"Captain Zhou is like a landscape painting. Whenever I think I have seen his whole face, he will reveal a little bit of the unique scenery hidden in the ink of the landscape, such as the charm of his personality or his background."

Lingtong tilted his head and asked, "What about me?"

Wang Jixuan glanced at a flower in the green belt.

He immediately thought of a perfect description: "a flower."

"flower?"

Lingtong whispered:

"Flowers look very delicate, and they exist only for the sake of fruit."

Wang Jixuan shook his head, imitating Zhou Zhengde's encouraging voice, and said warmly:

"Flowers are used as metaphors for women, not only because the flowers bloom and fall for the reproduction of the vegetation itself, but also because when the flowers bloom, they add a rare color to the world.

"The veins in the eyes are ripples, and the flowers are blooming.

"I feel happy when I see flowers, and the same goes for you, so I came up with this metaphor. On behalf of just a few members of our patrol team that I know, I would like to thank you for adding a little color to the dark fortress with your beauty.

"

Lingtong was a little stunned.

She looked at Wang Jixuan quietly, opened her mouth slightly, and said softly: "If I weren't..."

"Um?"

"It's nothing, it's fun to chat with you," Lingtong inadvertently pursed his lips and gently moistened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

Wang Jixuan sighed in his heart.

He hoped that his encouragement would make her feel happy and free her from the pain of losing her hands for a few seconds.

Sudden.

Wang Jixuan looked to one corner calmly.

At an entrance to Central Park, a mottled atmosphere broke into Wang Jixuan's range of perception.

Psychic.

Powerful psyker.

This was a stronger presence than what he had experienced before, the few psykers who followed the Minister of Biology to put pressure on Zhou Zhengde!

There is no evil spirit, it seems that no one has been killed?

But a powerful psychic appeared here and walked straight towards this direction.

'The pistol is useless.'

Wang Jixuan stood up silently, with a bone-penetrating nail in his palm.

Facing a psyker who was much stronger than Wen Qian, although he had little chance of winning in a head-on fight, he was not prepared to sit back and wait for death.

The opponent suddenly rushed forward in the corridor, and the mottled aura began to become active at a rapid speed.

Appeared!

The masked and hooded man rushed out of the passage.

Wang Jixuan was about to take action immediately, but this guy seemed to have expected it. He stretched his left arm forward, and a glowing plasma shield appeared up and down his arm. He grabbed a revolver with an exaggerated caliber in his right hand and aimed it at Wang Jixuan.

Pull the trigger...

The opponent's speed was even faster than Wang Jixuan's full speed!

Wang Jixuan realized something was wrong and immediately pushed the woman next to him away and took advantage of the situation to avoid her.

Buzz, hoo——

What the hell?

Before Wang Jixuan could make any move, a strong air flow hit his face from the side.

The Lingtong beside him suddenly rushed forward, and a strong airflow appeared at the elbow of the robotic arm!

After two quick steps, her speed was so fast that she could leave an afterimage!

Bang!

The revolver sprayed out a 'fishing net' that flashed with electric arc, but as soon as the fishing net opened, it was cut off like tofu by a mechanical arm with a sharp blade on the back of its hand!

Lingtong's figure rotated like a dance, and his left robotic arm punched the front of the plasma shield. The masked man behind the shield was knocked backwards, and the plasma shield instantly failed, leaving the man with a wide open door!

A toned and slender thigh was slashed vertically, and the masked man was stepped on his chest and pressed to the ground. Lingtong stretched his right arm forward, spread his fingers, and aimed at the masked man's brain.

Click, click, click, click.

An orange-red light spot appeared on her palm, and her forearm expanded outward for two weeks. A strong magnetic field and an energy flow constrained by the magnetic field appeared on it.

Destruction laser cannon level 1 preparation.

"Lingtong! Me! It's me! Ahem!"

The man who was trampled on the ground shouted at the top of his lungs and pulled off his mask, revealing the face of a thin, middle-aged man.

"Don't get excited! Turn this thing off!

"I'm just kidding this young man! Why are you reacting so violently!"

"oh."

Lingtong shook his right hand, released the destruction laser cannon mode, and the mechanical arm returned to its normal slender shape.

She turned to look at Wang Jixuan, smiled slightly, and nodded lightly.

"He is one of our own, probably."
Chapter completed!