Charlemagne's unusually calm did make Walker smell a hint of unease. Eight? One Chinese ?? (a).? 8?1(8)Z??.? Ｃ?Ｏ?Ｍ

Is what he said true? Walker's mind began to turn sharply, but it was not impossible, for a person with an extremely tough heart, the greatest ability is to disguise himself and deceive Hansen, maybe it is not impossible......

Haines' next words made Walker's heart tremble even more.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, perhaps you haven't considered it, Hansen......" Haynes dragged out his last note, sounding like another world's voice coming from a freezer where the corpse was hidden in the large, quiet room of the morgue.

"I deliberately made him surrender to you."

The last straw finally pressed on the nerve that was about to burst, and Walker felt his brain explode, and his face was as if he had suddenly bitten a live fish gall hidden in it while eating dessert, and his whole face turned green in an instant.

A black figure appears in front of the Chevrolet sports car, standing straight in the light curtain. The man was dressed in a black suit and a snow-white shirt, with his left hand in his pocket and a stick wrapped in strips of cloth in his right hand. He had been standing in the shadows where the emergency lights were not shining, but now that the headlights had illuminated every corner of the hall, he appeared. From the moment he appeared, the majestic killing machine filled the entire hall, and the temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees. Caesar put Lu Mingfei down, reached behind and grabbed the hilt of Dick's Tudo. This man was completely different from the tyrannical boy, he only took a few steps to block Caesar's path, and the slightly curved rod in his hand was clearly a dangerous cold weapon.

The situation has already flipped again in just this second!

With a clear sound of "Qiang", two sword lights rose from Han Sen's waist. He wore a long trench coat, and habitually hid his weapons in his overcoat, and no one knew what was hidden under his overcoat.

Around him were eight heavily armed Black Warrior special forces, all of whom were very experienced tacticians, and each of them was a masterpiece cultivated by the genetic program of the "Genesis" organization, most of them were the elite of the special forces of various countries before joining, and they could block a hundred, after the harsh and dangerous genetic modification, these people could no longer be called "human".

Their guns are always loaded, the safety is always open, and their fingers are habitually placed outside the trigger guard, which is called the "golden finger" in the special forces trade.

Everyone smelled danger approaching in an instant, and the threat came from Hansen, the "mutineer" who had just been on their side. The Black Warriors are equipped with modular functional assault rifles as standard, but they forget about the deadly melee factor in an emergency.

If the knife is often better used than the gun, and the assault rifle with a gun body is much longer than the pistol, the trajectory of the gun will be at least three times longer, which is why the special forces will choose a submachine gun or even a pistol with a shorter gun god in close combat.

When all the Black Warrior special forces realized their mistake, the fighter plane was lost, and it was too late, they only saw Hansen suddenly disappear in a flash of swords, rushing towards them, and they couldn't even see people clearly.

Because it's so fast!

What a sharp knife technique, there was not enough time for everyone to raise the muzzle of the gun, and before it could be pointed at the target, the sword light had already swept to his side.

A few Black Warrior special forces are certainly not fuel-efficient lamps either! They simply used their guns to parry the blade, and with a clanging sound, sparks flew around, and the barrels of several soldiers were cut off alive!

These guns are assault rifles that use Chintilami bullets, the barrel is made of high-quality high-carbon steel, and mixed with 15% Chintilami metal, and it is more difficult to cut this barrel than to cut the same caliber of solid high-carbon steel, but under Hansen's attack, these hard assault rifle barrels are like burning sticks in the kitchen, and they are useless at all.

Someone looked down at the barrel of his own severed gun, and the fracture was unusually smooth. It seems to have been cut off by a laser cutter, and you can imagine how fierce the other party's knife is.

Cold steel Mitsumi katana!

The two soldiers closest to Hansen recognized this particular and uniquely shaped knife with their extensive battlefield experience. In fact, this kind of steel blade called "Sanmei" is a rising star on the list.

The so-called Sanmei means three layers, and Sanmei Steel is a type of steel that specializes in making high-grade Japanese knives. It is specially designed to make knives and saws, and it is also the only kind of special steel for knife making. The best feature of this steel is that it is synthesized on the knife using 3 different types of steel. Simple analogy: This steel is like a sandwich. The center of Mitsumi Steel is an extremely hard, high-carbon steel, and a stainless steel plate with good toughness and elasticity is inlaid on each side. The reason why Mitsumi Steel uses a three-layer structure is that the blade part of the Sammi Samurai is very hard and sharp! However, if the entire blade is made of high-hardness steel, the blade may be damaged during harsh use! The steel of a high-grade knife must also have high toughness on top of high strength to resist the pressure on the side. That's why we have Sanmei Steel. The structure of the Sammi Steel makes this Sammi Samurai have a high hardness blade (the hardness can reach more than 6o), the blade also has very good toughness, and the Sammi structure makes the Tanto head of this knife 25% stronger, worthy of a classic Japanese sword!

However, if you can cut the barrel of a gun doped with chintilami metal, I am afraid that the material in this "sandwich" forging method is not ordinary high-carbon steel.

Cutting off the barrel of his opponent's gun gave Hansen more time, and before the two Black Warriors standing at the front of the group could react, the light of the knife spilled over their necks, where the body armor and helmet were connected, and the most vulnerable position in the entire modular protective equipment.

The high-pressure blood spurted out like mist, and the two soldiers fell to their knees with an ordinary sound, clutching their necks, their eyes bulging out as if they were about to jump out of their sockets and fall onto them, their hands touching the pistol at their waists, but they had already suffered fatal injuries before they could pull it out.

The rest of the soldiers were tacticians who had undergone extreme training, and the death of their companion did not panic them, and the death of their companion also reminded them that it was stupid to draw a pistol or draw a tactical dagger now, and there was no time for them to do so.

Burst!

Almost as soon as the first two soldiers fell to their knees, the pupils of the remaining Black Warrior Special Forces immediately burned with flames of various colors. They are genetically modified in a variety of different ways, and they have different talents, and if you follow the distinguishing habits of the Presbyterian Church or the Restoration Order, these are all "mongrels", not even half-bloods.

And when they released their talents, they also saw the red flames that had already risen in Hansen's eyes.

The air around them seemed to be evacuated all at once, like a thermobaric bomb exploding around them, and everyone felt as if their lungs were being grabbed by a large hand reaching through their throats, and then tearing it out with all their might, trying to pull it out of their mouths entirely.

It was just a moment of sluggishness, and the remaining special forces flashed with sword light, and black shadows swept past everyone's side like a wind. The smell of blood rushed from his throat to his mouth, and the men brought by Walker all fell to the ground before they had a chance to fight back, like broilers who had their throats cut and threw on the ground struggling and twitching.

Perfect blitzkrieg!