Su Ming stood quietly on the roof of a small building, the darkness blended him with the eaves, he quietly waited for the movement in the city, as long as the three women moved, he would immediately raid an anti-aircraft gun position not far in front of him.
He removed his helmet, and the symbiotic bodily fluids covering his face faded with amusement, revealing his face and skin.
A light breeze blows, and the air is slightly cool.
He felt the slightly damp veil of the night, and the smell was not floral, only iron and blood.
The city is so quiet that there is not even the sound of dogs barking, but every now and then there are a few gunshots that make it impossible to identify who the victim is.
Su Ming didn't have any expression, the battlefield was like this, he could indulge Holleway's sympathy as a way to keep the squad united and maintain a good image in front of the X-Men, but he didn't need sympathy himself.
He's a warrior, he's a killer, and sympathy for strangers is too extravagant.
He can disguise himself like an ordinary person, he can be a boss, he can be a cousin, he can be a good person The atmosphere of the world is like this, he is imitating the masked people here, so that he does not appear too out of place and thus rejected by the world.
But in fact, he has been using these appearances to cover up his plans, and these plans, when others are unknowing, are all carried out according to Knell's thoughts.
His mind had always been very calm, symbiotes and godkillers were not enough to influence his will, even saving the world was only the first step in a huge plan, he wanted to pull the world back to his familiar timeline and take what he wanted.
There were no stars or moon in the sky, there were only enemies, and under the sky of the city, he was surrounded on all sides.
"Boom !!"
The roar of an explosion was heard in the distance, shattering the silence of the night, and almost instantaneously all the searchlights of the airship were pointed in that direction, and the flames of the explosion rose into the air among the countless lampposts.
"An oil depot, has it begun?"
Su Ming buckled his helmet, and the symbiote began to spread on his face, and he felt as if a cold hand touched his face, but it quickly merged with himself.
A string of glowing numbers passed through the helmet's red eyepiece, the self-test was completed, and the tactical eyepiece was activated.
Jumping directly from the small building, the Cloak of the Demon Float led him towards the enemy, and in the darkness of the night, he was silent.
Death knell, get moving.
The anti-aircraft artillery position, in fact, only occupied a small garden, surrounded by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving a passage in and out.
On either side of the passage, two simple wooden single rooms were erected, and that was where the sentinels were located.
But generally no one wanted to huddle in there, which was meant to hide from the rain, and in good weather like today, even a well-trained German soldier would not require a sentry to be on standby in a small sentry box.
At this time, two Germans were standing together on the side of the road, smoking and chatting.
One of them, who was older, maybe even a veteran of the First World War, was telling the young people around him about what had happened during the day.
In his colorful description, a humanoid monster in black and yellow armor slaughtered among them, and even the five-meter-tall Iron Warrior was eaten raw.
The young man was so frightened that he trembled, even if he went to the battlefield and killed a lot of people, but eating people was too terrifying.
I've just heard that Hydra has a habit of eating people, do enemies have it too?
However, in reality, the veterans did not go to the vicinity at all, and the really experienced veterans would not go near the explosion site.
He just climbed up the relatively tall buildings near here at the time of the incident, looked at the fountain square, and then processed the past himself to scare the recruits for fun.
The recruits were completely frightened by the story, and if you think about it carefully, you will realize that they are air defense forces, and they have no chance to go to the front line.
"Is it really that scary?"
The recruit was trembling and smoking a cigarette, he was originally just a small citizen in a small town, and his enlistment in the army was complete to the worship of the Führer, and the breath of air in his chest.
"Hey, don't believe it, look at what kind of monster weapons we have, isn't it normal for the enemy to make similar ones?"
The veteran slowly puffed out smoke rings and stood side by side with the recruit, the two of them looking at the road, his wrinkled face showing an angry expression, as if he was angry because the recruit was disobedient.
It's like in World War I, the British first invented the tank, and after finding it to work well, countries quickly had it.
"No, no disbelief, old Hans, go on, what is that monster like?"
Standing guard at night is a very boring thing, especially in the city of Paris, and if the veteran does not speak to him, it will be too difficult tonight.
The veteran scratched his head, how to make it up, I didn't see it too clearly at the time.
"Anyway, that monster can grow many tails from the back of the buttocks, and that tail can also use all kinds of weapons, and I saw with my own eyes that the tail can drive a tank, and it drives the tank directly into the mouth of the weirdo."
"Really?
What else?
"Something is wrong with the recruits, is that surreal?
Are all Allied fighters monsters?
"That strange man is very ugly, half black and half yellow, he doesn't have the appearance of a human at all, he catches a person is a bite, bite off the head or bite off the leg first, it all depends on your luck."
The veteran is drooling, he is talking about it, what is reasonable?
Inexistent.
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"What does this have to do with luck?"
The recruit asked another question.
"If you bite off your head first, you will die more painfully, and if you bite off your leg first, you will die more painfully."
The veteran raised his head, spoke faintly, and slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes.
The recruits scratched their necks, feeling a little uncomfortable, as the evening breeze blew through the trees around them, and the leaves made a rustling sound that surrounded them like dark ghosts.
He felt a little chilly, as if he was being targeted by some ghost.
"Don't worry, although that weirdo is powerful, he must not be the opponent of our great Führer, and we will definitely win!"
The veteran patted the recruit on the shoulder, only to find that the recruit had fallen straight down, his face full of horror, his eyes wide open, and he had lost his breath.
He fell on the soft lawn, and he didn't even make a sound.
The veteran crouched down and touched his neck, checked for wounds, and wanted to shoot as a warning.
However, at this moment, he noticed a pair of unfamiliar feet in front of him The owner of the feet seemed to be clinging to them, eavesdropping on them, but he felt nothing.
No breath, no sound, no soul, the man was completely one with the night.
He slowly looked up, his gaze moving up from his steel boots, to the black and yellow warning color in the darkness, and then to the scarlet one-eyed.
Then he felt his gaze spin, and then all the environment was away from him.
That's when he sees the last color.
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