one thousand four hundred and twenty-three

Now is not the time to ask spaan "why".

Sometimes she still remembers that day, when she and spaan were sitting alone in a room in the arsenal, he once pointed out the window and said, "the Arsenal will be mine" - Lin Sanjiu always thought what she saw in his eyes was ambition, and today she found that she was wrong.

Looking back at him, spaan still smiled, but it was quite different from his usual tenderness. It was a sharp, almost resolute pleasure, as if it was a teenager who had just retaliated against the world a little bit - as long as he could make the other party feel pain, he didn't care how much trouble he had caused in the process, nor what kind of investigation and consequences he would cause.

"What are you going to do to him?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help asking. "What is unconditional recovery?"

"As one of the combat forces cultivated by the arsenal," the woman smiled, and the peacemaker temperament suddenly melted a little. "Arsenal has the right to dispose of all its resources and itself. Even if no matter what he has, just studying and dismantling an evolutionist like him... Well, it can benefit a small organization for a long time."

Obviously, he is a living man with warm flesh and blood, but he is described as if he were just a collection of resources. Lin Sanjiu felt that he suddenly understood a little about spaan's action - if she could hold the collar of the twelve organizations with one hand, she would also fan down the arrogant face of the other party without hesitation.

"So it is," Lin Sanjiu's palm was itched by the torrent of blood, "then if we remove the twelve tissues, can we benefit for life?"

Before the woman could answer, she turned to spaan and smiled softly, "this kind of good thing doesn't call me."

Spaan looked at her with a faint surprise - and then smiled as if relieved by her understanding.

The next second, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help falling to the sofa behind him.

She realized what had happened when she was about to fall back on the sofa cushion. When no one paid much attention to the exhibit sofa, a long arm stretched out from the sofa cushion, held her waist firmly like a steel ring, and rolled her down to the narrow gap between the sofa cushions; Spaan's reaction was not unpleasant, but when he just stretched out a hand to Lin Sanjiu and wanted to catch her, the woman had come behind him and gently leaned towards spaan's throat.

Before seeing any friend encounter an accident, Lin Sanjiu hopes that he can be crushed in the battle first.

She suddenly turned her hands back and grabbed the arm, and the [painting style upgraded version of a Ding] immediately started - the arm was instantly exploded into a misty rain of flesh and blood, and her back was splashed with blood; Almost without any pause, she pushed the sofa and jumped up again, straight to sparan and the woman behind him.

When she rushed up, and when spaan grabbed her back at the same time, the woman would have disappeared without a trace. Everything in the mall seemed to be willing to cover for her; If she wants to hide traces, I'm afraid they will tear down the mall and can't find her in the ruins.

"It's a little troublesome to be slippery." Lin Sanjiu gasped at this time and looked back at the sofa stained with a lot of blood. The broken arm is only left with the upper arm, which is gently tilted on the sofa cushion. The place where the shoulder should be connected is smooth, as if there was only such an arm originally, and there is no one connected with this arm at all. "But since she has to run, it means she doesn't dare to fight face-to-face, does it?"

Spaan stood silently in the same place, his fingers gently on his Adam's apple, without making a sound - Lin Sanjiu was very convinced that the woman had been forced to retreat by the attack launched by the two of them at the same time before she could touch him just now; Besides, there are probably not many people in the world who can meet sparan by sneak attack. But she still asked, "are you all right?"

Spaan raised his eyes, a pair of forest like thick green eyes floating a bit of mist like light, making him look like a little confused like a child. He opened his mouth and pointed to his throat, but he didn't make a sound.

"Why... Why?"

When Lin Sanjiu asked this sentence, she was vaguely aware of what had happened. She glanced back at the broken arm on the sofa - it obviously wouldn't be the woman's own hand - and then looked at spaan again. The latter sighed, gave her a wry smile, and silently mouthed a few words, "there is no sound.".

If it weren't for the mess on the sofa, Lin Sanjiu would almost fall back.

"Fuck me," she couldn't help swearing in front of spaan for the first time, "she didn't touch you. How can she - what she just said 'disassemble' -"

She rushed up a lot of ideas at once, so that none of them could be said completely. So the woman didn't have to subdue spaan to take him back? Can she take him away part by part?

In the end, what will sparan, who used to be like the sun god, look like?

The blonde man shook his head, stretched out his hand in front of his throat, paused, and then put it down - it seemed to be repeating what had just happened. Unfortunately, if there is no explanation, Lin Sanjiu can only look confused; She doesn't know sign language very well. If the content is too complex and the oral reading is also very time-consuming and laborious, they don't have the luxury of communicating slowly at the moment.

"Anyway, just catch the woman," Lin Sanjiu was angry. He kicked on the sofa and watched it slide straight to the rear, knocking over many short tables, decorations and household exhibits. When the commodities were all turned into a mess, they overlapped with each other, and the dark cracks suddenly became more, as if many long eyes were lying under the furniture to peep at them.

She had a brainstorming, but suddenly came up with an idea.

"I have a way," she turned back and took spaan's hand, and involuntarily lowered her voice, as if the other party was a newly injured stray animal. "Come with me. I saw a shelf area just now. There is something we can use."

Didn't that woman turn this mall into her territory? Even if it is demolished and torn into a mess, this is still her field. Even the broken buildings and shelves will only cause more dead corners and cracks, but it will be more troublesome - but what if this mall can no longer exist?

When they explored the mall, Lin Sanjiu saw a large outdoor activity area. Camping tents, outdoor folding stools, large ice boxes, mobile barbecue racks... Speaking of camping or hiking, naturally, there is no shortage of combustion supporting agents used in outdoor cooking.

She decided to burn down the mall with the woman.

For one thing, Lin Sanjiu thought he was right. Now that the other side has the right time and place, it still refuses to fight head-on with them, which shows that the other side's advantage is not in the battle - which is understandable; After all, sparan's combat power is already here. It's really difficult to find an expert who can beat him in his strength. This gives them both a chance.

Following the route drawn by the teacher from her memory, Lin Sanjiu took sebaan and rushed back into the shelves of the outdoor activity area with little effort. "Take the combustion aid," she knew that without saying more, spaan could immediately understand her intention - the latter indeed nodded, raised his arm and hit the shelf with an elbow. The heavy large shelves immediately began to tremble, and rows of goods also shook; However, when the combustion supporting agent was about to fall off the shelves, all the tremors disappeared and calm was restored.

Just when Lin Sanjiu thought it was the woman who started again, she heard the direction of the gate rustle again.

"The shopping mall game is about to start here," a voice that undoubtedly belongs to volunteers shouted, "I see several uninvited... Well, forget it, all the evolutors in this shopping mall are players in the next game."