Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 222 This time I won't run away.

In that instant, countless ways to escape popped into Yan's mind.

He could break into the crowd on the side and escape the area as quickly as possible.

He could also simply grab a black cloak from a passerby and put it on, pretending to be one of them, and slowly walk towards the canal, because he noticed that the ghostly things crawling out of the canal seemed to completely ignore the passersby around them.

He could even throw the smaller Finn out as bait and then... oh wait, that's too beastly, Milo would turn around and kill him.

In short, Yan had a hundred ways to escape at that moment.

He really wanted to run away.

He didn't want to be a hero; he had never had that idea since childhood. He also didn't aspire to be the kind of heroic figures who were celebrated by the world, because those figures usually had a tragic fate of dying young.

……

"No, we can't run away this time."

Yan slapped himself twice, the kind that makes a loud "piapia" sound.

He knew his mind was in a mess; the magical leaves were disrupting his thoughts, and he could only use this self-harming method to wake himself up.

"They really can't escape."

Yan looked at Kang and Xiao Fen, then looked up at the dozen or so strange men dragging their wet bodies out of the canal, and took deep breaths:
"Huff... huff... huff..."

Then, he took off his coat and threw it aside.

"Fuck your mother, you old bastard!"

……

Finally, for the first time, this escape master managed to control his urge to run away.

He stood in front of Kang and Little Finn, jumped a couple of times on the spot, and shook his fists.

"Hopefully, these two months of intensive training will be worthwhile."

Yan struck a classic boxing pose.

Tuck your chin in, relax your shoulders and lift your hips, and raise your hands.

His heart was beating faster than it had been at any time in the previous twenty years, much faster.

Huge raindrops kept pounding on his forehead, but this time Yan didn't even blink, staring straight at the dozen or so figures that were gathering in front of him.

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……

However, what followed was particularly bloody and gruesome.

A passerby wearing a black cloak walked straight toward the canal, seemingly oblivious to the strange man blocking his way, and bumped right into him.

The strange man grabbed the unfortunate fellow's head and neck with his bare hands and twisted his head off.

It was as easy as Yan Ping opening a beer with his bare hands in a bar.

...

Blood mingled with the puddles and mud on the ground, and the corpse's head rolled to one side...

Yan's fighting spirit, which he had painstakingly built up 30 seconds ago, shattered in an instant.

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"What the hell is this?"

Yan picked up little Finn, turned around, and started running!
In an extremely urgent situation, he had no choice but to save the smaller one rather than the larger one.

"Sorry, Lao Kang! I really can't carry you anymore. I always tell you to drink less beer, but you never listen!"

He doesn't want this either.

But there is no way.

Now Yan can only pray that those strange people aren't moving too fast...

Whoosh!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when, a second later, he turned around and found that the distance between the strange people and him had been halved!
Those guys were incredibly fast, like ghosts!
"Holy crap..."

Yan almost choked on his own saliva.

"Pinky promise, run!"

He immediately prepared to run. But just then...

A slender black cloak suddenly appeared in front of Yan.

He instinctively wanted to rush up and deliver a powerful swing punch, but before his fist could hit its target, a familiar, cold voice entered his ears:

"Get down."

Emma?

Yan staggered and barely managed to stop his fist, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Emma threw a rectangular object wrapped in a lot of duct tape to her side and behind her.

After doing this, she quickly lay down, her whole body prostrate on the ground, almost submerged in the muddy water.

"What are you..."

Yan was stunned for two seconds.

But before he could finish speaking, he felt a strong blast of air coming from behind him.

Boom! ! !
On the riverbank of the Confession Pier, a towering flame exploded.

Even with the rain covering the area, the outline of the spherical shockwave could be clearly seen spreading rapidly outwards from the center of the explosion, carrying countless fragments of bricks, tree branches, and body parts.

……

In reality, Yan's subjective feeling was that he had been hit hard on the back of the head with an iron rod.

He only saw the flames, and then all he could hear was a sharp ringing in his ears; he didn't hear the sound of an explosion.

It's roughly like this: *beep*

that's it.

It took him about half a minute to recover a small portion of his hearing.

When Yan turned around again, he found that the street behind him had been blown into two sections. The stone bricks on both sides of the sidewalk were broken into pieces, forming a flower-like shape that bloomed in all directions.

The strange figures that crawled out of the canal have vanished without a trace, and they have all been reduced to fragments, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

...

"Holy crap... what the hell did you just throw out?"

When Yan came to her senses, she still couldn't help but feel a pang of heart palpitations.

Looking at the seemingly harmless and frail woman before him, a hint of fear crept into his eyes.

If he used to think Emma was just unreasonable and short-tempered, now she's a god of death in Yan's eyes, the kind of person he has to respect.

Emma, ​​on the other hand, was much calmer.

She took the unconscious Finn from Yan's hands, made sure her brother had no wounds, and then squatted down to check if her father was still alive.

Fortunately, the extent of the explosion was calculated very accurately, and everyone was safe and sound.

"You...you didn't see anything strange?" Emma glanced at Yan.

"I saw them, all those that you just blew up." Yan nodded repeatedly.

“I mean hallucination, hallucination.” Emma rolled her eyes.

"I saw them too. Luckily I ran fast, otherwise I might have jumped into the river like those unlucky guys." Yan kept nodding.

He spoke very loudly because his hearing had not fully recovered yet, and he had no idea how loud he was shouting.

"How did you manage not to fall into hallucinations?"

“I’m hooked.” Emma pulled little Finn into her arms and answered Yan’s question calmly.

However, she spoke softly, and Yan didn't hear what she was saying at all. He shouted back:
"Fresh milk is indeed a good thing!"

……

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(End of this chapter)