There is no car in the underground parking lot.

Anyon stopped and stopped looking hard, pointing in a new direction, a heavy motorcycle appeared in the corner, the vehicle unlocked after the flashing lights.

“Beautiful car!”Hasna admires the car, a four-cylinder water-cooled 1200cc displacement, in the memory of Anyang, it belongs to the top motorcycle sports car configuration.

Anyang stepped on the motorbike and motioned, "Get in the car."

Hasna went to the back seat, one hand around his waist, the other with a microth rush, the loud sound of the heavy motorcycle reverberated in the vault, the front wheel wringing the throttle, the burning tire in situ steering, the brakes a loose car flew out.

The flexibility of the motorbike was best displayed in the vault, and the black people who surrounded them could not stop, and a acceleration left them behind, leaving only a group of fierce faces.

As he climbed to the ground, Anjan saw the other side—the prophet was fighting the man in black, his fist everywhere, the one who flew, the fallen enemy.

Angie looked back, no longer thinking.

After several consecutive turns, the motorbike briefly rushed out of the vault, the enemy followed closely, Hasna turned back, pulled the trigger, such as rain bullets overturned several motorcycles, and the out-of-control locomotive put down the rear.

Anyang accelerated along the flyover lane, his eyes were white, and he was flashed by the distant light!When he saw it, an SUV rushed in front of him and blocked the road completely.

The motorcycle team chasing behind the chase also surrounded the road, and Anyang only said: "Hold tight!"

The next moment the motorbike took off, he knocked out the horizontal bar of construction and repair next to it, rushed out of the gap, and below it was the black quiet lane, and the center of gravity fell straight to the ground.

After a few seconds of rumbling, the motorcycle fell heavily but did not turn over, the track crooked a few times, accelerated to leave, a group of people on the flyover stared at the direction he left.

...

The battle for the ground is in progress.

The prophet has bursts out all his strength, can face death calmly but does not mean that he can cast off the dignity of the higher creatures, fight until the last moment, and release his soul strength!

“Drink!”The prophet punched a group of people, and his mastery of the rules of this world has gone deep to a certain extent and returned to the truth.

In the space where the preoccupier is empty, in this space where the rules are bound, the space-time manager is not his opponent, and the consequences of the beastly beast are very serious.

The prophet looked at them contemptuously, “Is that all?”

The crowd stared at him in anger, suddenly brushing the road from which to separate, and the expressionless black-clad man stepped out steadily, every step of which seemed to be stepping on people's hearts.

"You wasted a lot of our time."The creator unbuttoned the suit.

"That's what I exist for."The prophet arouses a smile and can take advantage of the Creator, I am afraid there are few people in the world.

The Creator also expressed his appreciation for him: "I give you the opportunity to give it all."

The prophet was silent, and the whole man was fixed.

But they could all feel that a surging force was churning inside him, so that the manager was a little afraid, and his power finally coalesced in a little, like an arrow from the string to the Creator.

The Creator is still standing in the same place with two legs, and his expression remains unchanged.

The huge noise of the rumbling, the shock wave shook the air all round the ripples, and the surrounding managers were blown over by this overflowing force, which was untenable.

When the dust cleared and the air calmed down, all the managers stared at a little.

The Creator's hand caught the prophet's fist, and his face was still unknown, and the words of the final judgment came from his mouth and said, "You are still a little late."

The prophet bows his head and discovers that the hand of the Creator has penetrated his body, both in this space-time and when he is physically present, or the energy of other time and space-time people, are being destroyed.

“Why?”The prophets are unsatisfied and unsatisfied.

The Creator said, “The strength I have given you has no effect before me.”

...

On the way, Anjan shared the truth with Hasna.

As soon as he reaches the door of truth, he can reach the back door of the whole world, and all the truth will be revealed.What is the purpose?

“Is the truth important?”Hasna asked him.

"I want to live truly."Anyan said.

"You're so good."She held her hands on his back.

“Tired?”Anyang slowed down the speed, and the road ahead had no street lights and no dividing lines, as if everything was in an unfinished state.

"That's fine."She rubbed her back, "I still read the park a little bit, although it was the first time I went, but it was the home you prepared for us."

"There will be more, and I'm going to change all that."

“Hmm.”

Anyang did not see her look of sleep, he was just thinking about getting rid of this pile of trouble quickly, in fact, to know the truth or not, in his heart is not so important.

He only wants to be with her, normal people as stupid to live until the end of the old, there is nothing wrong, ignorance is also a kind of happiness, although the heart may not be relieved.

Thinking about these things, the night was suddenly illuminated.

The searchlights shot down from the sky illuminated the ground, and they were exposed in the night, a roaring helicopter behind them approached, the plane’s hatch opened, and the cold creator looked at them.

“It is them!”Hasna turned back with a gun, and the muzzle of the gun flashed with fire.

Bullets hit the helicopter, but the submachine gun was difficult to do damage to the helicopter, even if one or two of them could hit it did not help.

The Creator has come into contact with the laws of space, and physical attacks are difficult to work.

“Don’t worry about them, hold me tight!”Anyang body pressed forward, the throttle in the end, the speed of the motorcycle suddenly soared, and the ears were full of whirling strong winds.

Hasna threw away the gun, hugged him, and closed her eyes.

She hopes this moment will be longer.

But the helicopter followed closely, it lowered the height of the swooping, the creator's feet had been stepped on the landing gear, and when the distance was enough, he swooped.

Anyang did not expect the other party so bold, the body only crooked to the left, the creator has jumped on him, hit them.

It was hit at high speed, and the motorcycle lost its balance and rolled over.

Whether it is the car or people thrown out, the speed on the road is constantly rolling, Anyang can feel the fierce friction between the clothes and the ground, and the hot pain stimulates the nerves.

The world’s rule-repression of outsiders is so severe that Anyon, a higher creature, rarely feels pain, but today it is completely restored to him.

Suddenly, his head hit the guardrail, and his eyes were black and he lost consciousness.

“Get up!”

Hasna's anxious voice echoed in his mind, and Anyang, who was caught in greed and sleep, suddenly woke up, and tried to open her eyes, and saw the parts scattered around him, the oil on the ground.

A pair of leather shoes on the ground were coming towards him, and Anyang raised his head a little, and saw an expressionless face, and he went to Anyang.

Anyang tried to get up, but the other side's feet were on his shoulders, and the force attack was accompanied by a blow to the law of independent space, which made him lie on the ground.

Anyang did not give up, stretched his hands, grabbed the opponent's ankle, and tried to bring it down to his bosom - not moving, the creator kicked him away.

The Creator said, "You're just struggling to be unnecessary."

"I don't want to live foolishly."Anyang struggled to get up, sat on the ground, and looked straight at the Creator, who was not safe and unharmed.

Behind him, Hasna followed up, holding a dagger in her hand.

“Do not come here!”Angie anxiously told her.

“This is our chance!”Her voice was indisputable.

"I have given you the opportunity to enjoy peace."The Creator did not notice the movement of the back, "Yet you are not grateful, but you are trying to upset the balance."

Unable to stop Hasna's actions, Anyon tried to attract the Creator's attention: "We just want to know the truth."

“The truth?”The Creator sniffed and looked around with open arms, “What a wonderful place here, orderly, progressive, intelligent civilization on the path of self-realization and gain!”

“What can the truth give you?”The Creator’s tone changed and he laughed, “Is it moving towards the broken world of death?”Lost hope and life in the universe?“Souls struggling on the brink of death?”

He leaned down and came coldly: "The truth you are pursuing is only despair!"

Hasner was quietly approaching him.

An Yang’s face was a panic, and he stepped back: “The real world is worse than here?”

“I have created heaven for you!”The Creator straightened up and said, “But you want to pursue hell, arrogant creatures!”

Hasna's dagger stabbed his back-heart—

But the Creator turned without warning, and her hand clasped her wrist tightly, and thrust the tip of the knife into her chest, with a taunt on her face, “Do you believe I used to know?”