"Mr. Xia, I will feel sorry for you to live here tonight." Saracee led Xia Lei into a simple room and said politely.

Xia Lei said: "You're welcome, it's pretty good here."

"Okay, I won't disturb Mr. Xia's rest." Saracee walked towards the door.

Xia Lei stopped him, "Mr. Saracea, send more people to patrol tonight, I am worried that the terrorists will take revenge."

Sarahe nodded, "Mr. Xia, please rest assured, I have already made arrangements."

"That's good." Xia Lei said.

After Saracee left, he brought the door and the room suddenly fell into darkness. There was no light or sound. The wind blew through the glass-free window and whimpered, and it felt like a woman was crying.

Xia Lei stood in front of the window, outside the window was a broken street. The wreckage of vehicles, buildings that were blown out of recognition by shells, and refugees curled up in the corners of the wall to shelter from the wind. Darkness enveloped all this, and the sad factor flowed in the air. People here could not see the sunshine and had no hope.

Two tears rolled out from his eyes. Xia Lei held back and didn't cry when he was in the street square, but at this time he could no longer control the sadness in his heart.

The main reason for this situation is that he absorbed a large amount of sad desire energy. There is also his own reason. With the evolution of the soul, his emotions have become more and more sensitive.

Suddenly, something glowed appeared in the dark night sky, dragging the fire tail toward it.

Xia Lei's eyes caught it, and then he shouted, "Arson!"

His voice was still conveying in the air, and his body had already knocked open the window without glass and jumped out of the room.

The room he lives in is on the third floor, and such a height is equivalent to the next step for him by ordinary people.

Saracea had arranged some guards to guard the building that was not seriously damaged. When those people heard Xia Lei's call to warn, they had not yet come back to their senses, Xia Lei had already fallen from the sky and appeared in front of them.

"Mr. Xia?" Before Sarahe had time to leave, Xia Lei jumped off the building and appeared in front of him. He was shocked.

A large group of guards holding tattered guns also looked at Xia Lei in surprise.

"Arson!" Xia Lei roared: "What are you still standing here? Hurry up and evacuate the civilians!"

As soon as his voice fell, a shell fell behind the building. With a loud bang, the whole building was trembling. The explosion shock wave swept over with cement pieces and dust. Several people standing at the door were immediately overturned to the ground and wailed.

"Enter the basement! Enter the basement!" Saracee came back to hissing and shouted.

Boom! Boom!

The shells flew over one after another, and the buildings fell down one after another. Some people who had no time to hide were also blown up by the shells, and fragments of the bodies were scattered around a radius of 100 meters.

Some people cried and some wailed, and the entire area where refugees gathered fell into fear and chaos.

This is the most evil thing that war, human beings can do.

Xia Lei sprinted towards the direction where the shells flew as fast as possible. A wind blew up from the street where he passed, and countless garbage was rolled up.

"No matter who it is, fire the refugee, I will kill him!" As the sprint was sprinting rapidly, such a voice appeared in Xia Lei's heart.

Boom!

A shell exploded beside Xia Lei, and shrapnel and cement pieces directly hit his body. His clothes instantly had thousands of holes, but his skin was as intact as before, and even a piece of skin was not broken. He had never tried to resist the bombing. This time he was tested now, and his body could not even tear open the shells!

Streets and broken buildings were left behind. In a minute, Xia Lei appeared in an area three kilometers away. His vision quickly locked in a parking lot, where several towed howitzers stood.

More than a dozen armed personnel were operating the howitzers, loading shells, firing guns, and looking very skillful. They all had black turbans on their heads, and black flags were also rubbed on the howitzers' positions. They were obviously accomplices of the terrorists who attacked heavy trucks at dusk.

At that time, Xia Lei did not chase the snipers of the terrorists. His purpose was to let the terrorists in the city know his methods and dare not attack the personnel, vehicles and supplies of the rescue association.

Now, the terrorists have given him a response, which is to fire in the refugee areas he has helped!

Many fortifications were built on the edge of the howitzer position, some were bulletproof walls made of sandbags, and some were defense lines set up by forklifts. Hundreds of terrorists gathered on an open space outside the howitzer position. There were dozens of chariots modified with pickup trucks parked on the open space, as well as some cheap motorcycles and cars.

An Arab man in his early fifties walked out of a door. He was not wearing traditional Arab clothing, but a suit. He was not wrapped in a headscarf, his hair was gray and not very long. He did not have a big beard unique to Arabs, and his chin was shaved cleanly with a razor. No one would suspect that he was a terrorist when he walked out like this. He looked like an ordinary white-collar worker, with a decent job and food and clothing.

Xia Lei's eyes had already locked in him. He had killed too many such people on the Star of Hope, and he could tell at a glance who was a good person and a bad person.

"Blow up that place for me!" The gray-haired Arab man walked to the edge of the howitzer position and shouted at the terrorist who operated the howitzer.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several more shells flew into the sky and flew towards the area where refugees lived.

"Do those sinners think they have waited for the savior? They were wrong. Only joining us is their only way to live." The gray-haired Arab man sterned: "Since they chose the Chinese boy, we don't have to give them time anymore. After the bombing, we killed the white pearls and killed them all!"

"Kill them all!" There was a response.

Xia Lei's eyes moved to an abandoned shop beside him, and then landed on a solid iron rod. He stretched out his hand, and the iron rod that was as high as his body flew into his hands. It felt heavy as if it was at least 50 pounds.

Xia Lei walked towards the parking lot with an iron rod.

"Who?" Someone noticed Xia Lei and asked.

Xia Lei did not answer and speeded up.

"Damn, he is not ours!" someone shouted, "Kill him!"

A searchlight installed on the top of a forklift suddenly lit up, and the bright light suddenly shone on Xia Lei.

Xia Lei's clothes were full of holes and had long been rotten. But his face was clean and clear under the light. The childish face of the sixteen or seventeen years old, black hair, and yellow skin, all of which are in line with a person's characteristics, that is, the magical boy!

"It's him! Kill the hard-bearded boy!" someone shouted in horror.

The one who made the voice was the sniper who released the animals!

Bang bang! Bang bang bang...

The gunshot suddenly rang out, not just one or two, but a large area. At this moment, at least two hundred guns fired in the direction of Xia Lei. If the bullets fired in one or two seconds were added together, the weight would be at least twice as much as Xia Lei's weight!

But no bullet could hit Xia Lei, all hovered in the air.

"Go to die!" Xia Lei roared, rushed in two steps, jumped up, and flew over the heads of dozens of terrorists blocking the entrance of the parking lot. At that time, the big iron rod in his hand swung over him.

Bang bang bang...

The unique sound of blunt objects hitting the body sounded, and terrorists flew up one by one. Some had their heads blew up with a stick, some had their necks twitched in two pieces, and some had their chests pressed against their backs!

With one stick, a bloody road appeared.

Xia Lei did not stop. When the corpse flew everywhere, he had already killed the terrorists in the world who operated howitzers. The big iron rod in his hand moved again, swinging a two-speed electric fan-like afterimage.

Bang bang bang...

One terrorists who operated howitzers flew up. This time, they all shot their heads, and none of them had a complete head.

The reason why Xia Lei killed the terrorists who operated howitzers first was very simple. If these people live for one second, they may fire one more shell, and refugees will be injured, bleeding, or even die!

In just two and three seconds, the entire howitzer position was cleared.

Xia Lei turned around and faced hundreds of terrorists and thousands of warheads hovering in the void.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, some of the warheads were still red, while others emitted lights, as brilliant as gold.

I don't know why, but the gunshot suddenly stopped.

Xia Lei walked towards hundreds of terrorists with a blood-stained iron rod, and the iron rod rubbed against the concrete floor to draw a rustling sound. His footsteps and the sound made by the iron rod brought fear to the life of this space no matter what it was.

Where is he a magical boy?

He is simply the god of death of the boy who cosplays!

A tattooed terrorist suddenly threw away the gun in his hand, and knelt on the ground, muttering, "Devil, Devil... The doomsday is really coming, the doomsday, the doomsday is coming..."

Xia Lei suddenly accelerated, and swung the big fifty-pound iron rod, and whipped it like a whip.

Bang!

The heads of a row of terrorists exploded instantly, and the brains, blood, bone fragments and so on flew in a mess.

"Devil!" The terrorists collapsed, turned around and started running.

The leader ran away between a group of terrorists. For some reason, he looked back.

Just at that moment

Whoosh!

The big iron rod suddenly opened and pierced through his eyes with a click, then emerged from the back of his head.

The leader of this group of terrorists was killed, but this was not the end of the killing, but the beginning.

The energy generated by fear spreads in this space and is extremely strong.

This is a feast for death.

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