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 claws, and it became even more frantic when it smelled blood, and its eyes were blood-red as charcoal, and it screamed sharply and terrifyingly.
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 frightened the sailors, 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 suicidal charges "Long Yun wake up" The sailor turned sideways and glanced at Long Yun, who was still sitting on the ground, dazed, "You have to stand up and fight to death like a Moria warrior, 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 youngest daughter of the last hostage.
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 close to the edge 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 area, the sound of the engine of the Renault VAB armored transport vehicle roared in the darkness, and two AS665 "Tiger" multi-role combat helicopters appeared in the night sky in the distance with flashing lights, and the "Trigett" anti-tank guided missiles and "Hellfire" missiles hung under the ailerons of the big guys that looked like Apache.
A red flare shot into the sky from the location of the falcon, marking the location of the battlefield.
The GIGN special forces on the French side finally arrived late, and Hayabusa was anxiously calling for help from the communication channel: "We are here, asking 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.
Da-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 Dead or Alive" Mr.
V's pupils were filled with this rage, and the killing of Julia's brother Henry obviously aroused the anger of this African woman, and she charged with a 4A1, and kept shooting, changing the magazine as soon as 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 the tears from 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 roared heartbreakingly, about to rush forward, she did not believe that her brother, who depended on 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.
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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 stuck in the throat, and then she was lifted in the air, and her feet kept kicking, but they never touched the ground.
Mr.
V held Julia aloft with one hand, 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 2O mm guns on the troop carriers were firing continuously.
They did not have the current critical situation for the time being, and now, in the open space in front of the abandoned factory, the sailors, Long Yun, and Julia could only rely on themselves.
The sailor had already been a little clumsy, having killed four bestial assassins, and by this time he was already scarred.
It was his mission to protect Long Yun, and if he rushed to rescue Julia, Long Yun would be torn to shreds by the Assassins who rushed to him.
Sweat slid down the sailor's forehead in large drops, and he had to witness the death of Long Yun's friend, which was tantamount to torture for him
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