Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"Damn it, why did so many of these weird things suddenly appear!"

Raymond could no longer maintain his calm expression. He opened the window, thrust his submachine gun out, and started shooting while cursing.

It has to be said that although those guys in the equipment department have problems in their brains, their pursuit of weapon power has indeed reached a pathological level. The muzzles of the micro submachine guns continuously spray out high-powered bullets specially made for Fire Snakes, which fly out of the muzzles, tearing through the air with a shrill scream, and slamming into the rapidly rushing monsters. Each bullet can blow the monster it hits away, leaving a big hole on its body.

But Raymond's face was very ugly, because both Deadpool and these things called ghosts by Finkel had a very obvious characteristic, that is, their vitality was extremely tenacious. As long as they were not hit accurately on the head, they would recover quickly. Even if their arms and legs were broken, they would continue to fight fearlessly. They were extremely difficult to deal with. Although the weapons of the Equipment Department were enough to kill these monsters, the number of these monsters was too large for Raymond to concentrate on aiming. Just preventing them from getting close had exhausted him.

"These damn monsters!"

Raymond gritted his teeth and used all his strength to throw the smoking submachine gun in his hand out of the window. Then the two submachine guns exploded in front of Finkel's stunned eyes. The huge flames blew away all the ghosts within a radius of four or five meters, and many of them were missing limbs.

"No, guns can explode? Who came up with this idea?"

Finkel wanted to throw away the assault rifle in his hand, but seeing the dragon-blood monsters approaching, he could only choose to continue shooting in fear.

"This was the idea of ​​the Minister of Equipment, Alkadullah. He said he didn't want his weapons to be picked up and used by the enemy on the battlefield. But don't worry, as long as they are not triggered intentionally or the gun body temperature is too high, these weapons are still very safe!"

Raymond explained to Finkel as he took out another light machine gun from the armory.

"That makes so much fucking sense!"

Finkel was too tired to complain about the train of thought of those crazy people in the equipment department. Looking at the assault rifle in his hand that kept spewing fire snakes, he could only pray that it would not explode in his hands.

Just as Finkel and Raymond were struggling to resist the attack of the dragon-blood monster, Lu Mingfei's consciousness came to a very strange place.

"Where is this place? Am I dreaming?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head in confusion and looked at this strange place. He remembered that he should have been sleeping in the car, so how did he suddenly appear here?

Suddenly, the scene changed, and the originally frozen time began to flow. Lu Mingfei's gaze shifted involuntarily and looked towards the center of the scene, where there were four people. He remembered two of them. One was Yuan Zhisheng, who he had just met but who was a little unfriendly to him for some reason, and the other was the girl lying on the operating table.

"How is this going?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the girl lying helplessly on the operating table with confusion. He took a few steps forward to check on her, but was surprised to find that no matter how he moved, he was standing still, as if they were not in the same dimension and could not get any closer.

"How is this going?"

Lu Mingfei murmured to himself, looking at his own palm, with some vague guesses in his mind.

Looking up, it was like watching a silent pantomime. He saw the ugly old Deng's dry mouth opening and closing, but no sound could be heard. He could only see that as he spoke, Yuan Zhisheng, like a dead dog, seemed to have heard some information that was hard for him to accept. He was stunned, as if he had lost his soul.

But the ugly old man didn't care about it at all. Instead, he showed a sick smile on his face. The smile was wild and distorted, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

What happened next made Lu Mingfei a little confused. He saw the old man fanatically pushing Yuan Zhisheng and another girl whose face he could not see clearly towards the girl wrapped in white silk threads. The white silk threads around the girl seemed to have life and crawled along the ground to the two of them, wrapping them tightly like prey caught by a spider. Then the originally white silk threads turned blood red and extended to the white cocoon that wrapped the girl.

Then something happened that made Lu Mingfei feel creepy. The old man who looked like a clown excitedly inserted the two tubes inserted in the neck of the girl wrapped in silk thread into his own carotid artery. With the old man's excited and trembling expression, bright red blood flowed out through the tubes and then continuously injected into the old man's body. The old man's physical condition also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Is this some kind of witchcraft? Or is it alchemical technology?"

Lu Mingfei frowned as he watched this cruel scene. For some reason, a violent murderous intent was brewing in his heart, like a volcano about to erupt. Once it erupted, it would destroy the world.

"Sakura..."

Lu Mingfei seemed to hear some sound vaguely, but it seemed like an auditory hallucination and was very vague.

"Sakura..."

There was another sound, this time it was clearer, but I still couldn't make out what it was saying.

Lu Mingfei was sure that he was not hallucinating, so he pricked up his ears and carefully looked for the source of the sound. Finally, his eyes fixed on the girl who was entangled in silk threads and whose face could not be seen clearly. The murmuring sound seemed to be made by her.

"Sakura..."

The sound became clearer and clearer. Lu Mingfei stared at the girl. He was sure that the sound came from her.

"sakura!"

This time the sound was particularly clear and reached Lu Mingfei's ears clearly.

"Sakura?"

Lu Mingfei couldn’t believe his ears. It seemed that the girl was calling his online name. Moreover, this scene seemed to be inexplicably familiar!

Lu Mingfei felt a little depressed as he looked at the girl, as if someone important was about to leave him.

"Sakura!"

The slightly crying voice echoed in Lu Mingfei's mind like a huge bell. Pictures flashed before his eyes: buildings, taxis, game halls, sightseeing cable cars, and finally stopped at a red-haired figure with curved eyebrows and a gentle smile.

"sakura~"

The last call was full of regret, and then the scene in front of Lu Mingfei began to blur, and finally stopped at the girl in front of him who was motionless and entangled in white silk threads.

"Eriyi!"