Of course, Lin Xiang is not unfamiliar with this person.

As early as when he first arrived in the new capital, he had seen this general, known as the most powerful Red Republican Army, "a glory."

Lin Xiang stared at him, deep in his black eyes, his eyes soft and firm, but gradually turned cold under this surface concealment.

Unlike the last time I met at the gathering, Rongguang did not emit any supernatural aura. He felt like an ordinary person who was innocent. However, he had a ferocious and yin-like beast like a hungry beast. It seemed that he was a prey that was firmly locked by him, and was playing a joke game before becoming a meal.

What made Lin Xiang feel most feared was not the murderous aura and hostility released in the other party's eyes. Lin Xiang had used consciousness energy to detect at least dozens of times, but did not find any breath of life. However, Rong Guang was really sitting here and never moved at all. If you must use reality to sheath the information you detected, it is obvious that the supernatural control power that parasites will have far exceeded the scope that parasites can accept. They can even change their aura, hide, disguise, and cannot be explored by thinking consciousness.

Lin Xiang could not understand the strength of this ability at all. It was like the microorganisms that were sent to the surface of dust. It would never be possible to understand the difference between humans and themselves.

, "You are finally here."

Rong Guang's face was full of majesty. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Xiang, saying with a smile.

Lin Xiang suddenly put his feet together, raised his hands and saluted.

As a disguise of one's current identity and superficial concealment are essential.

"I really don't understand what is there in you that is worthy of attention."

Rong Guang didn't seem to care about Lin Xiang's performance. He frowned and glanced at the other party with a arrogant expression. He clenched his hands with each other, making a crisp sound of "crackling" joints. After a moment, he raised his right fist and suddenly waved his face from the air and said coldly: "You have good courage. You actually shot Jin Sijiu on the spot. Do you know what does this mean to you?"

While speaking, he also released a powerful parasitic aura. The violent and powerful aura suddenly crushed like a mountain, savagely storming Lin Xiang's body, surrounding him tightly without any possibility of retreating or escaping.

Fightingly controlling the consciousness deep in his brain that wanted to tremble, Lin Xiang remained silent and did not move. However, the body was accumulating more and more powerful energy, which could explode at any time.

Glory's actions were obviously provoking.

However, so far, everything is still in the range that has not yet reached its bottom line. The collision of consciousness is just an external way to reflect one's strength. If you really want to break up, although you are not sure to win, you can rely on the various special abilities you have mastered.

Escape smoothly should not be a problem.

, "I just did what I should do. If I commit a crime, I have to accept the punishment I deserve. Jin Forty-nine should die and must die "

Lin Xiang's face was pale, but his eyes were still looking back at the other party calmly as usual. The moment he contacted his eyes, Rong Guang felt a very strange feeling. The person who was threatened was obviously not the young colonel standing in front of him, but himself.

Forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, Rong Guang couldn't help but hold his right hand tightly, trying to aim at Lin Xiang's excessively shiny head and smash it. In my memory, this was the first time someone had a red heart.

luo, luo, challenge your dignity. Moreover, the contempt is not a parasitic general of the same level as you, but an evolutionary person of only three or four levels. While surprised that the other party dared to do such a move, the glory's emotions were on the verge of being completely angry, and even the burning hot and tingling pain came from the cheeks.

, always arrogant.”

Rong Guang's eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, and his eyes and words became cold and cold: "Pride is a good thing. However, unfounded arrogance must consider a series of possible results. Hehehehe, you are really brave."

Smiling is a manifestation of releasing emotions. At this time, sneering means threats and possible killings that may appear behind them. There is even more clarity in them, but there is no danger directly expressed in words. However, Rong Guang's words did not receive the expected effect. I Lin Xiang still stood straight. He raised his head high and glanced at the other party from the oblique angle. The powerful aura from the parasitic general obviously had no effect on him.

He knew very well that he did not need to repeatedly emphasize the burden of talking.

The shock and surprise of the initial meeting had gradually faded as time passed by, and the collision of power in breath was completely adapted. Yes, killing Jin Forty-nine did confirm that he was killed by the leader's descendants. However, this would definitely not be the real reason why Honor wanted to deal with him.

Under normal circumstances, killing a colonel will never require the general to take action personally.

What's more, the military rank badge on his shoulders was the class that had just been promoted a few minutes ago. Although first promoting and then suppressing has always been an inevitable product that may appear in political struggles, it will not be so urgent that it only takes such a short time as an interval.

If you want to kill yourself, there are so many opportunities and excuses. A bullet, a special soldier who is proficient in shooting skills, is enough. There is no need to make such a big noise at the headquarters of the Political Supervision Commission.

Based on various situations, Lin Xiang can be 100% sure that no matter how tough Rong Guang's tone is, how cold he speaks, how furious he is, or even furious, he will not smash his head with one punch.

What exactly does he want to talk to me?

Or this is the most important focus of the whole thing.

Rong Guang's eyes became heavier and deeper, and he didn't like this scene that was not under his control at all. Unconsciously, his face began to look ugly. After being silent for nearly five minutes, his body leaned forward slightly. "Stand up from the chair, looked at Lin Xiang with a cold face, and roared roughly: "Boy, come with me one by one."

Push open another door of the room and walk through the corridor more than 30 meters long. It is a "several"

The spiral staircase with a paper-shaped foot, step on the stair surface made of hollow steel plates, and produces a collision sound with hollow echoes. Visually, combined with the judgment of the echo size of the eardrum, it can be determined that the vertical height of the staircase is about 100 meters.

This gap figure has far exceeded the normal height of the ground to Li Yifeng's office.

But judging from the length and width of the building itself, it should still be within the scope of the headquarters of the Political Supervision Commission. Along the way, Rong Wu didn't say anything. He just used a cold look to spin back and forth on Lin Xiang. I wonder if it was a mistake or the real existence, Lin Xiang felt that there was even a hint of curiosity in his eyes that looked at him with fierce and tyrannical bruteness.

There is no evidence to evaluate Rong Guang's strength a few days ago. Lin Xiang naturally would not distract his mind and detect this underground space he had never discovered before. The only thing he could do was follow the steps honestly and walk the stairs into the elevator on the bottom floor of the corridor. When the red numbers flashing over his head kept going down from the "b3" order until it became, the tightly closed elevator finally stopped and slowly separated to both sides, and a wide corridor with walls and floors were laid with alloy materials.

The blazing lights hanging on the sky board illuminate the entire corridor like daytime. In addition to the elevator connected to the corridor, there is only more than 60 meters in the reverse end. The two can be separated from the middle, and a shiny door is faintly drawn from it. This also means that there is only one room on this floor.

Lin Xiang raised Pa Pa and looked at Rong Guang standing next to him in confusion. The other party still had a bit of arrogance and coldness on his face, but he no longer had the unconcealed arrogance and cruelty that he had before.

From time to time, he reached out his hand and pointed at the end of the corridor, snorted coldly, and said, "Get in."

The person who really wants to meet you should be in that room.

But who is it?

Li Yifeng's rank is Lieutenant General Rongguang and General. He can make two generals serve as messages and guides respectively. It seems impossible for the other party to have another identity except for the great leader Jin Tianzheng who had met at the official residence.

Thinking of Jin Sijiu Lin Xiang, who died under his gun a few hours ago, became more and more sure of his thoughts.

The moment I took a step, the muscles of the tui became a little stiff.

Humans always have an instinctive fear of unknown things. Although they are already parasites with strong strength to the nine-star standards, Lin Xiang is still unable to avoid the common people.

Rongguang did not continue to follow. He stood silently at the elevator door, his feet apart, his hands crossed in front of Xiong, and looked at Lin Xiang's back, which was gradually fading away with complex expressions. For some reason, the tense muscles on his face twitched for no reason.

Standing in front of the door, Lin Xiang also stayed for a few seconds.

He still did not use his consciousness to detect it. At this time, there was no need and no need to do so.

Why is Jin Tian making an appointment at a place like this?

He shook his head, drove away all the chaotic and unnecessary thoughts in his mind, exhaled a long sigh, grabbed the grip on the left and right door with both hands, and suddenly exerted force, pulling outward.

Suddenly, everything in the room was in sight.

The heat projected from the sun divides the earth into several different areas of coldness.

Even in summer, the difference between temperate and cold zones is still very obvious.

The sky of Red Helmet Town has not changed for decades. The darkness and depression have long become an eternal pattern in people's memory that can never be changed. However, when the land under their feet is soaked in blood and the blood is accumulated into pieces of semi-solidified state in the mud pit, it will add a creepy and death-filled bright red color under the dull background sky.

More than a dozen corpses were hung high on the top of a wooden cross. They were cut to pieces,

The cavity and abdomen are completely broken, and the blackened intestines and internal organs are dragged down and hang down. Most of the deceased's hands and feet are incomplete, their noses and ears are cut off, and the eyeballs of the size of ping-pong balls collapse and hang on the corners of their eyes. It seems that they are directly peeling off by some kind of blunt object and smashing hard. It is difficult to see their different characteristics of the ragged clothes. Only the part is shriveled or slightly plump, and has turned into brown and yellow wrinkles, which can satisfy a little bit of snooping/perversion.

Yin Dark Curiosity.

It is much easier to figure out the identity of the deceased than to figure out their urges. Although the clothes remaining on the surface of the corpse have been scattered into strands, they can still be seen barely, with special signs embroidered with black silk threads in the shape of swords and crosses.

Corpse is also a rare food resource in the wasteland world.

But even those who are hungry and about to go crazy will never be interested in the dead who are hanging on the cross. They are already highly decayed, and pus and decay liquid cover the entire surface of the body. Under the pull of the gravity of the center of the earth, the muscles and ligaments begin to gradually break away from the bones, and the cracked cracks constantly seeps out of the grey white foam. Several pieces of half-liquid rotten meat have even fallen on the ground. The gray ant with huge front palates are crawling around nearby, and they are excitedly gnawing on the rare delicious meat. Between the nest and the crosses, they form gray and black lines that are constantly moving, like a strange snake.

The church, still the most eye-catching building in Red Helmet Town. This, never seems to change.

The wide pedestal has been moved away, and the neatly arranged strip seats under the stage are arranged on both sides of the wall, leaving only a sufficiently wide part in the middle. On the smooth marble ground, layers of blood that have turned black are everywhere. If you carefully distinguish them, you can also see some of the human hair mixed in it and has been firmly stuck to the floor.

Yang Hua sat on a relatively clean high-legged wooden stool, gently whispering a cup of hot tea that he had just brewed. These curly small leaves with special aromas are the spoils of the "Holy Blood Angel" Legion's capture of a family's main city. Unfortunately, there are not many, so he has been stingy with 1 but has never found a supplement that can be used as a substitute.

He has always retained the appearance of a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his wrinkled eyes are the best representative of age and time. He is tall and not very strong, but the muscles raised from the high-elastic fabric of the combat suit show sufficient flexibility and strength. They are also high-level psychics who have been transformed by Lin Xiang's pure blood, but he and Wang Biao are two completely different evolutionary types. The abilities emitted by the virus do not completely focus on strength, but are a complex that is equally balanced with speed.

In this case, it is hard to say who is better than who is better. After all, it is impossible to get results based on data alone.

There will always be unpredictable errors between analysis and reality.

Nine Stars are already the highest level of the parasitic stage. Yang Hua doesn't know how long it will take for him to evolve into a parasitic general, but judging from the current supernatural boom inside the body, it shouldn't be too long.

He has never forgotten his promise to Lin Xiang. Although people will have hopes of one kind or another when they are alive, faith and sincerity are the best evidence throughout life and time. It is also the most direct way to verify despicableness or friendship.

The title of emperor does sound extremely noble.

But "this also means that more responsibilities and obligations are required.

In contrast, a legion commander who only needs to fight is obviously more suitable for him. As for those things about population, materials, overwhelming numbers and various cumbersome and complicated things

... Of course, that guy Lin Xiang should be troubled.

Thinking of this, Yang Hua smiled faintly, took a sip of the slightly cool tea, and breathed a long and comfortable sigh. His eyes turned from the teacup to the front, and said in a rather pleasant tone: "How is it, have you all considered it?"

On the opposite side, there were more than twenty civilians with a look of panic. Most of them were around fifty years old, and there were also a few young people in their early twenties. Their clothes were not as ragged as those of wilderness refugees, relatively complete and strong. There were two old men standing in the middle, with extremely exquisite clothing and fabrics, and even beautiful huāwen with hand-woven embroidery.

Red Helmet Town is an outer settlement of the sphere of influence of the "Sword of God". Due to the huge area of ​​the northern war zone and the limited number of supplementary troops from the cities behind the empire, Yang Hua and Heinrich agreed that the two legions of "Holy Blood Angel" and "Space Wild Wolf" will launch attacks on the culprit troops from the northwest and northeast respectively. The settlements captured and surrendered along the way were all demoted to slaves and taken to the mines in the southern and central parts of the empire by the city guards. The vacant areas will be accepted by the management committee and become qualified immigration settlement sites.

Those who refuse to obey orders or resist stubbornly will be killed.

The voluntary surrendered to the battlefield by the sectarian forces, after identification, were divided according to their actual contributions, and were respectively subscribed as slaves and civilians of the "f" level.
Chapter completed!