Space-time SWAT

Before I knew it, it was morning.

Lu Zhaolin had been fighting continuously for more than five hours, his body was already soaked, and he was injured in many places while rescuing others.His shoulders, back, arms, and thighs were hit several times by beams and brick walls that suddenly collapsed, and he was also injured deeply by flowerpots, tiles, glass or ceramic bottles and jars that fell from high places. Blood oozed from the shallow opening, although he immediately took the medicine to stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation, but it still hurts when soaked in the water.

Not only that, his current body is not the original one, although he has been practicing since taking over, but after all, he started from scratch, so the refined energy is not much, and after several hours of consumption, there is not much left.Although he has been drinking the potion that increases Yuanli when no one is around, but because of his body's endurance, he can't take it in large quantities in a short period of time without restriction. Be cautious, and when the intake exceeds a certain standard, hide all the medicines and never give them to him again.

With no energy in his body to support him, Lu Zhaolin felt very tired, hungry and thirsty.He raised his head and opened his mouth, drank a few sips of rainwater, and then ran forward.

He reasoned that it should have been dawn at this point in time, but the sky was still as dark as ink.The thunder and hail stopped, making the world even darker and more oppressive.The strong wind was still howling, the torrential rain was still sweeping across the land, the floods flooded and submerged most of the city, countless buildings collapsed, and the number of casualties continued to rise.The raging water was full of all kinds of sundries and corpses of poultry and livestock, among them were men, women and children who died of drowning.

As Lu Zhaolin moved towards the center of the city, he searched for the living humans and animals around him.As long as he is still breathing, he will do everything possible to get it out, either to a strong roof or to a nearby temporary shelter.People, horses, mules, cows, donkeys, dogs, cats, even chickens, ducks, and geese, as long as they are alive, he will rescue them without discrimination.

Occasionally, he would stop to catch his breath and look up at the dark sky.

Although there are still purple-blue lightnings appearing from time to time in the clouds above [-] meters, and thunder is faintly heard, but it has gradually become thinner.The scale of the extreme weather was already diminishing, and it was clear that the equipment that created the disaster was running out of power.

Between the safety of millions of lives and the elimination of a terrorist, he finally chose to save people.Perhaps other special police officers would not choose this way, because they were born in the interstellar, and what they yearn for most is to be eligible to enter the Pangu God Realm at the core of the universe.It is true that for thousands of years, the earth has been the headquarters of the Space-Time Administration and the home of the special police, but the current state has nothing to do with the civilization that existed thousands of years ago.Just like in his previous life, he had no feeling for the Neolithic Age tens of thousands of years ago, and the humans of that era would not be regarded as the same kind by him at all.For him, those people can only be classified as ape-men.The same is true of the current special police officers. They must strictly follow the rules and regulations, respect human beings of any era when performing tasks, and protect intelligent life in that time and space, but they cannot empathize with the suffering of those people.If it is necessary to sacrifice the lives and properties of those people when chasing space-time criminals, fighting interstellar terrorist organizations, or completing missions, they will not hesitate to do so.Only like him, who once lived in the era when everyone was crowded on one planet, and recognized the Chinese nation from the bottom of his heart, when faced with a choice, he would first choose to save people.

For a time-space SWAT, this is not a wise decision, but it is the most humane choice.

Lu Zhaolin hated the culprit behind the disaster, but he couldn't leave those ordinary people who were powerless to face the disaster and pursue the culprit on his own.In the darkness full of danger, in the overwhelming wind and rain, and in the rising flood, his eyes were full of firmness, and he persisted in saving all living creatures.

He always acts alone.Sometimes he would meet a military team sent out for rescue, and he would ask these soldiers to help escort the victims he rescued to a nearby shelter or military camp outside the city, and then parted ways with them.Although no one seemed to notice him when he was walking in the dark, he never dared to slack off, even taking medicine, food, small tools and other things from the space, they were all covered very well, so as not to let him Anyone present notices.

However, it didn't take long for someone to notice him.

On the east side of the city center, there is a church that has just been built for three years, called John's Church.At this time, the bell tower on the top floor was brightly lit, and there were three people sitting or standing, looking very leisurely.

A tall middle-aged man with blond hair and gray eyes, wearing a priest's attire, looked out at the submerged city through the closed mosaic glass window.

A slender young man with black hair and dark eyes was wearing a black Tang suit embroidered with golden cloud patterns, sitting at the table, staring at the real-time surveillance video of Lu Zhaolin in the three-dimensional image.

A short, slender, gray-haired, brown-eyed young woman in a bead gray western-style dress sat at the other end of the table, keeping her eyes on what looked like a huge crystal ball on the table.

This giant crystal ball exudes colorful light, wave after wave of energy spreads towards the sky in a fan shape, and the strongest beam of energy goes straight into the sky.These energies are colorless and invisible, and cannot be seen with the naked eye. Only creatures with strong spiritual power can feel them.

Next to this radiant object, there is also a dull black device, which resembles a small disc-shaped antenna that is constantly rotating, and a stereoscopic display connected to it constantly displays various beams, data, and text, and at the same time The colors are changing, most of them are green, very few are yellow, and occasionally a line of purple appears.

The lady said: "I'm sure, it should be that young marshal, Lu Zhaolin."

The middle-aged man turned around, walked to the table, carefully looked at the purple data that kept appearing, and said indifferently: "Well, I'd rather kill the wrong one than let him go, let's kill him first."

The young man smiled relaxedly, "It just so happens that he is Lu Haocang's son, a lackey of the Qing government, and killing him can be regarded as paving the way for democracy."

The middle-aged man looked indifferent, "It doesn't matter what the reason is, the important thing is the result."

The young woman repeatedly looked at the flashing detection data, a little surprised, "Why can't our instruments detect his personal space?"

Taking these two instruments through the void, their organization paid a huge price, but now they found that they were useless, which shocked her so much that she couldn't believe it.

"What?" The middle-aged man was also surprised, a trace of surprise appeared on his expressionless face, his brows were slightly frowned, "Is there such a thing?"

"How is it possible?" The young man was also very surprised, "Isn't it possible? Last time in Rongcheng, we almost killed Mu Boming. At that time, the instrument was working normally."

There was a bit of interest in the cold and heartless eyes of the middle-aged man, "If that's the case, then don't rush to kill him, catch him, and let me study it carefully."

The young man patted the table lightly, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away. What about Mu Boming?"

"He's nothing special. He's just a normal space-time special police officer. A young man, a rookie of TASA, can be regarded as outstanding, and he has lived up to the outstanding talents sent by our organization to deal with him." The middle-aged man said lightly, "Kill it. Destroy his body, arrest his soul, and strip his space."

"Okay." The young man nodded, "I'll inform the blood epiphysis and the evil spirit, and let them do it right away."

"Hmm." The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then walked back to the window and continued to look at the dark city outside.

The young woman sitting at the table turned her head to look at his back, her bright eyes were full of fanatical reverence, "Master Yiba, we are here to find and rescue you. That Mu Boming is just an ant, how can he be worth it?" Did we spend such a high price to send so many people and equipment in?"

The young man also showed a bit of admiration on his face, "Yes, Master Yiba, we are here to support you. Killing the two special police officers is just a matter of course."

The middle-aged man turned his back to them, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his face softened as if wearing a hard mask, "Well, I remember all your achievements." He listened to the howling wind mixed with Screaming, crying, calling for help, cursing, etc., feeling the negative emotions such as gloom, darkness, despair, unwillingness, pain, resentment, hatred, etc., murmured intoxicatedly, "Listen, what a wonderful voice ah!"

The young man who was taking out the communicator from his pocket and the young woman who reached out to control the magnetic variable meter both smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's very beautiful."

For them, this world is just a lower plane, and a group of untouchables living in the warp are no different from animals.They are conceited, conceited, arrogant, indifferent, ruthless, and do whatever they want.All the disasters they created are like a moving drama in their eyes, and the crying of the people is like a beautiful hymn to their ears.

They have no humanity because they are a bunch of demons.

But they were too complacent, they never noticed that there was a very thin thread of mental strength sneaking in through the window, "watching" the situation in the room very carefully, and "listening" to their conversation clearly .This mental thread was extremely stable, and was not infected by the viciousness, contempt, cruelty, or cruelty in their words and deeds. It always stopped there calmly, and then slowly exited after listening to their conversation, disappearing into the darkness.