Cough cough It is said that seven days of pigeons will lead to readers' investment failure, so I will continue with the strong code in one chapter.

Then the pigeon__

Fuge's face was not very good.

He had just died in front of the supersonic portable air defense missile. With zero parachuting experience, he jumped down from a height of 400 meters, and then fluttered in the cold wind at night for more than a minute, and finally fell uncontrollably into a dark and unmanned alley.

It's okay for a person, but his butt hurts a little.

Of course, this minor injury is nothing.

As an outsider who has not been parachuted at all, he was able to land alive on the ground in an emergency where he was just now when he was on the shelves. Fuge was so moved that he wanted to buy a few atonement books to fulfill his wishes to God.

But he wasn't happy either

I survived, but it is not certain how long I can live:

I don’t know where the phone fell during the skydiving, and there was no way to find the whereabouts of my companion.

Walk out of the dark alley, there is a relatively wide street outside.

The street has become a bit dilapidated and old, but it is still bustling and lively:

Cars come and go, pedestrians come and go, and the shops and supermarkets on the roadside are quite popular. The atmosphere is so warm that it makes people feel that the street lights that have been aging for a long time are much brighter, and the digging and repaired road surfaces are much more pleasing to the eye.

But these excitement belong to others.

The lively scene in front of him not only made Fuge feel at ease, but also made him extremely nervous:

The destruction of the helicopter means that the enemy is prepared for a long time and they may appear by their side at any time.

Now every stranger who appears on the street may become the messenger of death that will put him in desperate situation in the next second.

"Damn it"

"Where did Bugalati and the others go?"

"If I go to the Colosseum alone, I don't have a chance to run into the boss alone there!"

A hint of cold sweat appeared on Fuge's forehead.

Although he has made great progress and has even successfully become the "online boss" of the organization, he has not been able to completely eliminate the fear of the boss himself that has been rooted in his heart for years.

This fear was not weakened after the exposure of Diapolo's stand-in intelligence, but was vaguely worsened by the nearly unsolvable stand-in ability of the Scarlet King.

At this moment, Fuge was standing on the edge of the road, standing next to the broken road that was blocked by the cordon and had not yet been repaired, and he had not moved for a long time.

While observing everything around him nervously and carefully, he thought about how to meet with his companions as soon as possible.

finally

"Fuge?"

An extremely familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Naranga? Why are you here!"

Fuge turned his head suddenly, and a surprise burst out in his eyes:

He happened to meet a pillow when he was sleepy. He never thought that his lost companion could appear by his side so quickly.

"call"

Nalanga exhaled a long sigh, as if he was very tired:

"The umbrella I jumped behind you was blown to the same direction as you."

"You didn't see it. I kept floating behind you, and almost landing on the nearby roof at the same time you landed."

"And then I ran down the rooftop all the way and ran here to meet you."

"So that's great!"

Unlike Li Qing, Giorno and Apaki who had just met for two days, Nalanga is a close friend of life whose status is second only to Bugalati in Fuge.

With such familiar and reliable companions waiting by your side, even in this cold and strange city, Fuge inexplicably no longer felt nervous on this crisis-ridden night.

"Naranga."

"Did you see the direction of Bugalati and the others landing?"

Fuge couldn't help but ask about the whereabouts of the others.

“Didn’t notice it.”

"I've been following you all the time and don't know much about other people's situation."

Nalanga shook his head helplessly:

"It's probably too late to get along with others now."

"We should just find someone to borrow a car and set out for the Colosseum as Bugalati said."

"If it were Bugalati, he would definitely be able to wait for us at the end!"

"Too"

After rendezvousing with his companions, Fuge's mentality became much more relaxed.

He suppressed his fear of Diapolo, no longer guarded against everything beside him, and instead calmly analyzed the current situation:

"We should indeed leave here quickly."

"We just drifted in the sky for almost a minute, and after landing, we were wasting a lot of effort by being wrapped around our parachutes. It has been almost two minutes since then."

"If the enemy has cars or motorcycles, even if the speed limit of urban roads is up to 50km/h, these 3 minutes will be enough for them to follow the direction of our landing."

“150m”

In front of "Teacher" Fuge, who often teaches himself mathematics knowledge on weekdays, Nalanga habitually launched a quick answer.

""

"The bastard's answer is 2484 meters!!"

"Does I usually teach you how to count and cough cough?"

Fuge choked suddenly and endured it for a long time before suppressing his violent temper that appeared subconsciously.

In fact, he always suspected that half of his irritable temper was angry when he was teaching Nalanga mathematics:

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

"Anyway, this little time is enough for the enemy to move a lot of distance."

"If their location had been nearby from the beginning, the enemy might have even taken the lead in ambushing us."

"It is precisely because of this that I have been alert to the surroundings."

"I see."

After hearing this, Nalanga had no intention of thinking about mathematical problems:

"If this is the case, then the enemy hadn't arrived yet, or hadn't been there for a while."

"Since that's the case"

"Then I might be able to detect something useful."

Nalanga seemed to have thought of some way to detect the enemy and prevent attacks.

While he was calling Fuge to take care of finding someone to borrow a car, he summoned his own aviation Smith without hesitation and let the small plane swivel the propeller into the sky.

The carbon dioxide radar quietly turned on, and a large amount of detection information was presented on the virtual radar display in front of him at the same time for Nalanga to carefully analyze.

However, at this moment

"You don't need to detect it."

Fuge swallowed his saliva, and his voice suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Hmm?" Nalanga was slightly stunned: "What does it mean?"

He was confused in his heart, and suddenly he realized that the lights around him seemed to be brighter.

Not only did the light become bright, but the brightness is also increasing and increasing, illuminating the shadows of buildings that were previously trapped in darkness and the unmanned alleys. This is no longer something that light can do.

The dim light of the street lights was soon covered by a more dazzling golden light.

And the golden light gradually enveloped the whole circle, like a sun rising at dawn.

"what happened?"

Nalanga raised his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the golden light:

I saw that next to the road where the two stopped, in the place where the broken road was just now, a three- or four-meter-high tower "grown" at some point.

The tower was filled with a faint golden light, and the material was like metal or stone.

There are various complex patterns and patterns on it, which look like the legacy of an ancient civilization.

What's more eye-catching is

On the top of the high tower, where the spire of the tower should be built according to common sense, a huge and round golden disk floated out of thin air.
To be continued...