Demon Thunder

The image became chaotic, and General Yate withdrew his arm, "He is going to attack the Oriental Pearl Tower during the Jinjing Summit."

"Bastard!" The high-level shouted angrily, "Didn't you investigate before the recruitment of Yate's agents? He looks like a lunatic now, an anti-social lunatic! How much trouble are you going to cause for the Asian Union?"

"Thunder didn't have any criminal records before, and the mission completion has been maintained at the S level, without any signs of anti-sociality," the general explained blankly, and the senior executives of the Asian League sneered, with an ugly face.

The Japanese samurai who had sat silent for a long time glanced at him for the first time, "Thunder failed in his last mission, but his failure rate has only risen to [-]%, and he is still the current record holder for the success rate of the mission... I I think he might be confused by something, like hypnosis, or an ancient spell." In a world where birdmen and supernatural powers are flying all over the sky, anything is possible.

"I don't want to know the reason now. I want to see him in prison before the summit, understand?"

"Understood," the general's formulaic smile appeared on his finely crafted male face, the senior executives of the Asian Union stood up, walked in front of him, and asked while buttoning up his suit jacket: "General, I heard that W The humanoids created by the improved plan have no feelings at all, so why don't you just use robots? What are you doing with a human brain?"

"Prevent me from being too strong to destroy you, sir, my weakness is your fortress," the general raised his head, the expression on his face was a perfect smile calculated thousands of times, which seemed to be full of deep meaning.

"Hmph, very good, those scientists from country Z in Yate have very good ideas, I hope you won't let us down," the man pushed down his glasses and turned to walk out the door, his mouth cracked in a low voice, "Yat. ..just call it Zhongte...they are all monsters from Country Z..."

On the third day of Thunder's betrayal of Art, the main block of another metropolis was swept by lightning, and three entire blocks were pitch black and covered with charcoal.

A thin figure, walking on the street, his original battle uniform was torn in tatters, he wore a black overcoat on his back, his hair was combed to one side, and a few strands of hair hung on his forehead, every step he landed could be heard The sound of electric shocks.

Lei Ting wandered back and forth in this empty city where everyone had evacuated, casually picked up a rabbit doll on the side of the street, looked at the burnt corpses on the ground and frowned, "... I'm sorry, I have loved all of you, each and every one of you, are you willing? I love you." He slowly knelt down on the ground, with his hands on the hot asphalt, leaned over and kissed the ground lightly corpse.

"Didn't you say you were going to attack the Jinjing Summit? Why did you burn this place?" A Japanese samurai appeared on the side of the street, holding a gun in his hand, half of his face was blocked by his hair.

"Zekou...you are still as beautiful as before..." Lei Ting stood up holding the rabbit doll, "But it seems...a little old? How long have we not seen each other?"

"Three days, it's your turn to answer my question."

Lei Ting hugged the doll in his arms and held the rabbit's head, "I'm a bad person, what I say doesn't count..." The rabbit was torn apart by the electric current and turned into ashes, "Are you here to catch me?"

The samurai didn't speak, staring at him as he unsheathed his sword,

Lei Ting raised his eyebrows, "Zekou, are we friends?"

"Not really."

"Really?" Lei Ting's eyes widened in disbelief, "But I remember, I gave you chocolates on Valentine's Day, and I even wiped your sword for you... Oh no, yours is a knife, I really think you It seems to be getting old, Sawaguchi, you should pay attention to maintenance. Even if the salary is not high, you are still a woman. After you can’t find a boyfriend in your thirties, there is no hope. You understand what I’m talking about? Women forty tofu Scum, you are almost scum, don't think about life..."

"Shut up!" Zekou's blade struck the top of Lei Ting's head in an instant, and he silently closed his mouth, pursing his lower lip in frustration, "I thought we were friends."

Zeguchi struck down without hesitation, a strong electric current surged up from the tip of the knife, and in the blink of an eye, the knife in her hand flew out, melting into a puddle of molten iron and splashing on the ground.

Lei Ting glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It might hurt..."

The samurai screamed a few times, watching his lower body mingled with other charred corpses on the ground.

"It hurts, right?" The devilish figure squatted down, with a smile on his face.

"Why did you betray us?" Zeguchi lay on the ground unwillingly, Lei Ting stood up and looked down at her, "Shh, you are dying, stop talking..."

"Hum..." The surrounding air trembled, Thunder glanced at the sky, and Art's headquarters stopped in the sky, forming a huge shadow, covering the scorched dead city on the surface.

Eight years ago

"You'd better be quiet, this is the headquarters of Yate, not your high school sorority," a bloated middle-aged woman spoke broken Chinese, followed by a [-]-year-old youth.

"You live here," the woman pushed the room card into the young man's hand after opening the door, "the next door to you is a corpse king, you'd better not wake him up during the day."

"Huh? I won't, don't worry," the young man raised his eyebrows with a swearing look, and the woman looked at him distrustfully.

"Uh...I have to clean up, can you leave for a while?"

"Okay, don't cause trouble, the general will come to see you later."

"General? General Yate?" The young man's voice rose a few decibels, and the woman looked at him dissatisfied, "If you wake up that Quebec corpse king, I don't care if you get eaten."

"I'm sorry," the young man scratched his head in embarrassment, his eyes suddenly became active when he looked in front of him, "You are Nanako Sawaguchi? I saw you on the news, where is your knife? Can you sign it for me? I The classmates all like you."

"Stay away from me," the samurai said in fluent Chinese, with an indifferent expression.

"Oh...you are so cool, you are the same as in the news, I thought you would be different in reality," the young man chattered and dragged the samurai to talk, the door of the next room suddenly opened with a bang, and a The man with a pale face came out frowning, "Do you want to let the zombies sleep in broad daylight?"

The young man froze for a few seconds, then rushed over in a few steps, "Live? Live Kuiba! You are Kuiba Longming? Can you suck blood? What do you eat? Can you eat people? You catch it yourself or you are the chef of Yate. Help you prepare?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll eat you for lunch," Long Ming squeezed out a few words through his teeth with gloomy eyes.

"Uh... I'm sorry, you continue to sleep, I won't disturb you," the young man smiled shyly, and then saw a super agent of Yate again, "Ah! You are Lie Yan, where is Snow Maiden? Aren't you two partners? Can you sign me together? My name is Thunder, this is a nickname, because I can discharge, I mean prickly prickly, not another discharge, what's wrong with you? Your hair is burning, is it okay? It looks painful... Do you want to try my electric therapy? It's quite comfortable, almost like a massage... Do you usually do cupping? Is it very convenient? Will Snow Maiden melt when she's with you?"

"Have you said enough?" The woman next to him who was leading the way interrupted him impatiently, "The general is behind you."

"Are you lying to me?" The chattering young man turned around and suddenly stopped talking.

"Welcome to the Asia Secret Service, I'm Yate." The tall man stretched out his hand, the young man swallowed, and shook hands in a panic.

"I...I...I am Lei Ting," the chatter suddenly stammered.

The general's formulaic smile seemed to exude some strange radiance, "Hello, Thunder."