A violent explosion roared in front of the building, and in a matter of minutes, everything around the building was completely destroyed!

Highways, street lights, the main entrance of the building, nearby shops, roadside flower beds, several military trucks, countless police cars, police, civilians.

Everything disappeared in the sudden sound of an explosion.

The whole scene was dead silent.

The fire silently burned the wreckage of the car, gradually swept away the corpses of the police and civilians, the blood was steamed dry in the blazing firelight, only a few minutes, in just a few minutes, there were fierce gun battles, bomb attacks, machine gun strafing, missile bombardment of the chaotic scene, in the final missile explosion completely quieted down, became a dead space.

There was no sound.

It's quiet and it's scary.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on, how did this happen?"

The chaotic footsteps in the corridor continued, but the ordinary U.S. troops responsible for occupying the space had spread from the first floor to the twentieth floor, and each layer of space was firmly occupied by dense U.S. troops, and the special forces and special service soldiers in charge of pursuing Wang Fuyu rushed upstairs with a roar, and one of the U.S. soldiers lay on the ground, looking at the dead space downstairs, with an expression of seeing a ghost in the daytime, and kept muttering to himself.

Before the final explosion sounded, he was closely watching the crazy slaughter downstairs with his comrades, and at the same time calling the command over and over again, trying not to get in touch with the benefits, as an ordinary American army, his mission was not dangerous, but he was responsible for occupying the space of the twentieth floor and blocking Wang Fuyu's retreat downstairs, as for the pursuit mission, it was all handed over to the red robe, special service soldiers and special forces to complete.

But this does not mean that there is no blood in their hearts, in fact, as the world's first powerful soldiers, every American military has a kind of pride in their hearts that cannot be described in words, when the chaos downstairs just broke out, countless American troops were roaring to the command, asking to go down to support the American police below, but the command has never responded, for the soldiers who take obedience to orders as their duty, although they are extremely angry in their hearts, but under the premise of no support orders, they can only watch.

However, they didn't even get to see it for long.

The Clan Law Enforcement team quickly snatched two of their helicopter gunships, and the heavy machine gun bullets hailed like hail at the civilians and police below, one of which quickly rose and began to fire wildly at the inside of the building.

Three floors. Six floors. Nine floors. Twelve floors.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of several floors were completely shattered in an instant, and the bullets of heavy machine guns rushed in with a roar, and the US troops who occupied most of the floor space had no way to dodge at all, and they were directly strafed into corpses by helicopters like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Then the helicopter began to launch missiles.

The four small Sidewinder missiles on each helicopter were quickly launched, some exploding on the ground and some even crashing into the floors of the building.

A total of eight missiles.

The warriors of the royal family did not waste even a single missile.

The unbridled launch brought the most horrific destruction, blood flowing out and down the floor, and at first glance, it looked like a wicked vandal maniac who had painted countless red paint on the building, eerie and terrifying.

The last missile before the two gunships were shot down was on the twentieth floor.

At that time, he watched the missile fly towards his floor, countless people dodged in a panic, the missile broke through the glass, and the huge strong wind made him who was standing next to the bed fall back suddenly, falling out of the space of the twentieth floor, if it wasn't for the eagerness to reach out and firmly grab the eaves, he would have fallen from the twentieth floor and fell into a pile of minced meat.

Dangerous.

But this danger also saved his life.

The moment his body just fell, before he could stabilize his body, the twentieth floor had already begun to explode, broken office supplies, the corpses and equipment of his comrades, the scorching waves, and the blazing fire rushed out of the window almost at the same time, and he instinctively lowered his head with his hands on the eaves, countless broken objects broke his head and bled out, and his golden hair was also scorched in the firelight, after the explosion, he tried his best to climb back into the building, and before he could react, there was another continuous explosion downstairs.

He was completely stunned, his pride as a U.S. soldier was gone, and he lay on the ground limp and kept muttering to himself.

"Hell, John, you kid is still alive, today must be your lucky day. ”

Another scarred American soldier came to him, sat down, the gun on his body had disappeared, and he was charred black, he felt in his pocket, took out a crumpled box of three-five cigarettes, took it out and handed it to John, who kept muttering, and said, "Rookie, I think you need this now, right?"

John's body shook, he snatched the cigarette and lit it for himself, took a big puff, and after a long time, he calmed down and said in a trembling voice: "Why is this happening? Is the world apocalyptic?"

In the end, there was already a hint of crying in his voice: "Below, many people down there are dead." ”

"yes, they're all dead. ”

The last American soldier who came over sighed, he was slightly older than John, and he had been in the army for a long time, but in a peaceful environment, he suddenly encountered everything just now, his heart was also not calm, he took a hard puff of cigarette, gritted his teeth and said: "It's all done by the miscellaneous members of the royal family, this is a war! We have encountered a war!"

"But why should there be war? Isn't peace bad?"

John trembled violently, and he smoked most of his cigarette in the blink of an eye.

Peace...

War...

The older American soldier looked at him in a trance and muttered, "Yes, why should there be a war?"

"I don't like war, so many people are dead, this damn war, why is all this?"

John's tone suddenly raised, and his voice was unusually agitated.

"Smack!"

A slap in John's face.

The confused veteran suddenly regained his consciousness and said viciously: "Remember, soldier, you are a soldier, this is not a soldier's attitude towards war!

John's lips trembled and he covered his face, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally couldn't help crying loudly, the fear and hesitation in his heart made his cry seem unusually poignant.

The veteran did not stop his comrades from crying, but just lit a cigarette again and smoked in silence.

The footsteps were dull and cluttered.

More U.S. troops, led by special service fighters and special forces, hurried up to the 21st floor.

For the only two survivors left on the twentieth floor, no one gave them a second glance.

In a state of war, everyone has their own responsibilities.

The veteran stared blankly at the compatriots who kept rushing upstairs, and then turned his eyes to look out of the window of the building.

From this height, several blocks below are clearly visible.

Countless military trucks rushed towards the building without slowing down, and there was an endless stream of them.

The old soldier took a cigarette in his mouth and suddenly burst out laughing like madness.

Laughter, cries, footsteps combined and diffused in twenty layers of rich and special scents.

This is the smell of gunpowder smoke and the smell of war.

…

"Brush!"

The sword light broke through the air.

In the space of the fiftieth floor of the building, Qianqiu cut through the air, and the almost perfect arc flashed away.

An American special service soldier who had just rushed up was directly cut in the neck.

There was no imaginary scene of blood splattering, only drips of blood spilling out.

The whole person of the special service soldier who was still fierce just now seemed to lose his strength in an instant, and suddenly fell directly to the ground, covering his neck, and his whole body twitched violently.

"Lord Wang..."

Wang Jianghai looked at Wang Fuyu, who had recovered his thousand years, and subconsciously screamed, his eyes were complicated, with joy, worry, and a trace of uncertain doubt.

There are many ways to cut the opponent's neck with a knife but not see much blood, and Wang Jianghai's skills can also do it, when a person's knife is fast to a certain extent, cut the other party's skin, the skin will only crack a gap, the muscles will subconsciously close, and the blood will flow out after a while.

It's very simple.

To put it bluntly, it's speed and control.

This is undoubtedly a very physically wasteful job.

But Wang Fuyu will be different, Wang Jianghai clearly saw that the neck of the fallen special service soldier was open, but there was no blood, as if it was the moment when the blade cut through the skin, Wang Fuyu directly sucked the other party's blood away with a knife.

He and Wang Fuyu rushed all the way from the thirteenth floor to the fiftieth floor today, the time was not short, but when the spirit was highly concentrated, Wang Jianghai still felt a little tired and a little subconsciously panting, but Wang Fuyu, who had been physically exhausted more, has been calm until now, without the slightest hint of fatigue.

At first, Wang Jianghai felt that the strength of the king side by side was stronger than himself, and his strong physical strength could still support his actions, but as time went by, the two went all the way, and Wang Jianghai finally noticed the difference between Wang Fuyu.

Every swing of the knife, every step, every breath, the amplitude of the swing, the distance of the step, and the frequency of breathing all made Wang Jianghai feel abnormal more and more.

By now, Wang Jianghai could hardly detect Wang Fuyu's breathing, his movements seemed to be more agile, and his swing was lighter, and the nearly thirty kilograms of Qianqiu seemed to be like a toothpick in his hand.

Even many times, Wang Jianghai couldn't detect that Wang Fuyu was wielding a knife.

At this moment, the side by side king seems to have entered a very mysterious state, and every movement is stretched and freehand, extremely relaxed.

Slowly, even Wang Jianghai fell into Wang Fuyu's rhythm, his beating heart gradually calmed down, and his chaotic breathing gradually disappeared, and finally, after seeing Wang Fuyu kill a special service soldier in seconds again, he finally couldn't help but speak.

The special service soldiers who can follow them all the way up are definitely not ordinary characters, at the beginning, because the floor is too low, there are some SS-level, or SS+-level special service soldiers who can barely keep up, but after forty floors, they can still keep up closely, all of them are SSS-level masters, and the one who was killed by Wang Fuyu just now is a top-level SSS+ master, and the strength of this kind of person is not much worse than Wang Jianghai.

But such a person was killed in one fell stab.

Not even a chance to fight back.

If it was placed in the past, Wang Jianghai could be sure that with Wang Fuyu's strength, he would never be able to do this.

It all seems to say one thing.

A thing that Wang Fuyu told him not long ago.

Wang Jianghai was excited with bitterness in his heart, and there was a trace of uncertainty, he hesitated, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Lord Wang, have you broken through?"

Breakthrough!

What this word means when used on Wang Fuyu, who is already a quasi-X-level strength in his own right, is self-evident.

A world-shaking master!

Especially at this critical but fatal time.

If all this is true, Wang Jianghai really doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

A world-shaking master who has broken through the limit in a desperate situation, but can't get out of a desperate situation, what is this?

God's joke?

"Breakthrough? ”

Wang Fuyu was silent for a moment, and his originally calm expression finally showed a hint of annoyance: "It's still a little bit, it's just a little bit." ”

A little bit.

Wang Fuyu couldn't move, how much distance was this point.

But he could clearly feel that this was the closest moment he had ever been to the world-shaking level martial arts supreme in his life, but it was also the farthest moment.

It's just a little bit, but it's like a chasm.

A little bit.

"Which point?"

Wang Jianghai subconsciously asked.

"I don't know. ”

Wang Jianghai smiled bitterly, casually pointed at the special service soldier who fell to the ground and said: "The knife I just cut his trachea, and at the same time cut his blood vessels, his blood flowed directly into the trachea, and he will soon suffocate to death, in the past, if I did it deliberately, I could have done this, but now I can do it casually, it's like, it's like instinct, do you know what it means?"

After all, Wang Jianghai is a quasi-X-level master, not a rookie, and when he heard Wang Fuyu's words, he immediately said: "This can save strength more and maintain your own combat effectiveness." ”

"It's not just power that's saved. ”

Wang Fuyu shook his head and said calmly: "Only now can I really understand what my brother told me at the beginning. The world-shaking master is the strongest person in the world, but at the same time, he is also the most stingy with his own strength. ”