Among the huge waves of flames that rose in front of me was mixed with an unobtrusive white spark, which was about to float to the other side along the ups and downs of the waves.

Little did I know that I had already stared at it.

I have been watching the game for a long time, even a fool can tell that among the large swaggers of flames around me, only this white flame plays a crucial role in the white people.

Perhaps, this white flame is the real one!                                                          �

The sharp claws that my right hand changed rapidly degenerated, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a human palm again. I raised my hand and leaned forward. Half of my arm passed through the layers of flames. Under the burning of the flames, my skin quickly cracked and the blood evaporated before it could flow out.

It hurts! But I didn't care about it at all. When the white flame was about to float away, I grabbed it in my palm.

He pulled it back from a large wave of flames.

The speed was so fast that the wind and waves almost blew out the small flame. I took my palm back, and half of my arm was burned back to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the white flame floating in my hand made a subtle sound.

"Please!"

If it weren't for this scene, if it were true that I wouldn't believe that a flame could speak.

But I don't have much time to witness this magical scene.

Now the police stations under the United States are equipped with weapons specifically used to target superpowers. Now, this neighborhood has been surrounded by police stations. If Charles and I don’t leave here quickly, I’m afraid this anti-riot operation against the gang will also affect us.

You know, Charles and I are both famous people on the wanted list now.

Although with the help of Charles' relationship, we arrived at fake ID certificates and other documents, it would be difficult for these things to get away with the official position.

I must not take this risk.

"Sorry."

I smiled slightly at the little flame floating in my palms, and my palms closed together and tightened them.

The combustion of flames requires oxygen, which isolates the external air. It won’t take long to go out this small flame.

I could feel the scorching temperature in my palms, and my flesh was burned by flames.

Sizzling...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             �

Until it disappears.

When I spread my palms, I saw that the blood scabs in the dark palms were falling rapidly, and new flesh grew out of the ground, and the small flame that was originally in my palm had disappeared.

After the white flames disappeared, the flames floating around the streets returned to their original appearance.

"Charles!"

I strode back to the entrance of the supermarket and shouted at the Charles family who were hiding among the shelves: "It's time to leave!"

"Here you come!"

The Charles and his wife kept their two adorable children tightly in the room, carrying large and small bags of things, followed my steps and rushed to the parking lot across the street.

At this time, the two gangs that were originally confronting each other on both sides of the street had already had a head-on conflict with the local police station.

They had no time to care about us crossing the road.

The charred roads were everywhere in the charred roads, some of which were almost burned to charcoal.

They can all be used as specimens... Maybe they are used to all kinds of terrifying scenes. I have long been accustomed to such scenes, but the Charles family is different. Before that, they were just ordinary people living a simple life, and they had never encountered such a scene like hell.

Even adults can't hold on, let alone children.

The Charles and his wife could only free up one hand to cover their children's eyes tightly so as not to let their children get into such an environment too early.

After crossing the road and coming to the underground parking lot, it finally became much quieter.

The burning smell no longer existed in the air.

After throwing all the big and small bags of things into the RV, Charles's wife took the children to the rear compartment, while Charles and I sat in the main driver's seat.

"Go out of the city and go east!"

Charles's face turned pale. After barely staring at me, he stuck his head out of the car window and spitted out a big mouthful.

Obviously, even he, who is also a psychic, couldn't stand the bloody and cruel scene just now.

Disgusting, indeed disgusting.

I looked straight ahead, fired the car and stepped on the accelerator with gears.

There are four exits in this empty underground parking lot. I specially selected the exit opposite to the block just now. But half of it, I found that many local police stations had poured into the parking lot, and those who were walking in the front were holding explosion-proof shields.

After seeing us driving over, the policeman walking in the front immediately took out the police badge and gun.

"I order you to stop and undergo inspection!"

With a roar, the sound resounded throughout the underground parking lot. Seeing this, Charles immediately clenched his crown, stopped retching, and his fists were clenched into a ball.

"We fought with them!"

I never expected that this guy would actually use violence to fight violence at this time?

What a joke?

As for his current state of injury and unhealthyness and fighting with these police stations, wouldn’t that be clear about his death?

Although the police officers who stopped us were ordinary people, the weapons they used to target superpowers were not vegetarians.

There are bullets specifically used to deal with psychics, and there are bombs specifically used to deal with psychics.

Or something else.

The era of technology prevailing is not a primitive world, and it cannot be solved by brute force. And even if we can fight head-on with those police officers, there are still his wife, children and young people in the car.

"Sit down for me!"

Seeing Charles intending to push open the car door and get out of the car, I freed up a hand to hold his shoulder tightly, and pressed him back to his original position.

"What are you doing?"

Charles yelled at me in confusion: "Do you want to be taken back to District 14 as cannon fodder?"

What kind of tantrums are you going to get angry at me?

"yes!"

In desperation, I was too lazy to care too much about him. I stepped on the accelerator to the ground and rushed straight towards the police officers in front of us: "I not only want to be cannon fodder, but also want to take your wife and children with you!"
Chapter completed!