On the periphery of the villa with a sea view, there is a forest park.

The figures in twos and threes, as if staring at the hunting wolves, had a ghostly glint in their eyes.

Ambushed here is the special forces of the first ace of the United States, even the most elite special operations soldiers in the world.

They were fully armed, armed with high-concentration tranquilizer guns and military daggers, and the water surrounding the entire villa was impassable.

Fierce eyes, sharp and resolute.

These people are cat-like, agile as jungle cheetahs, with a bloody aura around them.

One held a gun, the other held a pitch-black dagger, only a glimmer of light at the blade.

The dagger is about a foot long, and the deep blood groove is opened in the middle, showing a domineering stabbing power, and it is the only weapon for killing and bloodletting.

In the anesthetic gun, the highest concentration of anesthetic is used, and one needle is enough to numb an adult African elephant.

Each of them held their breath, as if facing a great enemy, quietly waiting for the appearance of the target.

Before joining the operation, the commander had shown them a video that was comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster.

In the material, the target person shows a strong ability to make them call God.

Until now, some people have doubts about the authenticity of that video material.

In their opinion, the target's capabilities are far beyond the limits of normal humans.

There is absolutely no one in the world who can reach that level of unbelievable arrogance.

Although they had some doubts in their hearts, they showed enough caution out of professionalism.

A special operator lurks in a hidden corner, waiting for the target to appear.

Over time, slowly passed.

Outside the door of the villa, on the clean and tidy driveway, a figure walked slowly.

Dressed in black, with a deep and restrained arrogance.

His pace is slow, but fast.

Every step taken is like idleness after work.

It seems that the frequency of the steps is not high, and the amplitude is not large.

But surprisingly, it's extremely fast.

Before, I clearly saw that the other party was hundreds of meters away, and I took three or two steps slowly, and I was already close.

That feeling is like a kind of freedom to wander out of the laws of space.

At this moment, this group of special combat personnel could not help but be amazed.

They raised their tranquilizer guns and shot in the direction of the visitor.

As members of the elite special forces, each one is a one-in-a-million sharpshooter.

The grasp of opportunities, the judgment of space, and the reaction of the enemy were all fully prepared.

The tacit cooperation between each other completely seals the angle that the enemy can dodge.

It can be said that this was a successful decapitation operation.

It's just a pity that they picked the wrong opponent.

Because all the previous predictions and plans are based on known information.

For example, the firing angle and spatial distance are determined by analyzing the enemy's maximum speed and then using computer data processing and calculations to prepare a plan before the start of the operation.

However, this plan has obviously deviated.

The enemy's top speed, faster than the known upper limit.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A faint, barely audible sound, ringing all around.

Like a storm, it locks the space around the target.

Moreover, the landing point of each anesthetic needle has been carefully calculated.

It's just that the target dodges too quickly.

With a big stride, the ground under his feet trembled slightly, and he was stepped out of a deep pit.

The target's body, shuttling through the air, rubbed into a shrill sonic boom.

The strong wind brought by the high-speed movement is like a hurricane rolling up on the flat ground, raging violently.

These special combat members were surprised to find that when the target moved, a long wave of air was pulled out behind them.

The air waves, visible to the naked eye, made them sound the image of jet planes sprinting through the sky.

In the retina, phantoms appeared one after another.

I can't see clearly at all, which one is a real person and which one is a phantom.

The wind was blowing, and this group of special combat personnel didn't even have time to react.

One by one, they were knocked out by the force that could not be resisted.

The tragic scene was like a car accident.

The enemy showed no mercy, and the way to fight back was very simple.

To put it in one word, that is: rampage.

But this counterattack combined with extreme speed erupts with unpredictable destructive power.

The bones of the special combat team members who were knocked into the air were broken, the broken bones were pierced and the flesh came out, and the bone marrow and blood splattered, and they fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

Their whole body can no longer see any good places.

The smell of blood quickly spread through the air.

Dozens of carefully trained special combat team members suffered the end of the regimental annihilation in a short instant.

The tragic death is hard to look at.

Although they are all first-class warriors, there is still no suspense in the ending.

You must know that under the impact of this extreme speed, even the average strong man has to temporarily avoid the edge and dare not touch the tiger's whiskers.

If each of these special combat personnel had the strength of a strong man and could react in an instantaneous impact, then this unit would have been invincible in the world long ago.

In the final analysis, elite special combat personnel still belong to the ranks of ordinary people.

How is it possible to confront a non-human freak powerhouse?

In a short period of time, none of the special combat forces lurking around were spared.

The target person is extremely ruthless and merciless.

When I go abroad, the sky is high and the birds are still flying, and the sea is wide and the fish jumps.

Naturally, the Black Prison Dragon King also revealed his true face - ruthless.

In his eyes, human life is no different from ants.

After killing so many people one after another, he didn't even frown.

On his face, there was neither the excitement after the killing, nor the slightest guilt.

Calm appearance, like a passerby who has done nothing and knows nothing.

This indifferent expression is more terrifying than any extreme emotion.

He is like a god of death from hell, and wherever he goes, the flowers of life wither everywhere.

Indifferent, indifferent, like a piece of ice, a piece of steel, no foreign object can make his emotions produce the slightest ripple.

In his eyes, he showed contempt for life.

The shadow of death, accompanied by the left and right, is like a shadow.

At this time, he stood quietly at the scene of corpses everywhere, staring ahead.

The blood flowed uncontrollably, as if it could avoid the place where he stood.

Dressed in black, not stained with blood, but still so clean.

Alone, standing in place, but with a peerless demeanor of self-respect.

That is, the demeanor against the background of blood.

Heaven and earth are solemn, and all things are quiet.

In the air, wisps of slaughter filled the air silently.

Not far away, several military trucks were parked.

A white general, staring gloomily at a satellite surveillance screen.

"This kind of inhuman guy must either be killed or firmly controlled, otherwise, it will be a crime against ordinary humans. ”

The voice was suddenly raised, with a wisp of trembling.

On his cold face, a trace of fear involuntarily flashed.

You can imagine how terrible the destructive power of the guy on the surveillance screen is.

If such a person enters a densely populated city, it will be difficult for him to mobilize troops to encircle and suppress him.

Extreme speed and furious power make it an invincible existence.

This is not alarmism, and against a strong man of this strength, other means will not have any effect at all except the use of heavy weapons.

If the other party lurks in the ordinary crowd, it is even more impossible to deal with.

"Your Excellency, rest assured, he will soon be caught by us or killed on the spot. ”

Next to him, a man in a crisp suit swore an oath.

As he spoke, he smiled and waved his hand.

On a military truck, two sealed cabins were slowly unloaded.

More than a dozen scientific researchers in white coats were waiting for the battle.

In their hands, they all hold extremely sophisticated measuring instruments.

Whispering incessantly, as if assessing something.

After a while, the scientific researcher at the head nodded towards the man in the suit.

Immediately, the man in the suit walked to the sealed cabin and placed his palm on a smooth and smooth sensing area.

DiDi ......

"The palmprint is confirmed, and it matches the permission database. ”

As the voice sounded, the man in the suit took another step forward, his eyes fixed on the camera in the sealed cabin.