At this time, it was close to eleven o'clock in the evening, and the bustling crowd on the street gradually disappeared, and vehicles passed by on the overpass from time to time. Even though it is known as the city that never sleeps, the city at this time is much less noisy and a little quieter.

It's just that this gradually thick night is filled with a lot of heavy murderous atmosphere. With the sound of a roaring motor, a row of pure black vans appeared from the night and quickly disappeared into the distance.

"Silver Wolf Team 1 is in place. The whisper was almost inaudible, and in the distance, at the top of a tall building, several head-to-toe men crouched on the roof of a building, a sniper squad.

A sniper, an observer, and unlike a normal Ranger sniper team, there is also an ammunition man on the side. And what the sniper is holding in his hand is definitely not any brand of sniper rifle that can be seen on a regular basis.

Under the simple and rugged gun, two magazines were mounted, and the sniper took the magazines from the ammunition man, which were golden bullets composed entirely of warheads, with no charge and no bottom fire. The surface of the finger-long bullet shimmered with metallic luster, but at the end of the bullet, it was painted in different colors, one blue and one red.

Of course, it won't be an ordinary steel or lead bullet, but a polar and ghostly bullet, and inside the bullet covered in depleted uranium, it is impressively the size of a gas cylinder. At the moment of impact, the frictional heat causes the depleted uranium to melt, and the temperature of 3ooo degrees is enough for the bullet to penetrate any powerful defense, and with it, the Soul Oracle of extreme cold or heat.

Of course, in order to put the blood in the bullet, it is necessary to ensure that there is enough to achieve its power, so there is no place to put the charge.

I saw the sniper insert the magazine into the receiver, gently pull the handle, and the bullet was pushed into the chamber with a click. He then inserted the magazine into the back of the magazine, pulling the handle a second time, this time with a longer stroke, and with the same crisp metal impact, a separate charge was pressed against the back of the bullet.

The hollowed-out barrel spread out a full two meters long, so much so that two bipods had to be installed in front of it, a full thirty centimeters long, to contain the powerful recoil.

"8oo meters away from the target, the bullet is expected to fall 47 centimeters, the lateral wind is 5km/h, aim at the target, and report at any time. "The observer gave the data on aiming using a sight mirror and a ballistic calculator.

Based on this information, the sniper slowly moves the position and elevation angle of the gun, and on the crosshair in the center of the sniper scope is a man wearing a hooded and sweatshirt. At this time, he was sitting on the edge of the viaduct, with his legs on the bottom, and he was shaking.

"Aim for the target. Seeing that the sniper did not reply, the observer repeated it again.

A drop of water fell to the ground, it was the sweat of the sniper, his right hand, which had carried out countless missions and had always been as steady as Tarzan, but this time there was a slight tremble, the crossing of the crosshairs, several times passed by the hooded man's heart, but he always dared not stop.

Whew, he let out a long breath, bit his lip slightly, and lifted it 47 centimeters from his heart, "Confirm, aim at it." ”

Soon, a lot of reports came from the channel.

"Silver Wolf Team 2 is in position, aiming at the target. ”

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"Aquila Team 1 is in position. The sound was accompanied by the characteristic sound of the barrel of the Mini Okana's gun turning and the whistling of the propeller.

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The black van drifted and stopped at the two sections of the interchange, and a field support commissioner dressed in a black combat uniform, Yu Guan, got out of the car and quickly assembled his weapons.

At the same time, an oil truck broke down on the side of the road, and after just a few minutes, billowing smoke began to spread, and the police reacted extremely quickly and immediately began to evacuate the crowd.

Of course, this is exactly the hand of the soul hunter, to divert the attention of the public and the police as much as possible. After all, in the face of the apostles, it is far beyond the scope of the duties of these servants of the people, and there really cannot be more sacrifices in this war between God and man.

"I can't hide it. Juan Fu shook his head and said softly.

Everyone gathered in the hall at this time, the holographic projection played the scene in the center of the hall in 4D, and the apostle came alone, obviously ready for a decisive battle, he was silently waiting, waiting for the main force of the soul hunter to appear.

This is not a barren desert mountain forest, nor a backward poor country, this is the CBD of the first-tier city of the world's second largest economy.

Wang Ling and Franklin had already left to join the Field Support Department, and they were standing not far from the viaduct, looking up at the hooded man.

Around them were Bingning Leng Rui and Hill.

Franklin smiled at Hill, "I'm sorry that you had to face a life-and-death struggle on your first night in our country. ”

Hill smiled and raised the bow in his hand, "I'm here for this purpose, so why am I sorry?"

"Are you all here yet?" the hooded man's feet suddenly stopped shaking, and he rolled over and jumped onto the parapet of the viaduct, standing there motionless.

He didn't face anyone, as if talking to himself, but his voice sounded in everyone's heart at the same time, deafening. It was a soul-striking voice! It was clear that he was looking at the night sky in the distance, but it made everyone feel as if they were facing him.

The hooded man slowly took off his hat, revealing a green face that looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. But the expression on his face was very distorted, as if he was angry, as if he was mocking, as if he was crying, as if he was snickering with joy.

"Heh, and a few familiar faces. His eyes swept over Bingning and the others, and finally fixed on Franklin's face.

"The person who killed my puppet last time was you, and the person who took away my guide this time is also you, in that case, let's settle the old and new accounts together. ”

Hey?

He suddenly noticed Wang Ling, this weird guy also left an extremely "deep" impression on himself last time, and the most important thing is that he clearly felt the aura of forging gods on Wang Ling.

"Have you used it?" The hooded man, no, he should be called the Soul Apostle, after he muttered something, he suddenly looked at Wang Ling's eyes, and a purple light pierced the sky in an instant.

"Not good!" Franklin immediately reached out to push Wang Ling, but how could his movements be compared to the light? When he made a move, the light had already rushed into Wang Ling's eyes.

Wang Ling felt that his surroundings suddenly turned into a sea of purple, and he couldn't see anything but purple. Moreover, his sense of limbs was fading, and he was becoming unable to hear, see, or touch.

It was the apostles who were trying to take possession of his body!

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Wang Ling reacted instantly, and his brain began to desperately send signals to his body, but this power was too powerful. Wang Ling felt like a bubble, slowly floating up, and he looked down, it was his body.

He simply could not resist the power of the apostles.

"Get out!"

At that moment, the old voice appeared, and the purple light receded like a tide, as if frightened.

Not!

Wang Ling fell to his knees suddenly, holding his head hard, Bing Ning hurriedly supported him, "How is it?"

"You...... Who are you?" asked the Soul Apostle with surprise in his eyes. A drop of purple blood flowed from his nostrils, slashed across his chin, and fell to the ground, and in the confrontation just now, he was actually injured!

Although everyone present did not speak, everyone actually shouted in their hearts, it turned out that the apostle was not so strong, it turned out that he would also be injured!

At the same time, Wang Ling's appearance is also deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, and even everyone selectively ignores the fact that it is the national goddess who supports him. Although everyone doesn't know how Wang Ling did it, the fact is that the apostle shed blood.

The Soul Apostle touched his finger under his nose and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It seems that the appearance is a bit weak, it seems that it is really not good to be less serious." ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes and looked up at the night sky, raising his hands to the sides, looking like a starting hand before diving, but how could it be so simple?

WARNING! WARNING! A sharp increase in the target's energy has been detected!

This hint popped out of everyone's void mirror, in fact, even if it didn't prompt, it could see the strange appearance of the soul apostle.

A layer of purple light poured out of his body, condensed around him, and then began to spin non-stop, a tornado composed entirely of energy enveloped him, and in just a few seconds, it shot straight into the sky.

sky

lit up

"Mom, is it a monster?" a little girl ran to her parents' room, woke up her sleeping parents, and pointed out the window, holding a Membius tightly in her arms.

When his parents saw the sky outside, they instantly became panicked, grabbed the little girl and ran to the basement.

A few drunken young men were strolling along the streets, dancing shoulder-shaking dances to prevent depression, and in an instant the dark road in front of them suddenly became bright, but this snow was deep purple.

"Looks like I've drunk too much," one of them swallowed, emptied the beer bottle in his hand and respectfully placed it in the recyclable bin.

Something similar is happening throughout the city, the whole sky is glowing with purple light, and everyone who hasn't fallen asleep climbs out of bed and walks to the window to see this purple sky that only exists in the anime world.

Panic, or rejoicing, or fear, or piety.

But for Soul Hunters, the biggest problem is precisely ...... Everything can't be hidden. Even if the apostles are stopped today and this war is won in a short period of time, it will certainly not be able to change the facts that this world already knows.

The Apostle of Souls is announcing his coming to the world in the most high-profile way. At this time, he was floating in mid-air, dazzling and unable to look directly.

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