The white-headed boy was about nineteen or twenty years old, his appearance was still a little childish, but his eyebrows were all white, and the extreme incongruity made him have a powerful cold murderous aura.
He carried in his hand a slender strip wrapped in cloth, which looked like a very thin stick, more than a meter long.
When Long Yun was pondering how the white boy could kill the monster with a stick, the humanoid weapon suddenly attacked.
It was still so rough and simple, but this time, he was obviously more cautious, and at the same time cast his own trick, a poisonous mist belonging to the Water Ring in the Atlantean Rune Spell.
He has gone all out to fight for a lethal blow.
But this time, it wasn't as easy as it was when it was against the Divine Servant.
The boy rushed out less than two meters, and there was still a distance of seven or eight meters from the white boy, and suddenly fell to his knees like an evil spirit.
His chest heaved violently, as if he couldn't breathe, his hands were stuck on his neck, and his mouth was surprisingly wide open, like a fish floating to the surface of the water without oxygen in a goldfish bowl.
The white boy didn't seem to take the boy in his eyes at all, as if he was facing just a pitiful opponent begging for mercy, and he had no power to resist in front of him, only to poke his neck.
The boy looked up with difficulty, and saw the frighteningly white face, with white eyebrows and a head, and skin like snow, like a patient with albinism.
"Number 12."
The white boy's gaze fell on the boy's wrist, where a chain with a plastic tag was looped with two Arabic numerals 12.
"It's a pity, it's a failed work after all."
The boy was still clutching his neck, unable to speak, his chest sinking in the heaving and undulating, as if a large hand was clutching his thin chest, squeezing out the air inside, and even the ribs protruding under the skin could be seen.
The white boy shook his right hand holding the thin stick slightly, and the linen cloth rolled on it instantly fell off, revealing the contents inside.
It was really a wooden stick, but it was covered with dark cyan shark skin, with a faint reflection, and Long Yun felt that it looked like a scabbard.
As if performing some kind of sacred ritual, the white boy gently pulled the stick away from the middle, and sure enough, a sharp blade was revealed in the middle.
Long Yun only then appeared, this thing was not a knife at all.
The blade looks somewhat similar to the ancient Chinese sword, with a pointed end, wide in the middle, and a little narrower at the end, but it is very different from the sword, the hilt is generally only a few inches long, and the handle of this "sword" is basically the same length as its blade.
Of course Long Yun won't know one thing, this knife is not a sword, the sword is not a sword thing, but it is actually the unique weapon of the white boy, it is a modified Japanese gun, which belongs to the Warring States period, and it has its own resounding name, Dragonfly Cut.
This famous gun, together with the Mite-pestle and the Japanese number, is known as the world's three guns, and this gun was made by the swordsmith of the "Demon Sword Muramasa", the caster of the "Demon Sword Muramasa".
It is said that the blade of this gun is extremely sharp, and it can cut off dragonflies in flight just by standing upright, hence the name "dragonfly cut".
During Japan's Warring States Period, the earliest holder of "Dragonfly Cut" was Honda Tadashikatsu, who was the forward of the Tokugawa Army and had been in and out of the battlefield 57 times, but he was able to do it without injury, and was known as the first fierce general of Japan's Warring States.
Dragonfly cut later passed into the hands of his son Honda Tadasa, who killed dozens of people in the battle between Tokugawa Ieyasu and Toyotomi Hideyoshi outside Osaka Castle when the entire Tokugawa side retreated.
In the end, he suffered more than 20 wounds and was outnumbered, and was won by Yumori Tatsuemon.
After this battle, the "Dragonfly Cut" has never been known since.
The sheath was removed from the body of the spear, and the white boy held the handle with both hands, and the "dragonfly cut" in his hand drew a silver arc in the air and returned to the sheath.
He stopped looking at the boy on his knees and turned to leave.
The flames in the boy's pupils were gradually extinguishing, his eyes were slowly losing their lustre, but the person had lost the expression of struggle and pain just now.
The white boy disappeared around the corner of the bridge, and a faint streak of blood appeared between the boy's ribs from the upper right corner of his forehead to the left side, like a thin red thread.
Blood began to slowly seep out of the thin slit, slowly sliding down the pale skin.
The boy remained on his knees, and finally, his entire body suddenly split in half and scattered on the ground, and the blood finally came out and stained a large area of the deck red.
After the white boy left, the deck resumed its busy scene, and under the command of the guards, the body of the crew was packed into a body bag and thrown into the sea, and the boy's body was thrown directly out of the railing and fell into the sea.
Blood will soon attract sharks, and there's no easier and quicker way to destroy a corpse.
The white boy went up the gangway to the fifth floor.
His strength was completely beyond Long Yun's imagination, which was almost a perverted combat power, and he completed the lore of the boy known as the No. 12 test subject in just a snap of his fingers.
The boy who had been able to easily kill a divine servant and several guards in a few seconds had already shocked Long Yun, and he was powerless in front of the white-headed boy at first.
There was no contact at all, there was no fight at all, there was no resistance at all, and it was directly killed Thinking that there were no more perverts like white boys on this boat, Long Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath, don't go into the tiger's den to get a tiger, don't be afraid when you come, since you have entered Baoshan, you can't go home empty-handed.
He pulled his helmet down a little and walked up the gangway upstairs.
When they reached the corridor on the fourth floor, two guards stood and stopped Long Yun when they saw him.
"This is a forbidden area, do you understand the rules, didn't your captain tell you" One of the muzzles was almost on the tip of Long Yun's nose, directly opening the safe, and the other directly pressed the muzzle of the gun against Long Yun's chest.
It's a very easy way to get mad.
Long Yun felt that his killing wildness was squeezed out of his bones by this guy, and his right hand had already touched the Mad Dog Advanced Tactical Knife in his waist, and his palms were slightly oozing sweat.
If it weren't for another purpose, this guy would have been killed right now.
"I'm an electrician" Long Yun shook the snatched crew card, deliberately pressed the face on the headshot with his fingers, only revealing his name and position, and then quickly put it back in his pocket, "The captain asked me to overhaul the line, and the shot below just now may have pierced a cable, and the voltage is a little unstable." ” In order to increase his convincingness, Long Yun turned around and pointed to the nail plate, "If you don't fix it quickly, if something goes wrong when the door crane is hoisted, something will happen again." ” Obviously, the chaos just now had made these guards of the Liberation Society feel uneasy, seeing that Long Yun was right, the two of them glanced at each other, and one of the guys suddenly fell on the canvas bag on Long Yun's shoulder, and pointed: "What is that?"
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Oops, Long Yun was secretly shocked in his heart, he didn't do any camouflage just now, he directly stuffed the CI4 bulletproof helmet and modular assault rifle into it, as long as he opened the bag and saw it, he immediately revealed the filling: