Blood flowed from the wound and fell to the ground, blending into the pool of blood that had already fused with the blood of an unknown number of people.

Jasque clenched his teeth and barely supported his body from falling, at this time there were more than ten wounds on his body, large and small, and there were huge wounds in the abdomen and under the ribs, which had injured the main blood vessels, and blood was gushing outward. But the biggest trauma on his body was in his leg.

The tendons and muscles of the left calf are split straight by a sharp blade and cut straight to the bone. Now I don't feel anything in my left calf except for severe pain. The whole body couldn't move flexibly to continue fighting, and at this moment he was already a seriously injured lone wolf, relying only on the last pride in his chest to hold on and not fall.

Not far away, Dillon looked at Jask with a very ugly face, he knew that Jask's strength was very strong, but he also knew that he would inevitably defeat Jask by relying on the advantage of numbers, after all, every member of the special service team he once belonged to was an excellent leader in the military.

However, Dillon's expectations deviated greatly from reality, and although Jask was ultimately defeated, the special service team paid a heavy price.

The special service team of nearly twenty people did not have any deviation casualties in the entire assassination operation, but at this moment, there were only five members of the team who could stand, including Dillon. The rest were mortally wounded and killed by Jask.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time before Dillon said quietly, "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed the most difficult enemy I have ever seen." Phew, I'd rather bite the back of a turtle with my teeth than fight someone like you again. ”

Dillon swallowed, his mouth suddenly missing the drink he had drunk at the wedding banquet.

"But it's okay, it's all gone. Dillon chuckled, a look of relief on his face.

Jask stared at Dillon's face with hatred that threatened to swallow him.

At this moment, Dillon was completely relaxed, in a good mood, looking at Jasker's appearance, there was a sense of joy after victory in his heart.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, do you want to drag me to hell with you? Saying that, Dillon took a few steps closer to Jasker and said, "Jasker, don't struggle anymore, just accept your fate." Neither you nor anyone else should have died on Doom Day three years ago, and it's worth it for so long to live so long. ”

After saying that, Dillon exhaled deeply, and then felt the stench of blood in his lungs, turned his head and took a sip, and the brick continued to Jasker: "Seeing the friendship between you and me for three years, you can say a last wish before you die, and I will try my best to help you fulfill it." Hmm? I don't have an idea, I can give you two reminders, such as choosing a clean place with less ruins, or burying you and Dikar closer when the time comes. ”

Then Dillon smiled again: "But don't be too harsh, for example, if you want to find smuggled cigarettes like Rick and smoke, I can't do it, after all, I am a law-abiding citizen of Tsukishima, and smoking is illegal." ”

Jasque glared at Dillon angrily, with great strength, and with blood bubbles in his mouth, he said vaguely, "Go... Die... Let's do it!"

"Hahahaha

"Old fellow, I still admire the hard way you look like a dead duck. Let's see if you still have such integrity and bones when I poke your body into ten or eight blood holes in a while, don't scream at that time. ”

Jasker gritted his teeth, but his breathing was inevitably heavy, his body was weakened and paralyzed by massive blood loss, and he was about to lose his instincts in a trance, and Jasker knew that there was no possibility of waking up after losing his instincts this time.

Unwilling!

Hatred!

Wrath!

Kick oneself!

All kinds of dark emotions continued to torment Jaske in the last days of his life, and although he was in the air, he was already in hell.

Dillon sneered, "Jask, goodbye." If there is a next life, stay away from me, or I will kill you again. ”

As soon as the words fell, a sharp whistling sound was heard in the darkness, and according to experience, it should be some kind of sharp weapon thrown by someone to break through the wind.

Dillon said badly, didn't even turn his head, stretched out his hand and pinched Jasker's throat, twisted his body suddenly, and instantly changed positions with Jasker, letting Jasker go to be a shield for himself.

It didn't occur to him that the whistling blade was not targeting Dillon, but he heard a miserable cry and remembered that a branch the thickness of a baby's wrist had passed through the chest of a member of the Secret Service team. The sharpened tip of the tree peeked out from the top of the chest, and viscous blood fell down the tip.

"Alert, enemy attack!" Dillon roared in warning, his eyes fixed on the darkness behind the attacked.

Two members of the special service team rushed towards it with armed stabs in their hands, one on the left and the other on the right. The other member leaned over to Dillon, keeping an eye on what was going on around him.

Dillon poked the thorn in his hand into Jasker's chest, and the dripping blood flowed out, and Dillon said angrily, "Old fellow, tell me who else is with you, Mina? or Andrew?"

Jasker smirked at the corners of his mouth, a grunting sound came out of his throat, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Damn!" Dillon cursed, Jasker had to die at this time, but Dillon didn't care, still holding Jasker's body to prevent attacks that might come from the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the darkness, followed by the screams of another person. In the darkness that Dillon could only hear, the grinding sound of sharp blades quickly cutting across the muscles, seeping into the bone marrow and making the legs go weak.

"Who is it!" Dillon howled again, people always have an inexplicable fear of the unknown, and at this moment Dillon also felt an inexplicable fear of the enemy lurking in the darkness. A Jask man who had brought his team to ruin, and now this man had made him a bare-bones commander.

As Dillon's roar fell, there was a sound of footsteps, but a short figure was seen walking out of the darkness, carrying a blood-stained spur in one hand and a bladeless black knife in the other.

"ZERO!" Dillon was shocked when he saw this man, and he did everything he could, but finally ignored the boy who had disappeared for days.

Just when Dillon was immersed in surprise, Jask suddenly opened his eyes as soon as he closed them, and his eyes were full of fierce killing intent.

But seeing Jasker's chest thrust forward, his chest was directly pierced by the army in Dillon's hand.

Dillon was taken aback when he saw this, and before he could react to what was going on, Jasker, who was desperate to shorten the distance between the two, suddenly opened his mouth and bit his throat fiercely.