Disaster Shelter

After deciding on the travel plan, Wen Wen waited for another day in Tongling City. After Tao Qingqing completely handed over the work in Tongling City, he took a black sports car and drove all the way to Shengjing City, where the headquarters of the Hunters Association is. nearby.

In the galloping car, only Tao Qingqing and the three cubs driving, Wen Wen himself entered the asylum.

The trip plan to Hunter Island has been sent out. All the demon hunters participating in the DC region must first gather at the DC branch headquarters, and then go to a small town in the Golden Eagle region to wait, and then they will be uniformly received by the hunters. Inside the island.

This is the first time Wen Wen has left Washington, so some things need to be prepared in advance.

In Washington DC, the function of the shelter will not be hindered, but Wen Wen does not know if other shelters can still enter the shelter normally once he leaves Washington DC, so it is necessary to check the amount in advance.

I have to say that there is Tao Qingqing, and Wen Wen can relax a lot while driving. Although the three little children can drive, after all, they can't be seen by others, and someone needs to be in the car.

"Driving ..." Wen Wen suddenly thought of something, murmured to himself: "Speaking of it, can you train Sanzi to fly a plane?"

That's right, Wen Wen feels that he should have a private jet suitable for him. As his strength gets stronger, his range of activities is getting wider, and the sports car's mobility is obviously insufficient.

However, you ca n’t find black bosses for things like airplanes. They ca n’t get that kind of thing. Feng Ruixing can buy all civilian models. Wen Wen is ready to find time to get one through the channels of the Hunters Association. I do n’t know. How much hunting coins will cost, it won't be too expensive to think about.

...

Deep in the ocean, an unknown island.

A figure in a white robe was trimming a potted plant leisurely, a faint white light floating leisurely around the man, so that the surrounding flowers and plants were full of declared vitality.

Behind him stood a figure wearing black armor. This figure was exactly the death rider Wen Wen had seen. When no need to perform the task, the death rider was the personal guard of the white robe man.

Suddenly a gray light flashed, and a figure in a white shirt and gray overalls suddenly knelt on the ground.

On the man's head, wearing two black iron conical hats, his eyes were firmly covered: "Master, Mr. Death Knight, the breath of Eszkaz disappeared."

The guide asked without hesitation: "How is that demon hunter called the monument?"

"Alive," the man replied.

The guide said with a smile, "Then he should not have died, but the breath has disappeared ... It should be locked up in the shelter, and things are getting more and more interesting."

"It's a shelter again, sir, we can't go on like this. The only astronaut we know now is the demon hunter who has the strength of the predecessor. I beg you to lead him to bring you back."

The leader shook his head and said, "Do you know where he is? Do you have the ability to bring him back under the protection of Jin Kela."

Dead horse is dumb, he just instinctively feels that Wen Wen will be a big trouble in the future, but how to catch Wen Wen, he is not clear.

"The Hunters Association will hold an exchange meeting every three years, and that host will appear in a specific place. I will see the new host in person."

"That's just a young kid, it's not worth your shot."

The guide said with a smile, "If it's what I think, then there is nothing worthwhile, and seeing him later is my loss."

Death Rider stepped back and stopped speaking, for the leader's command was absolute.

The guide looked at the potted plants a little bit dreamy, and sighed softly, "Are you back ... how better to die directly."

...

Golden Eagle Region, south of Fenling Island, port city Nimes.

The sky here seems to be gray all the time, and there will be sunny days only on a few days. The rest of the day is full of haze, and the difference is nothing more than big haze and small haze.

This is the earliest federal city to enter the industrialized city, and it has paid too much to improve the economy. Even if all the factories in this city were shut down, the weather here will never return.

There is a custom in this city that is not found in other cities, that is, wearing masks. Men, women, young and old, all wear masks outdoors as beauty. People without masks outdoors will be regarded as morally corrupt, and even roadside stalls. Won't sell him anything.

It is because of this excessive custom that seems to other cities, which makes this city with the worst federal air quality into the city with the least federal respiratory infections ...

The fog all over the city provides some hiding places for some unseen creatures. According to incomplete statistics from the Hunters Association, the density of monsters in cities is nearly ten times higher than that of ordinary cities.

At this time, on the south side of the city, in a forbidden alley, a ragged scavenger was wearing a mask transformed with intimate clothes, squatting in the alley and eating food that was difficult to swallow ~ www.readwn.com ~ Suddenly a dazzling lightning flashed. After the light, a man with a felt hat and a brown coat appeared in the sight of the homeless man. The homeless man could use his own mask to ensure that this man really appeared out of thin air. Any omen.

The man had just stood still, and ran towards the tramp, as if something terrible was chasing him.

No, it ’s not as if, but it really is!

The tramp faintly saw behind the man, a creature with a horror-like appearance fluttering behind him. Although the creature did not meet the man, the appearance of the man was aging rapidly.

In a short distance of more than ten meters, the man changed from his twenties to an old man who was about to die.

The tramp was frightened by this weird scene. He has been wandering in this city for more than ten years, knowing that there are some things that cannot be touched in the depths of the city, so he has always been very cautious. See you for the first time.

"Give me your time!"

The old man, who was about to decay, touched the homeless's shoulders at the last moment, and the homeless was shocked to find that his physical strength was losing rapidly.

No ... it's not physical loss, but time loss!

The aging man quickly became young, and the horrible monsters that had been chasing behind him all gathered behind the tramp.

Watching the tramp's body aging a little, then decayed into powder in a few seconds, the man was relieved, he knew that as long as he killed a person, those things would not chase him for a short time.

"This time I am lucky to be able to shift the target of the hound, next time ... and the hound appears more and more frequently."

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