Long Yun had fallen into a state of rage, and it seemed that he would rather sacrifice himself than kill Mr. V. Hundreds of butterfly blades continued to pierce his back, but Long Yun seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and the folding knife in his hand flew over, weaving a golden knife net in the air, constantly cutting Mr. V's body.

This insane and almost lose-lose style of fighting is completely wild and brutal, the ultimate embodiment of the aesthetics of violence, and completely shows how horrific the madness poured out of hatred is.

At this time, if there was a mirror, Long Yun would probably be shocked when he saw himself inside, with a distorted face and a hideous face like a demon, as well as the hatred and resentment in the blood-red pupils that could kill people with a little bit.

The gunfire at Hayabusa's alleged position finally subsided, and with the powerful firepower of GIGN special forces and the support of armored vehicles and Tiger helicopter gunships, more than two dozen bestial assassins were finally cleared.

Despite being seated in a thick armored car, the GIGN special forces paid the price with the lives of two members.

When everyone rushed to the front of the factory, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Next to a red shipping container, Long Yun was like a cook chopping meatloaf, the folding knife in his hand flew, and every swing left a deep wound on Mr. V's body, and behind him was a butterfly blade flying in the sky, cutting his back into a bloody blur. However, Long Yun almost completely ignored those sharp butterfly blades and single-mindedly dealt with Mr. V in front of him. In his rampage, he gained a strong healing ability, and despite numerous injuries, he was able to persist in attacking.

Mr. V, who was cut by Long Yun and almost lost consciousness, can almost only be described by the word "confused". It's like a boxer, who was forced to the ring by his opponent as soon as he came on stage, and his raindrop-like fists fell wildly towards the vital point, barely having any power to fight back. If you calculate the experience of fighting, he is more abundant than Long Yun, but Long Yun's fighting style is completely beyond his imagination, in an old saying, it is called beating the master to death with a fist.

On the battlefield of life and death, if you lose your momentum, you lose everything.

The folding knife cut through Mr. V's body, and the knife qi cut through the iron sheet of the container behind Mr. V, and a string of sparks gushed out, which was very spectacular.

Everyone was stunned, and there were no adjectives to describe their shock at the moment, this kind of fighting, which was completely equivalent to Ling Chi, was eye-opening and cruel.

Mr. V's breath became weaker and weaker, and the butterfly blades gradually began to lose control and fell from the sky.

A handle...... Two-shank...... Three-shank......

Click-

Long Yun stabbed directly into Mr. V's left temple. The crisp cracking sound of the skull told Long Yun that the sword god had pierced into the brain tissue.

Without leaving Mr. V with any chance to live, Long Yun twisted the folding knife vigorously and twisted it ninety degrees. Long Yun could feel that the blade of the knife was stirring up the brain tissue, and Mr. V's head was already a mess at this time.

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The blade of the folding knife was left in Mr. V's head at the rivet.

The butterfly blade completely lost its support, and clanged to the ground, and the surroundings suddenly became as silent as death.

Long Yun finally stopped waving the folding knife, gasping for breath, the powerful aura finally began to settle gradually, and the domain slowly began to shrink.

He reached out and slowly lifted the Guy Fawkes mask from Mr. V's face.

A pale and thin face, with a chin as sharp as a knife, and most notable is the nose, which is tall and curved, like an eagle's beak, and bears some resemblance to the real Guy Fawkes in history.

In Mr. V's eyes, the pupils began to dilate, and he looked at Long Yun blankly, as if he was not looking at him.

"Hehe......" Blood foam kept pouring out from the corners of his mouth, and his chest had been cut into minced meat by Long Yun, he wanted to breathe, but his lungs that had been cut to pieces could no longer breathe in a breath of air.

"I'm still ...... Yes...... Ahem, ahem—" He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was covered by a violent cough, and in the end, he simply gave up moving his mouth, shook Suosuo and raised his middle finger, raised in front of Long Yun, then tilted his shoulders, lowered his head, and never moved again.

Skydome Company, Command.

Lena sat back in her chair and let out a long sigh as she picked up a new packet of chips on the table and tore it open, but she was stunned and didn't put her hand in it.

The images transmitted back from the helmets of GIGN special forces soldiers at the scene kept shaking on the screen, ambulances flashed blue and waited for the roar, and doctors and nurses in white coats rushed to the front of the factory with first-aid beds in tow, and examined the hostages lying on the ground one by one.

A doctor with eyes picked up Long Yun's youngest son, examined the wound, and barely used any instruments, then raised his head and shook it.

Cut through the arteries in the neck, and with the technique of a master assassin, there will be absolutely no mistakes.

It's the next one again, still shaking the head.

……

Feeling her throat full of cotton and no longer having an appetite, Lena irritably threw down the bag of chips, turned off the screen, and lay her head back in the swivel chair.

All dead, except for a little girl.

A huge pathos struck, and the potato chip girl felt extremely sad.

"Lena......" Nathan knocked on her desk with some hesitation.

Lena didn't move, and she didn't bother Nathan.

"Lena......" Nathan seemed to have something to say and knocked on the table again.

"What's the matter! You'd better have a good reason to bother me! "Lena doesn't have a good tone.

Nathan shrunk his neck, "Julia isn't dead. ”

"What?"

"Julia isn't dead."

"How is that possible!?" Lena bounced out of her chair, at least not bad news.

"I didn't die, I was stabbed and lost a lot of blood, but I didn't die and was sent to the hospital." Nathan was sure.

How can it be?! A master assassin's subordinate can actually leave a mouth alive? Mr. Mask actually missed!?

She rubbed her face and regained a little spirit, "What about Long Yun?" ”

"I collapsed, I also went to the hospital, the sailor also suffered some trauma, not particularly serious, Gege and Falcon were slightly injured......"

The green light on the table suddenly turned on and made a beeping sound.

Lena glanced at it, knowing it was Finch on the line.

"Doctor, I'm Lena, what's the matter?"

"You prepare, we will return to the company headquarters the day after tomorrow, and the people from your technical department will arrange to do a bloodline identification for Long Yun."

"Isn't he hurt? Do a pedigree test so quickly? ”

"That's right, it was the elders who asked for it, and this incident in France has completely alarmed the Presbyterian Church, and they will send monitors to the United States."

"Monitor?" Lena's heart was shocked, this was not good news, if there was any difference in the Dragon Cloud bloodline test, then he would be greeted by the "Sweeping" program.

Hanging the line, Lena picked up a ballpoint pen and expertly swirled it between her fingers.

"It seems like it's getting more interesting...... she said to herself.