Leo Xiao's Crimson Destiny Chapter 9

Tristan Xuan's first reaction was: "Fat girl, go out and notify the field staff downstairs."

Sophie Ping answered simply: "Director Xiao has informed me, don't worry."

Tristan Xuan: ...

There are less than fifteen minutes left. If Ethan Xiao and his useless field staff fail to catch the spell caster, this is the front line to face the big devil, which is equivalent to guarding a bomb.

The focus of Tristan Xuan's words was "get out". In order to prevent bloody conversations such as "You hurry up and leave" and "No, I can't leave you", he specially arranged a task for her as an excuse to let her escape. Have a better conscience now.

If only she were smarter, she would have known that she should get off the slope and run away quickly.

But the fat girl was not enlightened at all, and comforted him by saying, "Sister Bi has been working for almost 30 years, and she is still a field worker of the Security Department and has been relegated to the second line. She has rich experience, and she will be fine! Hold on, we can win. "

Steady your head! The contemporary youth have ruined the game!

"I'm asking you to get out," Tristan Xuan didn't bother to beat around the bush, "If you're useless, don't get in my way!"

"Xuan..."

"Shut up and get out!"

The thick white fog outside the window poured into the broken window, and the broken glass rustled and made a "puffing" sound, probably covering up the sound of Sophie Ping's footsteps when she left.

The fat girl outside was indeed silent.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, and Sebastian Sheng suddenly asked: "Are you from Qingping Division?"

"Qingpingsi disappeared more than 700 years ago." Tristan Xuan was moved in her heart and asked, "Do you know Qingpingsi?"

Sebastian Sheng uttered "Ah", and his expression suddenly became a little dazed. His eyes spread out from the misty fog, as if he was reminiscing about the vague past: "It's been a thousand years... I have some vague impression. You have been raised by someone since you were a child, otherwise why would such an innate spiritual creature work for mortals?"

"What is nature and nurture? It has long since declined," Tristan Xuan replied vaguely, seeming to acquiesce in the statement of "being raised by others", and then asked, "You... said 'mortal' for a while, After a while, he said 'you monsters', so you are..."

When he said this, his voice stopped for a moment, and he took a few breaths of exhaustion before he managed to continue his words: "What are you? A god?"

"How can there be gods in the world? Gods are nothing more than people's sustenance." Sebastian Sheng paused, and after a while, he said softly, "Me? I'm probably a human delusion... Oh, it's been too long No, I don’t remember."

Tristan Xuan had no energy left, and his voice was very low, like gibbering. Sebastian Sheng's speech was originally tepid, but when the two of them chatted at the last moment before the "Midnight Meeting", they seemed particularly calm.

In comparison, Ethan Xiao's side was much more thrilling.

The few "hikers" who illegally broke into the Chiyuan Grand Canyon during the live broadcast were now on their way to a resettlement site. Clara Bi and Xiao Li from the local branch were responsible for taking care of them.

The driver drove very steadily. Xiao Li was drowsy in the passenger seat and had not opened his eyes when he received the call.

The wounded were all asleep in the trunk. Sister Clara Bi was knitting quietly next to them. Xiao Li rubbed his face vigorously and glanced at the caller ID with sleepy eyes: "Hello, Captain Zhang, I'm going to send them to the resettlement site soon..."

The colleague on the phone interrupted him: "Xiao Li, just listen to me quietly."

Xiao Li just listened to a few words, and his whole body was excited. At this time, a pair of cars passed by them, and the car lights swept over. The young field intern held the phone and glanced stiffly at the rear view. mirror.

He met a pair of eyes in the pale car lights---The mustachioed leader in the rear compartment woke up at some point, and a pair of black and white eyes were looking towards him, while Clara Bi next to him was still there. Counting the knitted buttons on the wool with awareness.

Xiao Li broke into a cold sweat.

The colleague on the phone lowered his voice: "Drive forward and don't show any clues. I have already notified you of the resettlement point. Our people are ambushing at the door. Don't panic. Don't alert the enemy."

Xiao Li bit the tip of his tongue hard and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened: "Ah... okay, I understand Captain Zhang."

But his voice was so tight that it broke at the end.

Oops.

At this time, Clara Bi raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Did Xiao Li catch a cold?"

Xiao Li had just started working. On his first mission, he was forced to share a car with a vicious suspect. His calves had already begun to twist and he showed Clara Bi a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Ouch, what are you talking about? I told you to close the window as soon as you got in the car, but you didn't listen! You blew it, didn't you? If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a loss without getting any money!" Clara Bi scolded him, "It will be delivered in a moment These people, please go back and rest quickly - how far is it? "

Xiao Li was stunned and secretly looked at Clara Bi. He saw her quietly raising her eyelids and exchanging glances with him.

She saw something was wrong!

"Ah, right away!" Xiao Li cleared his throat and told Captain Zhang on the phone at the same time, "There is another intersection, I can already see the building."

There was no clue on Clara Bi's face. While gathering up the wool, he pushed the "travel friends" to wake up: "Wake up, we're almost there."

As she spoke, she took out a box of wet wipes from her pocket like a worried old mother and distributed them to the people: "Wipe your face, wake up, and don't catch a cold."

At 10:52, the car slowly drove through the intersection and drove into the resettlement site. Xiao Li looked at the few plainclothes field workers guarding the door with longing eyes. The sweat on his palms made him almost unable to hold his cell phone.

"Get off the car and slow down." Clara Bi stood up first, grabbed the female anchor who had broken her leg, and pushed her out with the most inconvenience. "Let the more seriously injured go first. Xiao Li, give me a hand and help." "

Xiao Li's muscles all over his body were stretched to the extreme, he clenched his teeth tightly, took the female anchor, and pulled her out as if he was snatching her away.

"Hey," the female anchor with a broken leg staggered as he dragged her, "be gentle! What are you doing!"

"Be gentle," Clara Bi said to Xiao Li with a meaningful look from behind his flower mirror, "Don't panic."

Then, she hurriedly helped several other people out of the car, blocking the mustache intentionally or unintentionally.

From the corner of his eye, Xiao Li saw plainclothes people at the reception site beginning to approach.

Clara Bi pushed the last person out of the car, and then he seemed to have just discovered the mustache: "Hey, why is there still one person? Come on down."

As she spoke, she tried to jump out of the car, as if to make room for the man with a mustache.

The field staff have already moved---

In the flash of lightning, the mustache suddenly felt something, and his face showed a fierce look. The moment Clara Bi jumped down, he grabbed the back of her neck, lifted the thin middle-aged woman up alive, and dragged her into the car. , clasping her neck tightly.

"do not come!"

"Don't move!"

Clara Bi's flower glasses were knocked away and he was forced to put his feet up and raise his head. The mustache looked ferocious, and large sacrificial inscriptions began to appear on his naked neck and face. He lifted Clara Bi up and blocked the vital parts of his head and neck, leaving only one crazy eye exposed.

At 10:56, the two sides reached a stalemate.

"I'll strangle her... strangle her! You try... try it!" Mustache dragged Clara Bi and began to shrink into the car. Clara Bi opened his mouth with difficulty. If she wanted to say anything, the mustache suddenly broke her neck and blocked her trachea. Clara Bi's face suddenly turned red, his feet off the ground struggled violently, and the mustache said grimly, "I know what your special power is, shut up."

"Where's the sniper?"

"No, I can't find the angle. The hostage is blocking him!"

Xiao Li asked anxiously: "Isn't there a 'mithril bullet' that can automatically dodge ordinary people?"

"That lesbian in the logistics department is no ordinary person. Mithril bullets can't tell the difference between them!"

Ten fifty-six minutes and fifty-nine seconds... fifty-seven.

Every second the second hand moves forward, it feels like it's urging someone to die.

Fifty-seven minutes and ten seconds, fifty-seven minutes and twenty seconds---

"Director Xiao, the person in charge of the site would like to ask you if..."

"What?"

"Whether...uh...whether..."

Do you decide to sacrifice an ordinary employee who has taken a back seat to interrupt this sad and gloomy sacrifice?

At this time, the headquarters building of the Abnormal Control Bureau was brightly lit. In the headquarters conference room, all eyes were on the chief dispatcher Ethan Xiao, and the heads of local branches were waiting for his orders.

They all want him to take care of the overall situation, but they also end up being miserable.

Ten fifty-eight minutes and fifty seconds---

"Director Xiao, there's one minute left!"

Ethan Xiao finally had no way to avoid it: "You guys..."

At this moment, Clara Bi suddenly hooked two fingers with his struggling hands and made a cryptic gesture to the off-field staff.

"Wait! Sister Bi signaled that the target has been hit."

At fifty-nine minutes and twenty seconds, the female anchor who was hiding behind the field staff in fear suddenly shook twice, and then fell to the ground. Soon, several other "alice friends" also fell down one after another like her. People are unconscious.

Xiao Li's eyes widened---the pack of wet wipes handed to them by Clara Bi!

Thirty seconds later, Mustache also staggered obviously. At this moment, Clara Bi, who seemed to have no ability to fight back, suddenly curled up and bumped back hard.

Mustache groaned in pain, grabbed Clara Bi's hair, and the two began to struggle in the small space.

Forty-five seconds later, Clara Bi shouted hoarsely: "You have no strength!"

Following her words, Mustache's hand subconsciously loosened, and then he roared, his facial features distorted beyond human beings, and he strangled Clara Bi's throat as if struggling for his life.

Ten, nine, eight...

That's too late!

At this moment, the truck suddenly started to move, and a field worker who didn't know when he came around the front of the truck suddenly grabbed a wheel, his hands turned into a pair of bear paws, and he let out an "ouch" and was hit hard several times. The car was pulled by his hand and shook violently.

Mustache, who was already at the end of his strength, suddenly lost his balance.

Five, four...

At the last moment, the man with a mustache held onto the car door and struggled desperately.

He used his last strength to lift Clara Bi up!

two...

At this moment, a knitting needle flew up from nowhere and stabbed into the pulse point of the little mustache, causing him to scream in pain.

one!

Clara Bi fell to the ground and rolled away, coughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. There was a shining silver bullet between his mustache and his eyebrows.

Time has come!

The silver bullet exploded, and Mustache's entire body was engulfed in scorching silver light.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Until a voice broke the dead silence at the headquarters of the Alien Control Bureau.

"Director Xiao, the child is alive and his vital signs are stable. He is ready to be sent to the cryogenic room for surgery."

Ethan Xiao's whole body shook.

Caught up!

At the scene, Xiao Li knelt on the ground with a "pop" --- His special ability has always been very useless. He can only move some very small objects through the air. Although he is a field worker, he can only make do with some assistance in the local area. Work.

This was the first time in his life that he had successfully attacked someone, and he was completely powerless.

Clara Bi had not yet recovered from his breath. He lay on the ground speechless and gave him a thumbs-up gesture from a distance.

At the same time, in Chiyuan Hospital, Tristan Xuan, who had no concept of time, felt his chains move slightly.

Have you reached the midnight meeting? What's the situation now?

At this time, he heard a voice suddenly coming from outside the door: "Director Xuan! We successfully killed the curse caster!"

Tristan Xuan stumbled: "Why haven't you left yet? Didn't you say to stop getting in the way?"

Sophie Ping said blankly: "But you are here, where do you want me to go, Director Xuan? Even Lao Luo is waiting downstairs..."

Tristan Xuan: "You..."

In the blink of an eye, a thought suddenly flashed across his mind, something was wrong.

But he couldn't catch it--because the next moment, he heard a chuckle.

Tristan Xuan's brain didn't have time to react and he instinctively retreated to the corner.

In the white mist and chains, the blood-stained white robe of the demon Sebastian Sheng was instantly covered with sacrificial inscriptions. The dense sacrificial inscriptions made him look like he was wearing a mysterious robe.

The iron ropes tied to his body trembled uncontrollably.

Sophie Ping happened to struggle and poked her head in. When she saw this scene, she knelt down in fright: "Wait! Why is he still here! The sacrifice... didn't the sacrifice fail?!"

Sebastian Sheng laughed softly, and then the chains that trapped him suddenly broke apart. In an instant, powerful energy exploded from his body, and the tiny icicles condensed in the mist turned into knives, slamming fiercely in all directions.

The glass in the hospital building was shattered, and a huge black vortex rose from the sky, sweeping away all the looming stars. Thick clouds covered the top, and there was lightning and thunder.

As far as the eye could see, all the street lamps were like candles blown by the strong wind, and large areas fell into silence. The dormant birds in the Grand Canyon couldn't bear it anymore and fled madly into the air in groups. There were thin traces of blood on the corners of Tristan Xuan's mouth, and on his back. Pressed against the corner, he could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground.

However, the expected thousand arrows piercing the heart did not come.

A hand hooked his back, and he was trapped in a wide black sleeve. The arrows made of ice passed by him, leaving behind a terrifying murderous intent.

Then, a strange fragrance awakened his sense of smell, which was about to crack. It was completely out of touch with this situation. The smell actually smelled clean, warm and luxurious.

It is reminiscent of a palace as warm as spring on a snowy night.

"I really..." Sebastian Sheng flicked his sleeves, shook off the ice on his hand, and gently protected this little demon who was probably not yet an adult. He sighed and said, "Look at you guys." "