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"Uncle, you think too much."

"Listen to my uncle's advice. It's better to have someone by your side than to be alone. You see, uncle is alone now, and he can only tease parrots all day long. You are cold-tempered, uncle knows, but you can't be cold forever, right? You should take the initiative. Girls should be softer, and it will be more effective than boys."

"Oh uncle, stop talking."

Yang Xue is a girl, and Yang Wenbai can't say too much.

Zhang Jue and Yang Xue stayed with him all afternoon, and they didn't leave the house until the sun went down.

The sun slowly set, and the sky darkened. The two walked side by side in the park next to the community, and neither of them spoke.

Yang Xue lowered her head, thinking about the two of them.

She likes Zhang Jue, there's nothing to say about that, otherwise she wouldn't hang out with him, and even let him sleep in her bedroom overnight.

But does Zhang Jue like her?She thought it should be, but she was a little uncertain.

Zhang Jue was full of scheming and full of viciousness. Even she couldn't tell which of his words were true and which were false.

Even if one day, he stood in front of her and told her that his name was fake, his identity was fake, all of them were fake, just to tease her, and he was just a little bastard, she wouldn't be surprised.

If this is the case, will you regret it?

It didn't take long for Yang Xue to come up with the answer - no.

No matter what, I still like him.

His foolishness, his cynicism, and even the smirk from the corner of his mouth were deeply imprinted in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of them.

That being the case, what is there to be afraid of?

At that moment, Yang Xue seemed to have figured it out.

The shackles that trapped her before were all released.

A sense of enlightenment.

Since I like him, why do I care about the end of the world?Do you still care about whether it can last for a long time?

Seize the day and night.

Yang Xue clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her flesh, forcing herself to take a step forward.

"Zhang Jue, I..."

She raised her head, just about to make a sound.

However, Zhang Jue's eyes narrowed like hawks.

"Hurry up, evacuate the people around, forget it, it's too late, don't worry about anyone, you go by yourself, hurry up!"

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Chapter 333 [-]% Death

After coming out of Yang Wenbai's house, Zhang Jue kept his head down and remained silent.

Yang Xue had something on her mind and didn't notice this.

At this moment, another kind of aura emanated from him.

If he was still a little bastard who could only talk and tease people last night, then now, he seems to have suddenly become a hero who saves the world.

Yang Xue felt this way.

The two have been together for a long time, and they have already formed a tacit understanding.

Yang Xue didn't ask why, she glanced at him, said "be careful", and left his side.

Pick up the child who is playing in front of you.

The grandma who was nursing next to her was shocked.

Yang Xue made a booing gesture: "There are bad guys in front, let's go to the police."

The grandma took a look at Zhang Jue standing in the middle of the square, and obediently left with Yang Xue.

……

After Yang Xue left, Zhang Jue took a deep breath.

He broke his wrists and moved his shoulders again.

His scalp was numb and his hair stood on end. He hadn't experienced such a feeling for a long time.

That was his instinct for danger.

His right eyelid was shaking like a cramp.

The body is reminding him.

Until just now, this feeling reached its peak.

Something different from what you've encountered before.

He has been in this world for more than a year, running around, but in fact it has nothing to do with himself.

The nuclear bomb exploded, and Yan Deng let him board.

In the end, he was actually meddling in his own business.

If his heart is hard, he can completely ignore it.

But this time, it's different.

This feeling of danger is aimed at himself.

Someone is going to kill him.

Since he tracked down Yu Hongbo, the organization called MRW was no longer as illusory as before, and it was completely exposed to him for the first time.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

The other party noticed that he was investigating, so he no longer had so many scruples.

Here comes his killer.

Zhang Jue always had the feeling that this organization was unknown, with few people, but it was very powerful.

He hasn't found out who pushed him to Shirley back then.

Except for a few edge-to-edge and temptations, this should be the first time the two sides have faced each other head-on.

Fortunately, it is relatively remote here, and it is dinner time, so there are not many people.

If you really want to fight in a while, you won't have so many scruples

He waited quietly in the clearing.

Waiting for the arrival of danger.

The time is evening, and the twilight is all together.

The street lights came on.

But the wattage of the lamps in the park is not large, and they can only illuminate the area under their feet.

The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle.

There was dead silence all around.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects are not making any noise.

For a moment, it seemed that even the temperature had dropped.

"Da, da, da, da—"

The sound of high heels came from far and near.

A thin figure stepped out of the shadows.

It was a woman who looked no more than ten years old.

With short shoulder-length hair and a white T-shirt, she looks like the little sister next door.

With her head down and her fingers intertwined, she looked a little sad and helpless.

She looked up, and then walked towards Zhang Jue.

As the distance between the two got closer, Zhang Jue felt that the air around him seemed to become thicker.

This girl is not easy.

She went straight to Zhang Jue and stopped about three meters away from him.

Zhang Jue looked at her calmly, and did not preempt her.

"Ani, Anihasai..."

Korean?

Zhang Jue tilted his head.

"Please, may I ask, are you Mr. Zhang Jue?"

The woman then switched to Chinese. Her voice was the same as her appearance, giving off a soft feeling, as if she would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

But Zhang Jue's palms were already covered in cold sweat.

The strength of this woman may not be as good as that of the Phase Screamer and Ian of God, but she is no less dangerous than them.

Zhang Jue said in a hoarse voice, "What if I say I'm not?"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang Jue, lying... is wrong..."

The girl said, lowering her head, as if she was the one who lied.

"You still ask." Zhang Jue shrugged, "So what are you here for?"

The girl kept her head down, as if she didn't dare to face Zhang Jue.

"I...they told me...to kill you."

The little girl looked at her toes, and the words she said were earth-shattering.

In this world, many people want to kill Zhang Jue.

But they either don't have that strength, or they have scruples, and the girl who can utter such wild words in front of Zhang Jue is No.1.

If his enemies see it, they will be very surprised.

Zhang Jue didn't take this as a joke.

He could feel the dangerous aura emanating from the little girl.

If you don't take the fight seriously, you will really be killed.

"I see." Zhang Jue nodded, and then smiled, "Little girl, can you tell me, what's your name?"

Although he felt the danger, Zhang Jue remained calm as usual.

In the twilight, a person waiting to be killed and a person who came to kill were talking peacefully.

It can only be said that these two are not normal people.

"I, my name is Zhao Zena."

"It's a nice name."

Zhang Jue smiled, his head spinning rapidly, searching for information about the name.

Zhao Zena, female, looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, Korean.

With this information, Zhang Jue quickly locked the target.

Number -2599 - A woman who can only perform half of the task.

……

Strictly speaking, Zhao Zena is actually a Korean.

Originally, she was a shy and ordinary girl, until one day, she realized that something was wrong with her.

Her mother asked her to clean the room, and she didn't finish it—not because she didn't want to, but because she really couldn't.