My luck can go against the sky

When the wind blows up, the world changes color leisurely.

Jiangxia City was shrouded in a thick fog in an instant.

The sound of the wind enters the human ears, like the whispering roar of a wild beast, or like an evil ghost coming out of the cage, roaring constantly.

The bright moon in the sky fell into a bloody color again, glowing with a mysterious and evil red light.

Han Zirong, who was thinking that he could finally take a rest, straightened up suddenly, looked up at the sky, his eyes pierced through the clouds and mist, reaching Xie Zixing that was floating leisurely.

Huan Haisheng looked around blankly, as if thinking of something, his heart suddenly chilled.

The expression on his face was dignified and he glanced around, desperately wanting to know what happened and why the fog suddenly appeared.

With a snap.

Immediately afterwards, the sound was continuous, the street lights on the street and the lights in the room went out in the blink of an eye.

At this time, it was dark night, coupled with the heavy fog, now even a little light is gone, and the entire Jiangxia City suddenly fell into a dark chaos.

Huan Haisheng's expression changed, he immediately took out his phone and pressed the button, without any reaction.

A little bit down, I came to the observer who was giving himself a yuan injection to relieve the side effects of the deadly injection, and said eagerly: "Quickly open the internal channel and see if it works."

Observer Xiuran was startled and immediately turned on the pager in a hurry, pressed it down, and said in a row: "Did anyone hear? Does anyone hear?"

Silence, or silence, no sound sounded.

The green light of the pager flashed once and then went out slowly.

"A-level natural disaster!" Huan Haisheng said with a grim expression.

Huan Haisheng glanced at everyone, gritted his teeth and said: "Prepare to inject the second desperate shot!"

"First use three needles to reduce the side effects, and then use the deadly needle!"

As the captain of this squad, Dai Zhiming's face turned dark, and he looked at Huan Haisheng and said, "This is not in compliance!"

"Are you trying to kill us all here!"

"Desperate Needle, that is Desperate Needle!"

"Once the injection can give people a strong boosting power and speed, but do you not know the sequelae?"

"The whole body is exhausted, the muscles are atrophy, and the symptoms are slightly more severe, and the body collapses directly!"

"This is still a side effect of the first injection!"

"Minister Magic, do you take our lives seriously!"

Dai Zhiming was covered in blood, holding a knife, saying crazy.

Huanhai suddenly felt a layer of shoulders and looked around, because of the dark night, because of the fog, there was nothing but darkness.

He said bitterly: "I know, that's why I let you use three needles to return to the yuan."

Han Zirong stood silently, his eyes dimmed, no longer the color he had before, listening to the argument, he tried his best to restore the spirit of the body north.

Dai Zhiming yelled like crazy: "Grass!"

"Three needles and yuan needle, do you think that has no side effects?"

"Even if the side effects are minor, it can directly make up for us. You don't understand, you don't know, you don't understand?"

"Yes, you are not afraid of abilities, you can guide, but we are ordinary people, we can't stand it!"

"Three needles to return to the yuan, two needles are desperate, you know what the final result is!"

"I disagree, we are observers, not combatants!"

Huan Haisheng gave a wry smile, raised his hand, pointed around, and pointed to Jiang Xia in the thick fog: "What about them?"

The throat was hoarse, and said bitterly: "Three needles return to the original, two needles are desperate."

"Twenty-four hours later, he will die."

Dai Zhiming looked at Huan Haisheng with a sneer and said: "Look, you know, you want us to die, you are happy if you die!"

Huan Haisheng slowly raised his head, his heart gradually returned to calm, and the expression on his face gradually eased.

Lowering his head, he calmly said: "Can we not die?"

"It can't be solved, you die, they die, I will die too, 30 million people will die!" Huan Haisheng raised his hand, pointed at the dense fog, and pointed to the entire piece of Jiang Xia.

"From the first day I entered the bureau, I have long considered myself dead."

"Dare not to fall in love, not to marry, not to even go home!"

"In the archives, I'm already dead!"

"Can't we die?"

"Every year in the bureau, people are dead, and they are reported missing every year, you know, Xiao Dai."

"We can't be at ease. We didn't die today. The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, sooner or later we will be in our turn.

"You know, you understand."

Dai Zhiming looked at Huan Haisheng in silence, and silently at the team members following him.

"Yeah, we are already dead."

He turned around and looked at the team of players.

The small one is only eighteen, the big one is himself, thirty-five.

He beckoned, and said, "Boy, come here."

Dai Zhiming turned around and looked at Huan Haisheng beggingly: "Keep one, just keep one, he's only eighteen."

"I'm still a virgin, just came in for a year."

The kid stood up, walked over in silence, and stood behind Dai Zhiming.

"Boss, I'm not afraid."

The kid smiled and scratched his head: "Actually, I'm not a virgin anymore, boss."

He paused, then said again: "Boss, I'm not afraid."

"My whole family died five years ago. I wanted to die a long time ago, boss." He smiled, pretending to be nonchalant.

Dai Zhiming looked at Huan Haisheng pleadingly, with tears in his eyes falling down. After a while, tears were already streaming down his face.

Huan Haisheng felt a pain in his heart, but still calmly said, "No."

"Thirty million, thirty-two, I am very good at math, I can do the math."

Han Zirong watched in silence without saying a word.

A sense of powerlessness was permeating in his heart, he found his body trembling slightly, and pressed his hands hard, Han Zirong suddenly felt a little breathless.

Dai Zhiming took a deep look at Huan Haisheng, wiped his face vigorously, and his expression instantly returned to calm without any blood.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a smiling face vigorously, and said: "Attention all, three stitches return to the yuan, one stitch is deadly."

"Die here."

"Sorry, everyone."

The team members stood up one after another, the clothes on their bodies were already shattered, took out the injection from the waist, and started the injection.

There was a smile on their faces, not knowing whether they were really smiling or what.

Dai Zhiming injected the medicine into his body one by one, cold sweat on his forehead, flushing gradually appeared on his face, and moisture on his head.

The kid smiled and drew the injection from his waist, shaking his hand, stabbing it hard.

A sharp pain instantly emerged from the depths of his body, and the kid wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Dai Zhiming who was looking at him.

"I'm not afraid, boss."

With that said, inject the remaining three needles one by one.

The roar suddenly sounded.

Everyone, including Dai Zhiming, fell to the ground suddenly and roared.

Blue veins emerged one after another, muscles arched, bones rubbing constantly, and even the skin became bloody in an instant.

There was a bang, and then immediately joined together.

Thirty deathbeds were held in his hands, all unsheathed.

The blood spread across the blade, emitting a strange light.

Huan Haisheng drew out the injection in his waist and threw it to Han Zirong: "The rejuvenating needle, for the last moment, no more."

After speaking, he pulled out the red from his waist and plunged into his body.

"Uh!"

There was a roar.

Huan Haisheng's originally barren body arched instantly, and his light blue hair instantly turned dark blue.

Panting heavily, Huan Haisheng waved his hand, and the ice skate in his hand quickly formed in his skill.

The blade moved forward and stepped into the thick fog.

Not far away, military units, one after another, quickly stood up, put down the gun, lifted the knife, and swallowed the pill that had just been dispensed.