"So what now?" Thanos panicked, his surgery stage was the lowest of the three. It's been so long, and I've piled a lot of money on myself, but I'm still in the late stage of the first stage. Compared to Kaul and the deputy captain of the private army, who are both in the second stage, they don't have the ability to protect themselves at all when they encounter a slightly stronger enemy. Not only does he not have a wealth of combat experience, but his basic physical fitness is also below the standard line all year round.

"Wait!" Kaul said in a deep voice, shaking the limousine to straighten the body, but not enough force, and the car only shook a few times before settling down.

At this time, the deputy captain of the private army also stood firmly with his crooked body, picked up a firearm under his feet, and looked cautiously out of the glass window. Only one headlight was still contributing to the occasional flickering light, and the low sound of the alarm stopped after a few seconds. He and Kaul glanced at each other and silently exchanged their thoughts.

At this time, the deputy captain lightened his movements and gently rolled down the window glass above his head for a little gap. He then took out a tactical knife and stretched out the snow-white blade that could act as a mirror.

The two of them looked at the picture of the knife gradually filling up with some nervousness, it was very deformed, but in their heads, they could still restore a limousine quietly parked not far from them, with all the lights on. There was no figure in sight, all the seats in the car were empty, and there was not a single enemy with a gun aimed at them. When the two were wondering, through a layer of glass, just above their heads, something bloomed in an instant.

It was a flashbang that appeared suddenly, and the intense light rushed into their pupils in an instant. Before he could react, the nerve bundles around his eyes began to twitch, and after a blinding white, an endless abyssal darkness followed.

Feeling that his eyes were about to bleed, Kaul and the vice-captain, as well as Sanos, whose face was becoming more and more pale, covered their eyes at this time. The pain made them experience the pain and fear of blindness for a second or two. A large amount of electrical signals from the cross-pupil conversion also hit their brains, and the feeling of vertigo eroded their bodies.

Thanos dropped his gun and pressed his hands to his eyes, hoping to ease the pain. Kaul and the vice-captain retained a little consciousness, still holding their guns in their hands, trying to catch the enemy's approaching movement with a short sense of hearing, which was not greatly affected by the visual impact for a short time.

But all failed, and in a reverberating blast gunshot, a fiery air stream rushed past the side of the vice-captain's head, wiping out a line of blood. Han's hair stood on end, he knew it was a bullet, so he instinctively pointed the muzzle of the gun at the window with one hand and pressed the trigger hard. It was already out of control, and in less than one breath, all the bullets in the magazine were fired.

By the time the cold sweat of his body forced him back to his composure, it was just when the shards of the car window fell on his face and head.

"、、、、," he thought to himself, the steel-like thing struck him on the back of his neck, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Kaul forced himself to resist the urge to shoot, and although he was flustered, he knew that shooting would not do any good. Just aiming the muzzle of the gun at the passenger window, gradually recovering his sight and hearing made him think that there might be a chance.

The thought of luck came to him, and Kaul's body shook irrepressibly, and then fell into a sculptural stiffness.

A hot and rough palm happened to cover his hand at this time, and the scorching temperature directly spread through countless tactile nerves throughout his body in an instant. His trembling fingers tried desperately to press down, but something was stuck in the trigger, and he couldn't shake it anyway.

Then there was a roar in the head, and the vision gradually regained only to catch the afterimage of a retracted hand. By the time he felt the pain in the back of his neck, Kaul's body had gone limp.

、、、、、、

His body stiffened, his consciousness seemed to be turned on, and he had to wait for the current to pass through all the circuits before it could work properly, Kaul first felt the wind beating on his face, and he was drowning in the sea of sound, the whirring friction, and the occasional roar of the engine pouring into his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the pain in his flesh that had not gone away made him struggle out of his vague consciousness. With the long inhalation of "Ha 、、、", Kaul remembered some of the circumstances before he fell unconscious, and opened his eyes. The lights in the car, which were not gentle, flickered, allowing him to regain his true presence.

He shook his head and blinked a few times.

"In the car?" the pain in his neck after the attack was still there, and it continued to affect his basic judgment now. Only the touch of his body made it clear to him that he was indeed sitting in the passenger seat of a limousine. The limousine was running wildly, and the headlight of the car was broken, and a single beam of light barely illuminated the way forward.

"It's in the car, and you can see Lotkai right away. The voice echoed in Kaul's head with a vague echo. With mystical power, Kaul felt a hint of relief in his words.

"That's good, it's safe to get to Lotkai City. He replied in a daze, gasping for a few heavy breaths to provide enough oxygen for his aging heart to beat.

The crumbling body makes the sound of parts colliding with the imminent disintegration. Before he could fully remember what had happened, the white matter in his head continued to be dominated by pain and vertigo. Kaul closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and stood still for about ten seconds before he finally cleared a quiet place in his head for him to think.

Memories of the pre-coma were gradually retrieved in fragments, and Kaul's flushed face gradually turned white. He opened his eyes again, and his dilated pupils had condensed. He wanted to rub his head and the back of his neck with his hands, and he wanted to pick up the pistol that made him feel at ease immediately, but then he realized that his hands were tightly tied by a strong rope, and he couldn't break free.

"It's still my own limousine, and I'm not dead. His heart, which was aching from panic, eased a little, and he looked around the interior of the limousine, which he had bought for a high sum of money, and was of decent quality and basically undamaged. The deputy captain of the private army was also lying sideways in the back seat, his face buried, and his back could see a noticeable rise and fall of breathing.

The sight made him think he had been captured by the enemy.

He wanted to see who the driver would be, and Kaul felt that his head and instinct were getting worse and worse.

With pale blonde hair and a somewhat frightening face, the expression on it is very calm and very indifferent. It's not concentrating on driving, but on a focused expression while driving, thinking about something else. The clothes were long-sleeved that had only been worn in early summer, a little wrinkled, and there were a few patches of blood on it, which had been basically dried by the wind that had been poured into the car.

"Master Sanos?" Kaul asked, confused, his head turning for a moment, not knowing how to equate the scene in front of him with the memories he recalled. They should have fallen into the hands of the enemy.

"We escaped?"