A shaped lightning flashed in the clouds, like an extremely arrogant silver dragon, with a bang in his ear, and the rain became heavier, hitting the window frame. The old man with a hat frowned and reached into his ear and dug it out, as if he had made some decision. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Use the Dead Army to let them deal with this, the invisible guy!"

It was raining heavily, especially heavy. Long Junchen was sitting in the car, Qingping was driving, and the two black wipers swung left and right like crazy metronomes, scraping away layers of rain on the windshield. The rain seemed to stick to the car window glass, and it couldn't be cleaned no matter how it was scratched, and the vision was hazy.

Qingping was a little numb and carefully observed the road conditions ahead. The lights were on the brightest, but Long Junchen closed his eyes like he was a ok person. Although there was nothing on his face, he always felt a little uncomfortable. Looking at the extremely gloomy sky outside the window, he always felt like something was going to happen!

Qingping drove the car carefully. He looked out the window. The visibility was really bad. Fifty meters away, it was a vast white area that could not be seen clearly. The raindrops were so dense that they seemed to be smashing each other in the air, and the water foam fell to the ground.

The sky was as dark as ink, and occasionally lightning hit the ground straight. There were not many cars on the road, and they were all crawling carefully with their headlights on. When they met, the drivers honked their horns hard, just like beasts meeting in the forest, baring their teeth and roaring. Suddenly, the speed of the car slowed down, and one car slowly groped forward. The sound of the horns in front of them sounded like a boiling kettle, and the red light of countless brake lights pierced the rain curtain, as if it was blocked.

Long Junchen felt the speed of the car slowed down and gave a wink at the emergency lane next to him. Qingping felt that it was not good to violate traffic rules, and they were not in a hurry. However, Long Junchen glared at him. Qingping did not dare to disobey Long Junchen's intentions. He immediately turned the steering wheel and directly cut into the emergency lane, splashing water and starting to gallop all the way! Qingping's driving skills are still very good. Under his control, the black sports car was like an iron catfish, swinging its tail just right, swimming freely in the traffic flow, and the splashing water became extremely beautiful! It was just a pain for those drivers who could not see the way ahead. After such a struggle, they could only stop in place and start cursing.

Immediately afterwards, Qingping changed lane, drove down from the highway, and entered a narrow path. The road was not too wide. The bumpy ground made the car start to bump violently. At this moment, Long Junchen's face suddenly changed, and the green blood vessels instantly jumped from the corners of his eyes, like a restless snake. His face always had the intoxicating smile that made him want to get pregnant. But on this path on a rainy night, his face tightened, as if the red and hot iron was splashed with ice water, which was extremely solemn.

"Stop, there is an ambush in front of you." Long Junchen spoke, just a very simple sentence. Qingping reacted quickly, and he stepped on the brakes immediately. In the next second, the sound of knocking on the window seemed to be outside, not like raindrops, but like a person. After a few seconds, the sound of knocking on the window became rapid. It was not one person, but three or five, and more and more figures gathered outside the car. They stared at Long Junchen and Qingping through the rain-covered car window, condescending, shining with a cold white light.

At the same time, at the far end of the dark path, the enemies hiding in the wind and rain of the night no longer hide their whereabouts. Accompanied by continuous footsteps, the sound of the soles of the boots stomping out, the sound of the sharp knife slowly pulling out the scabbard, the rustling sound of the blade shaving through the branches, hundreds of people wearing black raincoats slowly walked out, and the bodies of these people were all gray. They were actually all monks.

Long Junchen and Qingping slowly opened the car door. Long Junchen made seals with both hands and used the power of the dragon pattern in his body to force the black shadows to retreat around the car window. The energy of ice and fire forced the silver figure back. He looked straight and looked straight at the group of people opposite him. Qingping's legs were trembling. He looked at the black crowd gushing from all directions in panic, and his hands began to tremble slightly. He had never seen this scene before. Although he was born in MI6, he had never had any tasks with a high risk factor after all. In essence, he was still frugal and had not experienced strong winds and waves.

Long Junchen looked at Qingping's reaction and smiled slightly. He did not ask the MI6 official next to him whether he was afraid of such boring questions. He raised his arm and wiped the rain on his face. The breath in his body slowly began to mobilize. A powerful murderous aura slowly emerged from his body. Long Junchen simply raised his arm, and the crowd surrounding him was in a turmoil. It seemed that the surrounding scenery had changed because of Long Junchen's slight movement. The expressions of the brave men standing in the front row holding sharp blades were slightly stiff, and they subconsciously took a step back. This dangerous aura, even when they were fighting against foreign tribes, had never felt it. It was like a lonely wolf that had been hungry for many days!

When Long Junchen saw these people in front of him, he sneered in his heart. It seemed that these people were not Deadpools who were determined to die, and they were unwilling to use their own lives to stop him. Then this would be easy. Long Junchen thought in his heart, let's give you guys these colors. Long Junchen slowly reached out and held the hilt of the knife by his waist. At the moment when his slender fingers held the hilt of the knife stained with the hilt of the rain, the white light of the sword in the snow appeared, as if igniting the entire night. The blue shirt on his body slightly shook, and countless raindrops were shot into tiny gouache, like misty fog, like mermaid tears, like rain clouds in the sky.

?The gentle smile of Long Junchen suddenly became murderous in this moment, as if he had become another person. The cold raindrops around him seemed to feel something, shaking, tilting and silently avoiding it. None of them dared to wear the blue shirt, as if they were shocked by the strange and inexplicable aura on Long Junchen.

Long Junchen took action in silence, like a black light disappearing in the rainy night. Those people couldn't see their faces clearly, but one and two roared, as if they were raising their courage. They shouted and rushed towards Long Junchen. Qingping, who was standing behind Long Junchen, finally understood the words of the Grand Commander. The blood shed because of him was because these people wanted to kill him. From the beginning, the Grand Commander had never planned to kill anyone else.
Chapter completed!