United States, Tianmu Company Headquarters, Command and Control Center.

Lena, the potato chip girl, stood in front of the huge display screen, her face ashen. Nathan was covered in sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't bother to wipe it, and his fingers frantically typed instructions on the keyboard.

Adjust the attitude of the satellite in orbit to bring up a clearer picture.

Send the latest real-time battle situation to the French military, mark out the coordinates, and ask for reinforcements.

Contact Finch, who is far away in Europe, and ask for a demon hunter in Paris......

However, far water can never save the near fire.

The sailor stood in front of Long Yun, the tactical vest on his body had become a rag, and he could vaguely see the wounds of red muscle tissue turning out of it, and the beastly assassin in front of him was in a semicircle, his black skin was covered with dense fine scales, and the small gap between the scales could faintly see the flow of red flames.

The Demon Assassin's unique defense secret - lava armor. Each bestial assassin also comes with this powerful defensive stat, capable of withstanding the bullet of a 7.62 caliber sniper rifle.

Eight pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Long Yun behind the sailor, the Chinese who had been sitting on the ground, too weak to move his body.

Through the secret technique of "Famine", Mr. V released the ultimate command - kill Long Yun!

The sailor's chest heaved violently, and the constant inhalation of oxygen kept the body awake enough to easily faint from excessive blood loss or excessive pain.

He had no way out, and he must not leave. Several times in a row, the bestial assassins pounced on them in droves, only to be repelled by the sailors, leaving huge wounds on both sides.

The sailor even drew a large-caliber revolver stuck in his waist with one hand, blasting a large blood hole in the chest of one of the bestial assassins who rushed forward, and finally adding a shot to the head, completely shooting it into rotten flesh.

It's just that the world's largest caliber revolver has only five rounds, and the process of reloading is quite cumbersome, and it can't be done with one hand.

It was a critical moment, and the sailors did not dare to let go of the Gurkha knife to reload it anyway, otherwise they would be pounced on by the Assassins and torn to shreds before the new ammunition could be replaced.

Bang Dong –

He dropped the large-caliber revolver on the ground and pulled out another one.

These were the last five bullets that could be used, and according to the power of the high-explosive ammunition inside, they could only kill one beast assassin and repel a round of attacks.

He was waiting, and he couldn't wait.

The scene at this time is like a desolate town in a western, the protagonist is alone in the face of hordes of bandits, no one comes back to help, no one dares to help, everything is quiet, waiting for the final blow.

"Put down your weapons, hand over Long Yun, and I'll let you live!" Mr. V lifted Julia into the air, and the African woman's black skin was a crimson purple, apparently on the verge of complete suffocation.

The sailor's pupils shrank slightly, and he said coldly: "She has nothing to do with me!" ”

"Well, I'm adding an extra chip." He slowly put his free hand on the neck of the little girl who was kneeling on the ground.

A delicate Hidden Blade popped out of the cuff of the suit, this kind of assassination weapon that appeared during the Crusades was exquisitely crafted, and every assassin would have a spring device installed under the cuff, and when needed, as long as the finger moved slightly, the hidden blade hidden in the sleeve would suddenly appear like a cat's claw, killing the opponent by surprise.

"What a childish age, there are still many beautiful things in this world that she hasn't tried...... What a pity, a daisy that has not yet bloomed......"

Mr. V is like chanting poetry, but his tone is like a demon in hell.

The Hidden Blade slid lightly across the girl's pale cheeks, cutting a new bloody hole, and a stream of blood oozed from the bloodstain, slid down the little face to the chin, and then condensed into a round bead of blood, which fell heavily to the ground, mixed with the stagnant water.

Lao Yu's little daughter is still like a clay puppet, not laughing, not crying, looking numbly ahead.

After a moment of silence, the sailor gritted his teeth and said, "I am not in the devil's deal!" ”

"Your noble ......," said Mr. V, "will make you feel guilty for the rest of your life!" ”

The Hidden Blade suddenly raised, and the cold light was blinding.

Phew-

The sailor's gun rang out a moment before the Hidden Blade fell, and it was fired continuously, with the first shot hitting Mr. V's right arm joint. The high-explosive warhead of the Point 60 is so powerful that it directly shatters Mr. V's joints!

This is the hand holding the Hidden Blade, and after the heavy blow, Mr. V is no longer able to control the Hidden Blade, and his hand is limp.

Woohoo Woo –

There was no pause, no interval, and five more bullets pounced on Mr. V from different angles.

In the darkness, a bullet passed through Mr. V's body, and the figure of this master assassin wearing the mask of Guy Fawkes actually twisted! The wind groove formed by the bullet trajectory in the air actually blew Mr. V to pieces!

Like a reflection in the water, throw in a few stones and you can easily break it.

However, you can only break the shadow, but you can't hurt the owner of the shadow.

Mr. V reappeared in another position, his hands still stuck in Julia's neck, dangling her in the air, his legs softening, apparently running out of time.

A normal person is stuck in the neck, and if he does not crush the throat, he can hold on for about 10 minutes. Julia had already surpassed her endurance much more than ordinary people, and now she had apparently broken through ten minutes, and soon reached the limit of her human body.

A bestial assassin took advantage of the fact that the sailor had run out of ammunition from the revolver, and the leopard scurried over, and the sailor used the Gurkha saber to tell the guy what it meant not to take advantage of others.

The curved head of the Gurkha knife sliced into the Assassin's shoulder, removing all of his arms.

"Dirty stuff!" The sailor flew up and kicked the severed hand towards Mr. V.

The severed arm rolled in the air, spun around a few times, and was grabbed by Mr. V. He looked down at his right arm, which had been blasted open with a large blood hole by a large-caliber revolver, and without hesitation, he put the severed hand to his mouth, gently opened the mask, stuffed it into his mouth, and tore off the flesh with a big gulp, swallowing it into his stomach.

The wound on his right shoulder was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye! Soon, he threw the crumbling, bone-revealing hand on the ground.

Blood, oozing from under his mask.

He raised his hand and wiped his mouth: "It tastes good!" ”

The sailor was so shocked that he couldn't speak, what he knew more about the demon race was in the database of the Tianmu Company, in those ancient books and computer archives, he knew that this was an evil race, the Xinyang Devil, worshipping power, in their world, strength is the law of domination, without any mercy, even for his own subordinates.

"You're disgusting!" The sailor spat on the ground, "Phew! ”