Outside the door, Feng Sheng glanced at Han Guang opposite him.

He was fully armed like himself.

Gas mask, black chemical protective suit covered with full body, infrared night vision device, including automatic rifle in hand.

All this was prepared for the prey in the room.

Because I had despised this little girl who was less than ten years old before, the Kuangran Pian had already paid a huge price. This house was like a bottomless black hole, and would quietly devour all living things that dared to spy and break into this place.

"If it weren't for the boss, we might never have known that little guy's luck." Feng Sheng said with emotion.

"But then again, how did the boss know her luck?" Han Guang asked softly.

"The less we know about the boss, the better. We just need to work." Feng Sheng said naturally: "The boss is a man destined to be a god. No matter what he does, I will only feel it for granted."

"You should have cleared this mission."

"The little guy inside has killed six of us, so don't think about capturing us alive this time, just kill us on the spot and take her body away."

Han Guang nodded.

He reached out and grabbed the door handle.

Of course it can't be opened.

But then, the door handle made of steel and plastic instantly became red and hot.

First, the plastic softens and melts, and then the steel begins to turn red.

The wax-like plastic parts began to drip down, emitting an unpleasant odor, and the steel began to become redder.

Until it eventually softens like a candle.

Han Guang held the steel that was thousands of degrees Celsius, as if he was holding the hand of his beloved woman.

The woman's hand soon turned into dripping liquid in his hand, dripping downwards, and then condensed into small technical particles like water droplets.

Almost in a moment, the entire lock was destroyed by high temperature, but nothing seemed to have happened except the object in the range that Han Guang touched.

Of course, everything has happened.

Han Guang gently pushed the door, and the door that had lost the protection of the door lock was pushed open lightly, while Feng Sheng rushed in at that moment, and the automatic rifle in his hand had already begun to shoot at the dada spot inside the house.

His movements were simply invisible.

But he can accurately deliver the bullets to all places he wants to deliver them.

Almost instantly, he had exhausted all the bullets in the first shuttle.

And most of the bullets were hit on a shabby wardrobe.

"I didn't expect it." Feng Sheng looked at the wardrobe that was already full of holes, looked at the bright red blood flowing out from below, and said with satisfaction.

His voice seemed muffled through the gas mask.

"The hypnotic phosphorus feathers of Butterfly Princess need to be absorbed into the body with physical texture to produce effects, while optical invisibility through changing colors can be detected by infrared rays."

"Although a lot of luck has power that is hard to defend against, such as your luck."

"But as long as you understand in advance and target in advance, all this will be futile."

At this moment, a man's voice came from the closet: "Really?"

As the sound rang, he pushed the door out of the closet, and his body had become ragged and riddled with holes. After all, most of the bullets of this automatic rifle were poured on him.

But he had no scars on his body.

"Your luck is also quite interesting. It's so fast, but it still has such high accuracy. As expected, all luck is very interesting." Bu Fang said to Feng Sheng.

Of course, in Bu Fang's eyes, all the looks of the man in front of him were hidden in the gas mask and infrared eyes.

Feng Shengze had no interest in talking to the other party. Before, he was just sure to win and posted his own winning statement. However, at this time, after the victory flag was pulled out by Bu Fang, he could only look for victory again.

"Han Guang." He spoke softly, just saying two words.

Before he finished speaking, Han Guang, who had been guarding outside the door, had appeared behind Bu Fang at some point. He reached out and grabbed Bu Fang's two wrists.

At the same time, Bu Fang also felt a high fever coming from his wrist that made him feel unbearable.

"Han Guang's lucky name is the furnace. He can raise the problems of any object he comes into contact with and finally reach their boiling point." Feng Sheng saw that he was sure of victory, and couldn't help but say lightly: "And correspondingly, the wish he made was to make me disappear in this world."

"In this way, almost everyone will unconsciously ignore his existence, as if he is not in front of you at all."

"So even if you say he just walked quietly by your eyes, you didn't realize his existence at all."

"What about you?" Even though both hands were restrained, Bu Fang still asked Feng Sheng with interest.

Because Han Guang's ability is relatively easy to understand, while Feng Sheng is much more difficult.

"My lucky name is Hummingbird. As you know, hummingbird can flap its wings nearly a hundred times a second to maintain the hovering of its body in the air. I, who is lucky, can increase my metabolic nerve reaction speed to ten times that of ordinary people, and thus have speed and accuracy far exceeding yours." Feng Sheng said lightly: "Compared with you novices, we are the real elites."

"Really?" Bu Fang felt that his wrist was already burned a little. The pain of burns was unbearable for anyone, and the temperature Han Guang was now exerted was far from the extreme heat that ordinary flames could reach.

So for Bu Fang, it is a bit difficult now.

But because of this, he could ask Feng Sheng a little more questions.

"You only talk about your luck, you haven't mentioned your wish yet."

"It's better not to say this." Speaking of this, Feng Sheng was unwilling to have too much entanglement with Bu Fang.

"Why haven't he burned his hands yet?" Feng Sheng said to Han Guang behind Bu Fang.

"There shouldn't be anything you can't burn in this world."

Han Guang was sweating heavily on his head.

He has tried his best to increase the temperature of his hands.

You know, his luck is called a furnace, which can create high temperatures that melt any object, but he has never encountered such a situation as it is now.

At this time, the temperature between his hands had exceeded the range of thousands of degrees, reaching a high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius. At such a temperature, almost no material could resist it. Even the most heat-resistant ceramics could easily melt it into magma mud. But now, the man in front of him could endure this level of temperature with a constant expression.

"You were the ones who answered my questions before, so now, let me answer your questions for now."
Chapter completed!