Long Yun gave up his instantaneous strength, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

There was a sound of fighting on the side of Gege and Falcon, and in the distance, white frost mist could be seen rising from the pile of grass stalks that had burned black, and there were more than twenty seriously injured demon assassins in the building, all of which were Long Yun's masterpieces. By this time, the assassins who had been stimulated by the "famine" were no longer living and conscious people, but beasts crawling out of hell one after another.

Even a pure-blooded like Gege may not be easy to deal with these guys who have forgotten their pain and can not even want their lives for a bite of meat.

The sailor swung his knife and slashed the arm of a bestial assassin, stabbing his neck with one hand, and the Gurkha saber slashed through his right shoulder, splitting it in two directly from his chest.

He then grabbed the arm of the Assassin who had jumped on his back with his backhand and threw him forward. But it didn't work, the sailor's strength was so great that he directly tore off one of the guy's hands. The Assassin, however, turned a blind eye, as if it had been someone else's hand that had been torn off.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his back, as if a knife had cut through the muscles along his spine. The Assassin, who had lost his arm, seized the opportunity to attack him in the back. Even the impenetrable skin of a rifle bullet opened a long opening under its sharp claws, and it became even more frantic when it smelled blood, and its eyes were blood-red as charcoal, and it let out a sharp and terrifying scream.

It could have killed the sailor, but unfortunately, the sailor's pull not only directly tore off its arm, but also made its attack move go directly out of shape, so it did not cause fatal damage.

The sailor knew he had to make a decisive choice, or he wouldn't survive a second attack.

He backhanded a special Gurk knife at his back, looking like he was going to disembowel himself.

The cold light flashed, and the blade of the Gurkha knife slashed at the beast assassin's neck with incomparable accuracy, and the heavy blade caused a great impact, and the assassin's cervical vertebrae were directly severed, separated from the body, and fell to the ground. Due to the strong vitality of the beast, the assassin was not completely dead for a while, and the wolf-like mouth and jaw kept biting, repeating the biting action, as if there was the slightest chance, the bodyless head would pounce on the sailor and bite wildly.

This situation made the sailors feel terrified, these beastly assassins had lost their basic humanity, no fear, no pain, and with their strong bodies and terrifying strength, they were simply a weapon for launching a suicidal charge!

"Long Yun! Wake up! The sailor glanced sideways at Long Yun, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze, "You have to stand up!" Fight like a Moriah warrior! Die, you have to die standing up! ”

Long Yun's body seemed to move, his head was slightly raised, his eyes were terrifyingly empty, and he couldn't see half a hope of moving.

Mr. V's Hidden Blade was across the neck of the last hostage, Lao Yu's youngest daughter.

The little girl's delicate skin was touched by a sharp sleeve knife as thin as paper, and a stream of blood oozed out and flowed down the snow-white neck.

At this time, she had no sense of fear at all, her mother, sister, and brother all died in front of her, and when the fear reached its peak, it was replaced by a terrible numbness, like a walking corpse.

There are no more tears, those who should have cried have already cried, the terrifying bloody scenes and the terrible demon assassins have long made the little girl shed every tear in her body, she is on the verge of dehydration.

She looked stupidly ahead, and what she saw was not a scene of life and death struggle, but in June of that year, she and her mother and brothers and sisters went to the lavender of Provence to see the sea of flowers. Standing in the lavender field, the fragrance is mixed with the smell of dust, and the bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers.

Beautiful time is so fleeting.

Now, there will never be such an opportunity again.

In the distance, countless lights shone at the entrance of the industrial zone, the engine of the Renault VAB armored transport vehicle roared in the darkness, and two "Tiger" multi-purpose combat helicopters appeared in the night sky in the distance with flashing lights.

A red flare shot into the sky from the location of the falcon, marking the location of the battlefield.

The GIGN special forces of the French military finally arrived late, and Hayabusa was anxiously crying for help from the communication channel: "We are here, ask for reinforcements!" ”

Mr. V swept in the direction where the special forces had arrived, his eyes were grim, and his hands were about to repeat the execution-style throat cut again.

Da Da Da –

A barrage of bullets struck his knife-wielding right hand, causing the Hidden Blade to bounce off the little girl's neck, leaving only a shallow trail of blood.

"A woman who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Mr. V's pupils were filled with this rage, and the killing of Julia's brother Henry clearly aroused the anger of the African woman, and she launched a charge with the M4A1, constantly firing, quickly changing magazines when she ran out of bullets, and the fire barely stopped.

Ordinary bullets don't hurt Mr. V much, but they still have trauma and pain, which is what annoys him.

He decided to let the little girl on the ground go for the time being, and get rid of the whole crazy black woman first.

When the bullet came again, Mr. V disappeared on the spot.

Julia rushed out of the grass, wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, and scanned her surroundings warily, with no sign of Mr. V.

On the ground, Henry's body lay upright beside the puddle, the blood had run out, and it was stained red with stagnant water.

"Brother!" Julia let out a heart-rending roar to rush forward, not believing that her brother, who had depended on her for her life, was dead. Over the years, Julia has made a living in Africa through the bullets and bullets, and the biggest purpose of making money is to provide for her brother's college education. After her people were killed by the tribal militia, her brother was the only pillar of her survival.

Suddenly, Julia's forward body suddenly stopped in place, a cloud of black smoke condensed in the air, and Mr. V appeared in the darkness.

The Assassin's "smoke", a subtle technique of concealment.

Julia has no talent, and in front of Mr. V, she is as fragile as an ant.

"Ho-" She was choked in the throat, and then she was lifted in the air, her feet kicking wildly, but they never touched the ground.

Mr. V, with one hand held high, pinched Julia's neck, lifted her up like a rag doll, and made a gallows of flesh out of himself.

Julia's eyes soon began to roll and her tongue had been squeezed out of her mouth due to the pressure on her throat, half exposed.

The GIGN special forces had already engaged the bestial assassins, and the guns in the direction of the falcons were bursting out, and the 20mm guns on the armored troop carriers were firing continuously.

They didn't notice the critical situation here for the time being, and now, in the open space in front of the abandoned factory, the sailors, Long Yun, and Julia were all on their own.

The sailor had already been a little clumsy, having killed four bestial assassins, and by this time he was already scarred. Protecting Long Yun is his first priority, and if he rushes to rescue Julia, Long Yun will be torn to shreds by the Assassins who rush to rescue him.

Sweat slipped greatly from the sailor's forehead, and he had to witness the death of Long Yun's friend, which was tantamount to torture for him.