The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 352 Quartet
3:26 am.

From the underground parking lot of the White Lake Hotel, eight large black commercial vehicles quickly drove out.

Each vehicle carries 10 fully armed awakeners. The two vehicles form an action group and drive to the east, south, west, and north directions respectively. The mission is to destroy the blood pillar and prevent possible disaster rituals.

The two vehicles of the Seven Shadow Group were running at full speed on the deserted road, heading towards the location of the Blood Pillar in the west of the city.

In the commercial car driving in front, the driver was Hui Xiong, and Man She sat in the passenger seat, keeping an eye out for possible ambush.

In the back parking space, sat Gao Yang, Jiuhan, Ronny, Can Can, Tengu, and three young people.

Although Tengu belongs to the Chinese zodiac, considering the average combat power, he came to support Gao Yang's fourth group.

The other three young people are members of the 5th team of the Baichuan Regiment. The team leader is Green Tea. Green Tea and the other 9 team members are sitting in another car.

Theoretically, everyone in Team 5 of the Baichuan Regiment is at Green Tea's disposal, but the highest command of this operation rests with Gao Yang.

"Everything is normal with car 2." The voice of green tea came from the mini walkie-talkie hanging by Gao Yang's ear.

"Received, the condition of car 1 is normal." Gao Yang replied.

Can was holding the tablet and looking at the map: "Captain Seven Shadows, that red light beam should be in Xijiao Park in Xijing District."

Gao Yang nodded and shouted to Hui Xiong: "How long will it take to arrive?"

"The road conditions are very good now. I'll try to get there within half an hour." Gray Xiong's voice was confident.

Gao Yang stopped talking.

No one knew what they were facing half an hour later.

Gao Yang subconsciously touched the space-time rune circuit in his trouser pocket: Chuxue ate energy once, and his attribute values ​​dropped a lot. It would be nice if [Teleport] could be upgraded to level 4 before arriving at the destination. This would be okay. Regain some strength.

"Captain of the Seven Shadows." The young man opposite Gao Yang spoke.

Gao Yang retracted his thoughts and looked at him.

A tall and thin young man, the sides of his hair were shaved, and the yellow hair in the middle was pulled back and tied into a small braid, which made his already long face appear longer.

"My name is Santiao. Zhang Wei and I are good buddies." The young man grinned and his little eyes were bright: "Can I ask you for an autograph?"

"Sanjo, how long has it been, and you are still doing this?"

A short, fat young man next to him spoke. He was wearing a black peaked cap and dressed in a hip-hop style. He took off his hat excitedly and looked at Gao Yang respectfully:

"Elder Qiying, my name is AK47. Hehe, you can just call me Lao 7. Zhang Wei and I are also good buddies. Please be sure to give me an autograph too!"

Qiying looked at the two people and did not answer in a hurry.

"Captain, you have a lot of little fans, haha!" The gray hero who was driving gave a rough laugh.

"This is called fanboy." Can Can corrected with a smile.

"What kind of fans are you?" said the young girl next to Old 7, with short to medium gray hair and a sexy red lip painted on her innocent face: "They are superstitious!"

"Liu Ding! Don't talk nonsense!" Sanjou suddenly felt guilty.

"This guy has been to the Talisman Cave three times, and he came out alive every time. He became an elder in less than two months, and he has four talents. He is a proper son of the plane. With his good luck, the chance of surviving is definitely high. "

Liu Ding repeated playfully, then looked at Sanjou: "Didn't you say this?"

Santiao's face turned red and white.

"What happened to superstition?" Lao 7 said confidently, "Are you afraid of death and embarrassment? Who here is not afraid of death! Although we are afraid of death, we still decide to fight bravely. Isn't this enough?!"

"Well said!" Hui Xiong, who was driving, shouted.

"Give me a marker." Gao Yang smiled: "I'll sign one for you. I can't guarantee whether it works or not."

"I'll come first!"

Sanjo immediately took out a marker pen from his trouser pocket, handed it to Gao Yang, and enthusiastically put his arm towards him: "Write here, safe and smooth, just these four words!"

Gao Yang wrote "peace and success", but when he reached the third word, he couldn't write it anymore and the marker pen ran out of ink. "Isn't it?!" Sanjo was very excited and looked at Lao Qi and Liu Ding: "Quick! Give me the marker!"

The two looked at each other, and it seemed that they didn't have the habit of carrying this thing with them.

"I'll go! This, this is so unlucky..." Sanjo's face fell. It seemed that he was the most superstitious person in the room.

"Do you need a dagger?" Manshe played with the dagger in his hand with a half-smile: "Let the captain carve it on you, it will be more effective."

"Uh, forget it." Sanjo chuckled and sat back in his seat.

Gao Yang slandered: Manshe, you are really the terminator of superstition.

"Sanjo, right? Don't be afraid." Hui Xiong happily lit a cigarette.

"Uncle Xiong, haven't you quit smoking?" Can Can shouted.

"Quit it, I figured it out the last time I entered the Talisman Cave. I don't know how many days I can live. Life is short, enjoy yourself in time." Gray Xiong took a sip and puffed out: "Don't interrupt the can, let's I'll finish."

As Haixiong drove, he glanced at Sanjou in the rearview mirror: "Don't be afraid Sanjou, we will have a ritual for everything to go smoothly when we get back. Then we will all do it together to ensure your safety..."

"boom--"

Things happened so fast that Hui Xiong felt a black shadow falling from the sky and stepping heavily on the front hood.

A second later, the gray male saw clearly that it was a young, strong, two-meter-tall killer.

"install."

The lingering sound in Hui Xiong's mouth came out subconsciously.

……

At 3:40 in the morning, the road leading to Dongyu District was smooth, and two commercial vehicles from the Qinglong Group were driving to their destination at full speed.

In the car at the front were Elder Qinglong and his nine subordinates, all of whom were from Group 9 and Group 1 of the Qilin Union.

The 10 people in the other car were from Group 4 of the Baichuan Regiment, and the leader was the clown.

The man driving in the front is Qinglong's right-hand subordinate, the protector of the Kirin Union and the leader of Team 1, Shishihong. Generally, everyone calls him Sihong.

He is 31 years old, with pointed eyebrows, straight nose, and strong facial features. He is very much like those confident but impulsive decent characters in TV series.

In fact, this is true of his character.

Elder Qinglong was sitting in the passenger seat with one hand on the window. His face was deep and his eyes were sharp. All his attention was focused on guarding against possible dangers.

After a while, the car drove onto the viaduct, the terrain slowly rose, and the light pillar wrapped in blood mist in front became closer.

When setting off, the blood column was visually only as big as a little finger, but now, it is close to the size of a fist.

"There are still 10 minutes." Sihong said.

"Yes." Qinglong said into the earhook intercom: "We will reach our destination in 10 minutes."

"Copy that." The clown's voice replied dully on the intercom, and then closed the microphone.

"Elder Qinglong." Sihong looked forward, his hands unconsciously clenching the steering wheel: "We will definitely win, right?"

Qinglong's face was expressionless, and he was very surprised. Even Sihong, who was confident in the past, became uneasy today.

"Do your best and obey fate." Qinglong said calmly.

Sihong nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Captain, turn off the mic and let's talk about some private matters."

Qinglong reached out and turned off the wheat.

Sihong's tone was deep: "That clown is unreliable, don't trust him too much."

(End of this chapter)