"You deserve to die!"

……

The middle-aged woman slowly raised her head, and saw a tall figure appear in front of the iron fence at some point, blocking the path of the bullets, and took the bullet for them with her arm.

is also dressed in a dusty and simple camouflage military uniform, his face is covered with mud and dirt, and his body is slightly thin, not as burly as the soldier who just smashed the door and entered, but his face is a little more cold and solemn, it is Lu Chan who deliberately sped up and rushed over.

After entering the door, Lu Chan saw this scene, didn't think about it, and with the momentum, he instantly moved to the front of the iron cage and directly took the shot with his arm.

The powerful impact of the M4A9 rifle bullet did not penetrate or even break Lu Chan's seemingly fragile arm as expected. Instead, he was slowed down by a special ice-blue force, and he was stuck in the muscles that were not obvious under Lu Chan's camouflage uniform.

The ice ability operated, and the muscles expanded and contracted, and the bullet was squeezed out.

"Ding Dong!" The sound of a bullet falling to the ground, accompanied by a large amount of blood gushing out, spread, quickly infecting the already dusty army-green camouflage uniform, leaving a large black stain. But before the blood could drop to the ground, the ice ability instantly froze in place.

Lu Chan ignored the stinging pain in his arm, and the purgatory-like scene around him came into view, and his better eyesight allowed him to quickly see everything in the basement.

The blood stains on the ground, the struggling hostages, the motionless children on the operating table, the dissected children, and the horrific blood stains under those children. Lu Chan's mind instantly reproduced the scene just now.

The pained expressions of those children when they were tortured, the wails of despair, the helpless grief of struggling under those people. The wanton smiles of those thugs, the morbid and tyrannical cruelty. Almost despair reappeared in Lu Chan's mind.

The corpse of the child who had been dissected was only a shell, and the almost disgusting dissection scene next to him, rotten flesh, fat and bones. Directly caused the string called rational restraint in Lu Chan's mind to snap with a click.

He somewhat understood what Zhang Li's words meant, these people ...... All damn it.

Lu Chan's expression on his face did not change much, but his slightly narrowed eyes and pursed lips showed that his anger was already intense to the extreme at this time, and the anger in his eyes couldn't be suppressed as if it was about to explode.

……

"Captain!"

Zhang Li, who reacted, greeted Lu Chan eagerly, and before he could explain the situation, he was interrupted by Lu Chan.

"You protect them, and I'll take care of these people...... They are all ...... Damn!" Lu Chan pointed to the iron cage behind him and explained to Zhang Li.

The tone was light, but it revealed the extreme coldness, the expression on his face became more and more fierce, his lips became tighter and tighter, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

Before Zhang Li could react, Lu Chan directly rushed towards the several white mercenaries who reacted and shot at this side at a speed that was unreachable to the naked eye.

"Captain, your injury ......" Zhang Li was about to ask worriedly, but thinking of the captain's strength, he couldn't help but chuckle, secretly said that he was stupid, and silently took back the next words.

……

Lu Chan directly and quickly dodged through the rain of bullets at an extremely tricky angle, and instantly came to several people.

……

The few white mercenaries were a little frightened when they saw Lu Chan's reaction speed and the neat movement of the dodge.

Is this still a human?

A white mercenary with a terrifying scar on his face that slid from the corner of his left eye to his right cheekbone looked at Lu Chan's familiar and neat dodging of the gunshot, as well as the flash of ice blue, and suddenly some images flashed in his mind, and he thought of something.

Extreme horror suddenly burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and he muttered to himself in a somewhat slur and slurred manner: "What...... How could it be him!Falcon! This madman! Isn't he on a mission in Northern Europe? How can he be here!"

Immediately reacted, almost frantically shouting to his companions: "Withdraw! Withdraw! We are not his opponents, he is a demon, a butcher, a madman who kills people without blinking!"

"What's going on!" I asked a few white mercenary companions, who I saw when I saw Scar Mercenary's sudden madness.

"Listen to me, retreat! He's the madman who slaughtered the headquarters of the Divine Mercenary Corps a few years ago!" Scar said as he kicked away the Asian-faced doctor who was about to hug his thigh, holding an AK47 and running away.

He had been a member of the Divine Eye Mercenary Group before he joined the G.S., and that terrible and tragic night was still in his mind.