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 Su Heting took out his trouser pocket, and there was only a crumpled poster in it. He didn't bring a handkerchief or tissue, so he could only roughly wipe his nosebleed with the back of his hand.
 The elevator door is opening, Su Heting has to go.
 "Don't cry," he handed the poster to the child's father, "The organization is recruiting, welcome."
 The child's father took the poster tremblingly.
 Su Heting stood up and stepped out of the elevator.
 "Moshi Moshi," he asked in broken Japanese, "where are you?"
 He had just stepped out of the elevator a few steps when he heard the siren in the lobby on the first floor. The punk band on the reception desk not far away seemed to be on drugs. Hearing the sound of the siren, he became more passionate and played with full horsepower. The sounds of electric guitars and sirens overlapped and crisscrossed in the hall, instantly deafening.
 Xie Zhenshu: "I'm in the parking lot on the right."
 Su Heting blocked one ear and asked loudly, "What did you say?"
 Xie Zhenshu: "..."
 He had to raise the volume: "Go out and turn right, the car is waiting for you."
 At the same time, the monk's alarm kept going off. He braked the armored vehicle outside the trading hall, and pressed the earphone: "Quick, quick, move!"
 As soon as the gunshots rang out in the trading field, the members of the armed group got the news. This group of gunmen is fighting with armed groups on the third floor, like terrorists.
 The trading grounds have been surrounded by armed groups. The monk slammed the car door and heard someone shouting through the intercom.
 "The No. 2 elevator is stuck, they are going upstairs, and the target is the splicing person code-named 'Maozi'!"
 "Go up the stairs and prepare to evacuate the survivors. You must ensure the safety of the kittens." The monk put on his gas mask amidst the dust, picked up his gun, and yanked it into the chamber. He took the lead and gave orders to the members of the armed group around him. The voice from under the mask was muffled: "Go, go! Listen to me, prepare to evacuate the survivors!"
 Su Heting heard Xie Zhenshu in the earphone and said, "Many people came to pick you up."
 There are a lot of ordinary survivors in the hall, crowded around the service desk and reception desk, covered by the sound of music, not aware of what happened.
 Su Heting saw the freight elevators on both sides going up from the third floor, so he raised his hand and shot the band speaker.
 "Get down," he said as if he was a villain, and fired another shot amidst the sirens, shattering the glass on the counter, "get down all!"
 The screams of the survivors at the scene suddenly broke out, and they scattered in a hurry when they couldn't figure out the situation. The survivors who didn't have time to get down all knelt on the ground, and everyone hugged their heads and huddled together, already crying.
 At this moment, Xie Zhenshu asked, "Whose car are you going to get in?"
 Su Heting wiped the nosebleed again with the back of his hand: "It's not obvious."
 As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the pistol and fired two shots in the direction of the freight elevator without looking back.
 Before the gunman in the freight elevator could get out of the elevator, he fell to the ground. Blood spread out immediately, and the door of the freight elevator was stuck by the corpse and kept opening and closing.
 "Good job." Xie Zhenshu simply praised Su Heting.
 There were also accomplices of the gunman in the freight elevator. He kicked the corpse away, picked up his submachine gun while stepping out of the freight elevator, and fired at the hall.
 The fancy-looking furnishings in the hall exploded one by one, and glass shards shot everywhere. The survivors screamed loudly and huddled and crawled towards the corner.
 Su Heting hid behind the wine cabinet for the guests, and heard the wine bottles being smashed "boom bang bang" in succession, all kinds of wine aromas mixed together, and the wine liquid flowed to the ground, which was also mixed with the smell of blood.
 The monk has lowered his body and rushed to the glass door of the hall. The gunman is patrolling sideways, ready to shoot at the wine cabinet. The monk fired directly, and the bullet hit the gunman's head, and the opponent fell to the ground immediately, and the bullet casings fell at the monk's feet.
 "Cat, come out!" The monk was worried that there were still gunmen in the hall, so he pushed the door cautiously, and walked to the wine cabinet with heavy steps.
 He kicked down the wine cabinet and found that there was no one behind, Su Heting had already run away.
 hateful!
 He had already said that Su Heting should mark the tracking ants.
 Before the monk could speak to the intercom, the door of the safe passage on the other side was suddenly knocked open, and all the gunmen on the third floor poured in. More than a dozen people blocked the passage door, and as soon as they entered, they shot at the armed group crazily, like lunatics, ignoring the survivors at all.
 A few bullets flew close to the ear, and the monk had to dodge to dodge. In a flash from the corner of his eye, he saw Su Heting breaking through the door.
 — This person must stay in the sight of the armed group!
 "Catch him," the monk said into the intercom, "put him on the sensor lock!"
 Su Heting supported the fence with one hand, turned over neatly, and heard the members of the armed group behind the armored vehicle not far away raised their guns and scolded him: "Squat down!"
 While raising his hand, he slowed down and said into the headset: "I'm going to be captured!"
 "Wait where you are," Xie Zhenshu said, "I'll pick you up."
 The next moment, Su Heting heard the roar of some kind of sound waves. The roar was like the roar of a beast, rushing out from the right side of the trading field.
 A pure black sports car kicked up several meters of dust, roared close to the ground, knocked over the safety fence of the trading field in the eyes of countless eyes, and forcibly braked at the entrance of the hall with an arrogant tail flick.
 "boarding."
 The two voices inside and outside the earphones overlap.
 Su Heting got into the car without thinking. Just as he fastened his seat belt, the left door of the car was shot by bullets. The dense sound was like a shower. The car started again, and rushed out with a "buzz" against the threat of the armed group.
 "Su Heting—!"
 The monk's angry shouts were left behind.
 The temperature inside the car was very low, only a dozen degrees, and a handkerchief was handed over from the side.
 "Oh," Su Heting took the handkerchief, covered his nose, and turned to look at the other party, "Thank you..."
 The other party is a man with an ordinary face, because it is too ordinary, it can be easily forgotten, and it is not obtrusive when thrown into the crowd, and it is even difficult to find.
 But how should I put it... It's too ordinary but it seems very deliberate.
 Xie Zhenshu turned the steering wheel, but the voice still sounded uncomfortable, and he should still be wearing a voice changer.
 "You're welcome," he said.
 The atmosphere in the car became inexplicably tense. Su Heting kept covering his nose, his eyes followed Xie Zhenshu. His tail rested on his legs, seemingly relaxed, but the whole person was able to grab the car in a second.
 He asked bluntly, "Are you wearing a facial atomizer?"
 This is a popular thing in the trading field, and it is convenient for splicing people to use it when they are doing some tasks that are not visible and cannot expose themselves. Su Heting has also used it. However, there are very few splicing people who can use this. One is that wearing this thing on the body will interfere with the line of sight, and the other is that it is more convenient for the splicing person to directly change the face.
 Xie Zhenshu didn't answer, it was the default. He glanced at the rearview mirror: "The person chasing you is coming."
 Two new locomotives suddenly appeared in the rear view.
 Members of the armed group near the armored vehicle were blocking the road. When they saw the locomotive, they immediately fired a shot and sounded the police, signaling the other party to detour: "No passage!"
 However, the new locomotives were like two heavyweight bulls. When the armed group warned, they broke through the cordon. Regardless of the members of the armed group's swearing, they tightened the handles and flew towards the rear of the sports car with an explosive roar.
 "Block the entire street in District 03," the monk was furious, kicked the trash can in front of his feet, raised his hand and pressed the earphone, "Arrest these lawless bastards!"
 The new locomotive passed the anti-explosion device installed by the armed group, landed from a height of one meter, and then accelerated.
 They had received professional training and had a tacit understanding. They chased the sports car on both sides. One of them turned the front of the car and hit the rear of the sports car diagonally.
 Xie Zhenshu changed the sports car driving mode.
 The subwoofer of the sports car was fully charged in an instant, and it shot out like a sharp arrow, and suddenly distanced itself from the new motorcycles. The clear feeling of pushing back made Su Heting's adrenaline soar, and his heart beat wildly.
 It was almost dusk, and the streets near the trading ground were full of vehicles. The horns sounded all over the cobweb-like viaduct, and the lights on the crowded commercial street were ready. The display screen on the square on the top floor blasted countless fireworks, and a huge projection of a commercial star instantly covered the surrounding buildings.
 "Nightlife in the city," the virtual star gave a thumbs up and read the lines, "It's all in the trading field..."
 The aircraft of the armed group "swished" across the densely packed viaducts, turned on the lights, swooped down, and blared the siren all the way, chasing behind the new locomotive.
 "Stop!" The electronic voice of the aircraft warned, "Dangerous! Stop!"
 The two factions in front turned a deaf ear to this, and the motorcycle gang rushed to the left and right roads, like sheepdogs chasing sheep, coercing passers-by and vehicles on both sides to move closer to the center.
 An old six-seater family car on the left was in a panic while driving at a high speed, and it slammed against the sports car to the right.
 Xie Zhenshu's steering wheel is very accurate, and he shuttles between traffic very calmly, even if he is scratched, he is calm. The car body accelerated infinitely in the gradually tightening narrow road, like a raging beast.
 From Su Heting's first perspective, all kinds of dodges turned into afterimages. Several times he suspected that the rearview mirror had been knocked off. He wanted to say something to relax Xie Zhenshu and himself, but before he could say it, the right side was scratched again.
 The tires rubbed against the ground with a piercing screech, Su Heting's back left the seat and slammed back again.
 He finally choked out a sentence after a long time: "Where are you going?"
 "Den of thieves." Xie Zhenshu's tone was laid-back, completely opposite to the current situation.
 Su Heting took off the handkerchief and said, "Okay, this piece I—"
 Xie Zhenshu turned the steering wheel suddenly, and braked when the car was turning left, half of the car body was blocked on the road, so that the new-style locomotive that was chasing after it had no time to turn around, and the family cars on the left and right braked desperately.
 Xie Zhenshu's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'll do a magic trick for you too."
 As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the gas pedal of the car. The car body rushed out with a "boom-" and smashed through the fence in an instant.
 Alas-
 The sports car crossed the elevated gap with a "clang" sound and flew out amidst the turbulence.
 Su Heting watched helplessly as the projection of the star whose name he couldn't name continued to enlarge in front of the car window, and the night scene of the black market was under his feet.
 Wow.
 He said, "Fuck—"
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 “Welcome to the Punishment Zone, scums.”
 “Please tear the masks of pseudo-gods into pieces here.”
 “However, you must remember—the time for slaughter takes place only after sunset.”
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 I am Master Siwei, and I speak for arcane arts. 
 This is an era of heroes and heroines. 
 This is an era of great changes. 
 In the end, it will be an arcane era opened by me.
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 Hyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world’s turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought. They cannot forget and their thirst for knowledge allows them to be considered genius in some senses.
 Legend has it that Ji Yushi was this kind of genius.
 In addition, it was said that he was gay and very beautiful.
 As soon as the news that he was going to support Tianqiong’s seventh squad broke out, it sent everyone buzzing.
 Everyone knew that the captain of the seventh squad, Song Qinglan, was a hoodlum and deeply homophobic.
 He not only relied on his super-powerful abilities to become the dark horse on the battlefield in less than two years, but he also hates it when those at the top forces a flower vase* into his squad.
 Sure enough, Song Qinglan announced in front of everyone, “Useful? Us brothers are going out there working ourselves to the bone, we don’t need a little genius who can only speedread quantum waves!”
 Later.
 The squad was forced into a dire situation during their mission.
 That beautiful little genius calmly continued, every gunfire hitting the mark, his fighting power peaking.
 Song Qinglan begged in front of everyone, “Adviser Ji, stay.”
 In the end, he added, “I’ll work myself to the bone for you.”
 *****
 Ji Yushi had a secret.
 He would often be awake at night, suffering from memory overload and recurring nightmares.
 There was only one thing that could let him fall asleep peacefully.
 And that was Song Qinglan.
 *Flower vase: Someone who only looks pretty but can’t amount to much
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 A god was suddenly prostrating in front of Kayano Takumi. He was apparently killed by mistake. Moreover, he can’t be reborn again. However, he is able to live in a different world? Then, let’s do that, please. The god made a mistake again and transferred me into a dangerous forest. Seriously, what’s going on? Besides, there are children here. I can’t leave them here, I will take care of them.
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 “Ding, I picked up the broken samurai sword and obtained the supremely fast sword Yunya.” 
 “Ding, I picked up the Kaido Reward Order, and got armed and domineering.” 
 “Ding, I picked up the devil fruit’s stubble core, and gained control of lightning without sequelae.” 
 ………… 
 It’s impossible to beat the Tianlongren to find the big secret treasure. It has nothing to do with me. I just want to pick up trash and maintain my life. 
 This way, I threaten the Four Emperors to throw trash and force the Three Generals to make trash. The porter looks at the scared Denon 
 “Actually, I have nothing malicious, I just want to pick up some rubbish.” 
 Follow Nighteye and be the clean king of One Piece world together!
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 She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.
 He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.
 Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.
 For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased.
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 Poison Doctor Gu Qingyin found the gravely injured and amnesiac Leader of the Demonic Path, Zhong Shujin, at the bottom of a cliff. After all the trouble she took to heal the idiotic amnesiac leader and restore her intelligence, who also conveniently ate her clean without taking responsibility, the memory-restored leader ran away without a word.
 Since then, Gu Qingyin had set foot on an endless bumpy road in pursuit of her wife.
 Zhong Shujin: “The injury is on my arm, why are you taking off my clothes…”
 Gu Qingyin: “Checking for other injuries on your body.”
 Zhong Shujin: “Well… But! Your hand! Why are you touching everywhere!”
 Gu Qingyin: “……Checking for wounds.”
 Zhong Shujin: “Oh… Your mouth… Where are you kissing!”
 Gu Qingyin: “Hey… I’ve cleared out the poison for you, so the medical fee should rightfully be given to me.”
 Zhong Shujin was so weak she could only surrender to pay off her debts.
 Gu Qingyin: “There’s still a long way to go, so I’ll explore from top to bottom.”
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 In 1971 a group of young wizards boarded the train to Hogwarts with great anticipation.
 A little wizard in the carriage pointed his wand at himself, and his subordinates waved it from time to time, frowning slightly and muttering words.
 “Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!”
 “Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!”
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 He, a natural student, has caused disasters and owes a flat face. With the help of human-shaped sandbags, he is immortal, and he is unlucky all the way to the five elements.
 When Gouquan’s life is humble, brother Dao is even more fierce in creating evil.
 When he returns from the tribulations, he hangs himself on the highest branch in the southeast of heaven and earth, overlooking sentient beings…
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 The second prince had just been poisoned to death in the Soul Chuan Douluo continent and the Heaven Dou Empire. Luochuan was under great pressure. 
 The most terrifying thing is that the “big brother” came to see him, he could only squeeze a smile and face the difficulties. 
 At this time, he awakens the fusion system and can collect or copy other people’s martial arts and spirit rings to fuse. 
 Five hundred year spirit ring + five hundred year spirit ring = thousand year spirit ring 
 Swan Martial Spirit + Seraph Martial Spirit = Eight Wing Angel Martial Spirit 
 Luo San Pao + Four-eyed Cat Eagle + Fire Dragon = Golden Sacred Dragon 
 Nether Cat + Evil Eye White Tiger = Nether White Tiger fusion, he found himself invincible Douluo Continent, his eyes could not help but look to the sky, the gods seemed to be able to merge… 
 Ps: In this article, no one will lick it. In the early stage, the main development will consume the enemy vertically and horizontally, and will collect the Seven Monsters as his subordinates. In the future, the Douluo Continent and the God Realm will be unified!
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 Since his transmigration, he has studied hard and entered Anaheim to design Gundam, do scientific research, study driving and the way of self-marketing. He could be called a great man among time travellers. Until one day, “that” appeared in front of him…
 “Idiot, are robots all Gundams?!”
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 In the vast and boundless continent Cangtu, there were ancient sects governing the Ten Old Domains, unworldly immortal clans beyond the Blue Sky, and primordial demon gods dominating the dark abyss that together created a great number of brilliant stories over the long course of the history. 
 In this very world, there was a boy, named Lin Xun, who embarked on his journey to the pinnacle of strength alone through cultivation and spiritual tattoo inscribing. 
 Escaping alone from the Mine Prison where he had been living since he was adopted by Master Lu, Lin Xun knew nothing about his identity but the little information his adopter, Master Lu, had told him. With two ancient spiritual tools Master Lu gave to him before the destruction of the Mine Prison, Lin Xun started his journey to Ziyao Empire, where he is supposed to find out the truth of his lost Spiritual Vessel and the person who slaughtered his family, leaving him orphaned. 
 Will he be able to unlock the mysteries of the two magic treasures, unveil the secrets of his identity and create a legend of his own? 
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