into the ground.

"Do you know this person?"

Wuyue took out the photos taken by Polaroid and forced the man to identify them.

"I have no idea."

He tried to deny it, but the erratic eyes had already betrayed him.

Apparently, he wasn't ready to be caught yet.

"How about pretending to be Nima for my old lady?"

She raised her hand and punched again.

Although Wuyue doesn't have Lu Mingfei's ability to penetrate people's hearts, he still has this insight.

This guy has exactly the same size and temperament as in the photo, unless he has a twin brother.

But even if there is, it is gang crime.

When she was in the coffee shop, she felt the sticky and cold gaze, and it wasn't a pervert who couldn't pretend at all.

Both sides were hit by the kidney toner, and the man passed out directly.

Seeing the guy slumped into a puddle of mud, Wuyue curled his lips in disdain.

At this level, dare to be a serial murderer?

However, she was also sure that this guy was indeed a mixed race, otherwise he would have died after the two punches just now.

"Government, I am snake bait, and the poisonous snake caught it."

Said Fifth Moon to the Hidden Communicator.

"Anyone hurt?"

Ye Sheng asked.

"The snake is wounded, but far from dead."

she replied.

"Oh, that's fine. Then you and the snake catcher will bring the snake back to the government."

Ye Sheng said.

The government is the headquarters. In a big city like Detroit, the executive department will naturally have a station.

"understood."

Too lazy to complain about the bad taste of this ace commissioner, Wu Yue picked up the man and prepared to go out.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind blowing behind her.

"And the enemy!"

Wu Yue immediately rolled like a lazy donkey, and an invisible force hit her on the back, pushing her to roll more than ten times.

Although she looked very embarrassed, thanks to the release of force, the shock wave that could have shattered her spine only made her internal organs ache.

"The reaction is quite fast. But, you can't escape."

A man with weird oil paint on his face stepped out of the shadows, and made a shooting motion towards Wu Yue.

The wind element was once again bound by Yanling, turned into an air cannonball, and blasted towards Wuyue.

And, this time it's three.

Back and forth, she had nowhere to hide.

Like the other students, Wu Yue wore a low-profile plastic-steel carapace and did not wear an electronic muscle suit.

Although it can also absorb some kinetic energy, it is far from enough for an air cannon that is as powerful as a rocket launcher.

If she was to be hit by three shots, even with her A-level mixed-race physique, she would still be hurt.

"Is it my crow's mouth, or the leader's life is too hard?"

Fifth month thought silently.

If I had known that she would not wear fake and inferior products for the sake of fairness, once the star steel carapace is worn, this shock wave is nothing.

Too bad I can't change it now.

Just when Wu Yue was about to shrink into a ball and reduce the force surface, a slender figure descended from the sky.

Himmler lit up his golden pupils and chanted the Dragon Mantra loudly.

The invisible barrier rapidly expanded, enveloping them.

Three air cannons hit the wall of the high-speed airflow, blasting three large holes.

But the shock wave was also absorbed by the clean land, only a few wisps of breeze blowing Fifth Moon's blond hair.

"Thank you."

She patted Himmler on the shoulder, and then looked at the new enemy that appeared on the opposite side, feeling unhappy and envious.

She can beat the farts of the opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, but in Bi Yanling, she can only be beaten by the opponent.

Alas, I don't know when I will wake up.

"Rush over and kill them."

May commanded.

Word Spirit · Dustless Land Defense Word Spirit, which is also a wind element, has outstanding effects. As long as you get close, it will be her home field.

Himmler didn't mean to compete for the command, he nodded and moved forward with Wuyue.

The painter on the opposite side frowned, raised his hand and fired two more air cannons, all of which were blocked by Himmler.

He also murmured in his heart that it was unlucky, among so many speech spirits in the world, he met the one who restrained him the most.

The Oil Painter originally wanted to kill the minions of these two secret parties, but now it seems that he can only save people first.

He raised his hands, and two grenades flew in front of them.

(End of this chapter)