2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the commercial center, the arched glass sky suddenly shattered, and countless glass fragments fell like raindrops, with a human figure among them.

"boom!"

There was no buffer at a height of tens of meters, and the figure just hit the floor hard, and the smooth tiles around it instantly shattered into a huge spider web.

"damn it..."

The man just cursed in a low voice, and then climbed up nimbly, without looking injured at all.

This is a man who looks to be about 30 years old. He is tall, has short black hair, and has a resolute face. He is wearing a black combat uniform of the Special Branch.

"It's endless."

He exerted force on his legs, and his figure instantly shot out like a sharp arrow. Almost at the same time, the sky flashed with blazing white light, and a thick thunder struck where he was originally, making a deafening explosion.

From the broken dome, a dark, deformed monster swooped down.

There are eight pairs of filmy wings mixed with blood on its back. It has no upper limbs, its thigh muscles are thick and thick, its feet are very wide, the joints on the top of its feet are prominent, and the sharp nails at the end shine like metal.

This is a black-winged ghost, and it is also an eight-winged elite black-winged ghost.

"Squeak!"

The monster soon found its target, opened its mouth and let out a piercing scream.

The eight dark wings behind it flapped in unison, and a violent airflow instantly gathered, then rushed forward like a wave, carrying the broken glass and ceramic tiles on the ground.

The display windows of the shops on both sides were shattered, and countless products and furnishings were sucked into the airflow, spinning and flying forward together.

"Damn it..." When the man turned around and saw this scene, his spine went cold. He broke through the glass and rushed into a nearby store without hesitation.

"Crash!"

Almost in the next second, the hurricane carrying debris washed away the entire corridor mercilessly. The man hid behind a load-bearing pillar in the store and dug his fingers into the wall to prevent him from being sucked away.

The sounds outside gradually subsided, and the flood-like wind finally passed.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hands and sat on the ground.

In the previous hour, he had been on the verge of death almost every minute. At this time, his physical strength and spirit were almost at their limit.

At this moment, there was another noise from the corridor outside, as if something sharp was rubbing against the floor.

The man's heart suddenly rose, and he quickly scanned the environment of the store, trying to find an exit similar to a back door.

He found it quickly, but he didn't move. Instead, he suddenly looked down at his hands with an expression of disbelief on his face.

If this was a horror movie, all the viewers would probably have started scolding the screenwriter and director. Why should the characters be in a daze at a moment of life and death?

The man turned around and put his hand on the load-bearing pillar with some hesitation. Then a strange scene happened. The ten finger-sized potholes were quickly filled up, and there seemed to be no trace of damage on the surface.

The harsh sound of sharp objects scraping against the floor was getting closer and closer, but the tension and solemnity on the man's face was no longer there, but a look of helplessness.

"You bitch, you've been chasing me for so long, it's time for me, right?"

...

On an empty street, in a car parked on the side of the road, a middle-aged man who was half lying in the back seat with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

Wu Shisan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, seemed to feel something and turned around to look over: "Are you recovered?"

"Almost." Yan Yiming nodded: "Take me back."

"Okay." Wu Shisan nodded and turned on the automatic driving system in the car.

The two of them were not completely idle during that period. Wu Shisan went to a nearby store and found an emergency medical kit. He further treated Yan Yiming's injuries and fixed his broken right leg with a splint.

The internal communications of the Special Branch Bureau are still cut off. They cannot contact other members of the Shanlan team. However, through the monitoring system, they can see that Lan Yan, Qingfeng and Tianshou have reunited and jointly solved the two mature mutants. , as for the rock lion, he was chased to a farther block, but fortunately his vital signs were still active.

The Gray Mountain detachment that went to another city to deal with the Titan King had already suffered casualties, but it could still barely hold on.

The lost contact with the Ebony Detachment has not been restored for a long time, and the army's advance support force is still on the way. The current situation is still very critical...

"Huh? What's wrong?" At this time, Yan Yiming suddenly noticed that although the automatic driving system had been turned on, the car had not started.

"Yan Ju, look ahead." Wu Shisan frowned slightly and pointed forward.

Yan Yiming looked in the direction she pointed and saw a figure running towards him at the intersection of streets ahead.

He looked like a young man who was not very old. He was not wearing the black combat uniform of the Special Branch. Could it be that he did not have time to catch up with the evacuated civilians?

No, no, why would civilians run in the direction of a king-level mutant?

"Be alert, the other party may be an enemy." Yan Yiming narrowed his eyes.

Wu Shisan shook his head: "No, I know him..."

"Why is it him!?" She was interrupted mid-sentence by a middle-aged man yelling in the back seat.

Just after Yan Yiming said that he might be an enemy, he suddenly felt that the figure was inexplicably familiar, so he used the tactical intelligence pupil equipped by the Special Branch to enlarge the area.

As a result, his heart stopped at this glance. Shouldn't that guy be dealing with low-level alien species with his colleagues in the branch elsewhere? Why are you running towards the king-level alien species?

Yan Yiming stuck his head out of the car window, scratched his neck and roared: "Why the hell are you here!!"

Even Wu Shisan, who had a cold personality, was a little shocked. She had almost never seen the man in front of her look so gloomy.

Even if his ability was sealed, even if he was seriously injured, he could still stand calmly and steadily in front of the king-level alien. However, at this time, just seeing the intern from the Haicang District Branch suddenly lost control of his emotions.

How is this going?

Yan Ju only has one son, who could this young man be? His nephews?

"Hey, brother!" The figure in the distance also noticed this place, jumped up and down happily, and waved vigorously.

Wu Shisan's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at the man in the back seat with slight surprise.

Yan Bureau has an older brother who has been sleeping for many years due to an accident. This is not a secret in the Special Branch, but not everyone knows that his brother has recently woken up.

Yan Yiming looked at her expressionlessly: "Why, do I still want to make an announcement about this matter and have everyone have a dinner together?"

"No, I just thought that you were in a good mood for a while." Wu Shisan turned his head knowingly.

This is the daily style of this Yan Bureau. Work is work. He treats everyone with a smile and rarely talks about personal matters in the Bureau.

"Drive a little further and pick him up." Yan Yiming sighed.

"Yes." Wu Shisan followed Shan Ruliu.

...

Yan Muyun opened the car door, sat down next to his brother, and then turned pale with shock: "Fuck...who hurt you like this?"

"Why are you here?" Yan Yiming's face was gloomy.

"What happened to you? Was it a sneak attack? Or is the king-level alien so strong?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened.

"I asked, why are you here?" There were veins pulsing in Yan Yiming's forehead.

Yan Muyun waved his hand: "Don't worry about why I am here..."

"You!" Yan Yiming's voice suddenly rose several times, almost roaring: "Why are you here!"

Yan Muyun was so frightened that he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Wu Shisan seemed to have turned into a lifeless doll at this time, sitting motionless in the front row, staring straight ahead.

After a few seconds of suffocating silence, Yan Muyun finally spoke: "Do you believe me?"

"What do I believe in you?" Yan Yiming said coldly: "If you are worried about me, there is no need. You will only become a drag on me here."

"Since I was a child, whenever I asked you to do something, would I always give you a convincing reason?"

"It's been so long, I forgot."

"When you were little, you always disobeyed your parents, but as soon as I told you to do it, your parents always thought you were afraid of me." Yan Muyun chuckled lightly and said:

"Mom asked you to do housework, but you didn't do it. I said if you go to mop the floor, you can decide what to play in today's one-hour game time, so you just went there. Dad asked you to participate in the competition. If you don’t want to go, I’ll follow you..."

"enough!"

Yan Yiming interrupted him almost rudely and pointed at his face: "Look at me, look at me carefully. Decades have passed, my parents are gone, and I am no longer your original self." That younger brother, I am now older than my father back then.”

"only you..."

He stared into his brother's eyes and said with deep sadness in his voice: "Only you are still living in the past."

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly and actually smiled:

"You may not be my original brother, but I am still your original brother."

Yan Yiming's expression froze.

"You just need to trust me like before. Although, I can't give you a convincing reason this time."

Yan Muyun reached out and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Anyway, just trust me. There must be a reason why I came here."