Les, the Core Sequence Six-Winged Elite Death Angel, Admiral Wayne's first personal bodyguard, was also the first one to rush down the tower and fight against the imperial mutants.
Having survived the war, he accepted a major and arduous task tonight.
To be precise, it was a task he applied for himself, to guard the gate of the West City.
In fact, for Les, he yearned more for the thrill of going to the battlefield and killing enemies, rather than staying quietly at the city gate.
But when he learned about the target that the two forces were hunting tonight, he completely lost interest in going to the battlefield.
Van, a name so familiar, the hope of the angel of death, the hero who saved the organization.
But such a hero who was deliberately publicized turned into a fugitive in a short period of time.
The reason for all this is just a pure conflict of interests.
Perhaps even the generals themselves could not have imagined that their patience would be so low that they would lose control of their hearts on the night of the celebration.
This war completely tore apart the delicate balance between the families, and quickly caused them to split into two factions.
Sometimes Rice would also think about how ridiculous the generals' actions were.
Since their patience was so poor, why bother to make Van a hero who saved the organization?
But he is not a general after all, and there are some things that he is not qualified to comment on.
But he still had the power to express his heart, so he chose to guard the city gate instead of arresting the former hero, and he did not believe that Fan could break through the blockade and reach the city gate.
But tonight is destined to be a night that surprises everyone, and Rice is certainly no exception.
A chariot with a roaring engine drove quickly towards the city gate.
"Stop!"
Les immediately closed the checkpoint.
"squeak" With a sharp and piercing sound of brakes, accompanied by deep car marks on the ground, the car stopped in front of Les by a hair's breadth.
The air flow blew his hair away, almost touching his body.
"Who is it?"
Les walked to the driver's window calmly.
Mandala rolled down the glass and threw a shining golden badge in front of Les.
"This is General Yang Feng's personal order.
Open the city gate for me quickly."
"Who is the co-pilot?"
Les turned his face sideways and looked at the co-pilot's position through the obstruction of the mandala, but a hat covered his face.
Mandala frowned, "What do you do with so many things, and you are not qualified to do it.
This is an order personally given by General Yang Feng.
Are you going to disobey the order?"
Les stared deeply at the co-pilot, his constantly flashing eyes proving that his heart was fluctuating violently.
"Sir," the guards came closer and tightly surrounded the chariot.
Les suddenly waved his hand and said, "Let it go."
The guards looked at each other in shock and were afraid to move for a while.
"Let him go," Les said again, but this time he sounded more serious.
Then the gate of the outer city was finally opened a crack, and the chariot quickly rushed out of the gate without stopping for a moment.
"Sir, why should we let you go?
This is a very good time, no one can say for sure."
"Do you want to resist this order?
This is Master Yang Feng's personal order.
Seeing an order is like seeing a person," Les scolded.
"However, we can also immediately ask Master Yang Feng for instructions to confirm the accuracy of the order."
"Do I need you to teach me how to do it?"
Les narrowed his eyes and asked stiffly.
"I don't dare, sir, please forgive me for being rude."
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The guard immediately lowered his head.
Les snorted heavily and pushed back the surrounding warriors.
Looking at the door that was being slowly closed not far away, there was a hint of complexity hidden in his twinkling eyes, "You saved my life, and today I will let you live."
When the heavy door behind her was finally closed tightly, Mandala finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She gently put down the weapon she had been holding tightly in her right hand and wiped her sweaty forehead.
Fan also took off the hat covering his face and released his left hand that was also holding the gryphon.
"Why save me?"
he asked.
"Does this need a reason?"
Mandala glanced at Fan and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
"Don't you need it?"
Fan stared at her closely.
"You know, it's your character of always looking for the root of the problem that has led to everything that happened to you today."
Mandala hummed without even looking at Fan.
Fan was silent for a moment after hearing this, "Go back, at least you still have hope of living."
He shook his head.
"Haha, you can't even protect yourself, and you still care about the life and death of others."
Mandala sneered.
"Where are we going?"
Fang chose to change the topic at the right time.
"Go wherever you can, it's better than staying here."
Mandala replied without thinking.
"Wake me up when you are tired."
Fan turned sideways and was about to fall asleep.
Since Mandala was unwilling to reveal the reason, he would not delve into it.
Anyway, the outcome of the matter would not be worse than it is now.
Mandala turned his face and shook his head gently, "You can fall asleep at this time.
I don't know whether to praise you for your strong nerves or to say that you don't know how to live or die."
What responded to her was Fan's gentle and rhythmic snoring.
Mandala turned the steering wheel, looked up at the endless road in the distance, and suddenly smiled, beautiful and deadly.
At this time, in the main city of Death Angel, the crazy shouts of killing gradually weakened, and the roar of gunfire and bullets also became calmer.
Piles of corpses fell all over the street, and even the small waterways on the street were soaked with flowing blood.
Fan's escape accidentally triggered a fierce battle between the two forces in advance.
But judging from the current results, the two sides, both of whom were somewhat ill-prepared, would not be able to tell the winner for a while.
Yang Feng casually broke the neck of a senior cyborg, and then threw his body forcefully into the crowd, knocking down dozens of soldiers.
His bronze skin was covered with charred ash, and the clothes on his upper body hung like strips of cloth, and his strong muscles undulated slightly with his breathing.
"Stop it, Yang Jie, you will never win."
Yang Feng shouted disdainfully.
"Yang Feng, you despicable bastard, you self-righteous idiot.
That's it for today, but let's wait and see who is the real winner."
Yang Jie's voice came out through the loudspeaker.
"Hmph."
Looking at the enemies retreating like a tide, Yang Feng snorted.
Then he took over the clothes and brand new headsets given by the soldiers.
"Mandala, how are you doing?
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Is everything going well?"
Yang Feng asked.
But what answered him was silent silence.
"Mandala" Yang Feng's brows began to frown.
“Mandora” almost growls until the end.
"Sir," a senior reformer rushed over.
He quickly leaned into Yang Feng's ear and whispered a few words.
"boom" Yang Feng was furious and crushed the hard ground with his foot, "Traitors are all traitors and deserve to die.
I will make you pay a heavy price." s: This volume is finished.
The next volume is titled, Another World.
In this volume, various social forms, various organizational alliances, various transformations of human beings, a broader and more exciting world besides the Angel of Death will be revealed to everyone.
The current volume is different from the slightly depressing first volume.
It will have a completely new tone.
This is the thin hair after a long accumulation, and it is also the beginning of Brahma’s real rise in the end of the world: