Under the night sky, a petite figure hurriedly walked between Hongyu Towers, and wisps of blood-colored light burst out from time to time, like incense heads in the dark.

And it was when this figure passed under the helicopter where Wang Yong was, that Wang Yong's heart instantly fluctuated.

When the figure was completely annihilated in the night, Wang Yong's heart fluctuated and calmed down.

The fighting on the ground was raging.

Cyra didn't expect Julian and the others to launch a sneak attack, and the outlying strongholds were easily uprooted. All of a sudden, the core guard power of the fallen angel was exposed to Julian and the others.

Although Cyra's elite men had stabilized the situation, the number of people who died in the sneak attack still made Cyra feel distressed.

"CIA!FBI!I want you to be a fallen angel to show the world the power of your muscles!" Cyra's eyes burned with rage, her blonde hair fluttering in the wind, and her half-masked face shimmered in the light.

"Kill me! Juarez is our territory, Mexico is our country! The hateful Americans are trying to control us permanently, it's a fool's dream! Let them know how good we are!" said Cyra slowly.

As if there was a great deal of magic in words, the dozen or so men standing beside Cyra all had a bloody glint in their eyes, and then strode out the door.

A beast-like roar rang out from the battlefield, and an American soldier let out an exclamation, and the sound disappeared from the communicator.

Like, dead.

"What's the situation?" asked Julian, feeling uneasy.

"There was a group of enemies who rushed out like walking corpses, they were not afraid of death at all, and it was a bite to catch our warriors. It's terrifying! Critical bullets hitting them can't stop them! Four or five fighters have already been poisoned by them!"

"What?" Julian's face sank.

Unexpectedly, the fallen angels also hid this kind of trick, Julian speculated that these people had either taken some stimulant drugs or had undergone special neurotomy surgery, otherwise it would not be possible to be painless.

"What to do? Boss. A soldier asked anxiously.

Before Julian could answer, a voice sounded over the communicator: "They must have been affected by Cyra's fist spirit, so they will be brave and not afraid of death." How many of these people are there on the battlefield now?"

"Thirteen are known, and it is not excluded that there are still those that have not yet been exposed. ”

"Thirteen, well, must be dealt with in order to elicit Cyra. All the fighters who encountered this kind of person all surrounded Area B, and the *men of Team 6 squatted on the periphery of Area B, ready to saturate and attack. The voice went straight over Julian and gave the order.

A group of American soldiers hesitated: "Boss?"

Julian's voice immediately sounded: "Listen to Mr. Wang Yong's action! The sixth squad is loaded immediately*!"

"Yes!"

So in the darkness, one by one, the figures who ran with their bodies lowered lowered and headed towards Area B according to the plan. The fallen angel bandits behind him are in hot pursuit, like mad beasts.

Many of them had a few big holes in their bodies from bullets, but they still moved like the wind, as if their bodies were full of infinite energy.

The blood sprayed all the way, as if forming a strange blood sacrifice pattern, and the center point of the blood sacrifice fell on Area B.

"All thirteen people are introduced to the target point!"

"Withdraw. * Ready!

Boom! Boom!

I saw a series of fires swaying, and they flew towards Area B.

The U.S. soldiers in charge of luring the lure withdrew on their front feet, and the air waves of the explosion on their back feet came and swept them out.

If they run a little slower, I am afraid that they will not only be swept away, but also shrapnel like rain.

And now, the shrapnel exploded in the midst of the thirteen fallen angel bandits, and the shrapnel was as sharp as a razor, shaving off a large piece of flesh as long as it grazed the human body.

Not to mention, there was also gunsmoke and flames, blocking all thirteen bandits at the center of Area B.

However, even with such an attack, the thirteen still struggled and roared, trying to rush out and tear apart all the enemies.

Seeing this scene, all the American soldiers couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

If there were more of these walking corpses, it would definitely be a terrifying force. Especially when used to attack important pivotal positions, it is simply irresistible.

"Don't stop! launch all!" Julian ordered indifferently as he looked at the thirteen Fallen Angel bandits who were struggling.

Boom, boom, one by one* flew out, instantly annihilating Area B into a sea of fire.

Gradually, the roar died down, except for the crackling of the flames and the thick smell of burnt human flesh.

It was clear to everyone that these thirteen walking corpse-like bandits had been completely reduced to ashes. No matter how painless it is, no matter how strong the flesh is, it is useless in the face of absolute fire suppression.

However, this time it was able to suppress the firepower, what about the next time?

In the process of attracting these walking corpses, a few warriors were also sacrificed, and the continuous attrition and the fact that sooner or later they would run out* seemed to doom the future of today's battle to be bleak.

Suppose the other party repeats the old trick at this time, and there are more than a dozen walking corpse bandits......

The American soldiers shuddered, not daring to continue thinking about it.

Although no one showed it, everyone could feel that the morale of the army was beginning to fluctuate, and there was already fear in people's hearts.

"Don't worry, this kind of trick Cyra won't be used a few times, and the lost fist spirit is not enough to return to the original cost. Thirteen bandits were all killed by us so quickly, and Cyra must have doubts in her heart. Later, he couldn't help but take action himself...... At that time, it will be his death!" Wang Yong's voice came at the right time, stabilizing the morale of the army.

Many of the soldiers' apprehensions finally calmed down and returned to the battlefield.

It's just that Wang Yong didn't say that once Cyra personally attacked, he would inevitably take away a large number of ordinary soldiers' lives. And Wang Yong's so-called one-hit kill is actually based on this kind of sacrifice.

This is an unsolvable proposition that will kill people no matter how you choose, it depends on whether some people die or all people die.

Sure enough, as Wang Yong said, there was no such walking corpse in the Fallen Angel camp as just now.

The U.S. soldiers also slowly advanced the encirclement to within a radius of one mile under the superiority of individual soldiers and weapons.

This range, in fact, has basically declared the defeat of the fallen angels.

The American soldiers were extremely excited, their faces were full of brilliance, and the offensive became more and more ferocious.

It's about to be in the bar that Cyrah is the headquarters.

At this time, a strange sound suddenly sounded on the battlefield, like a sharp knife scraping on an iron plate, like a fingernail scratching a blackboard, which made people can't help but feel numb in their scalps and uncomfortable all over their bodies.

"It's coming!" Wang Yong suddenly opened his eyes and said.

The U.S. military in the center of the battlefield didn't know what was going on, and was still strangely looking for the source of the sound.

Soon, they discovered where the sound was coming from.

Bar entrance.

A woman with long hair scattered and a heavy sword in her hand that extends beyond her body.

The great sword was half as wide as half the door of the bar, and even a burly man would have to force his hands to barely lift it. But the woman just dragged one hand behind her and walked leisurely.

The screeching sound was the result of the great sword rubbing against the ground, and the hard tiles were dragged out by the tip of the sword in a long furrow that stretched from inside the bar to the outside.

All the American soldiers were stunned by this unbelievable scene.

Whew!

A flame ignited on the ground, and it was extinguished in an instant.

But it was the woman who dragged the big sword and ran quickly, and a long series of sparks burst out from the friction with the ground!

And the moment the spark was extinguished, three heads rose into the sky, and they were the heads of three American soldiers.

The three heads kept their expressions of surprise, as if they were still stuck in the last second, not realizing that they were going to move their heads in the next second.

"Devil! witch!" The U.S. military soldiers who saw this picture were heartbroken and shouted in a hurry.

"You're wrong, my name is Cyra. I am an angel. The woman smiled softly, and said matter-of-factly.

Then, she raised her sword and slashed at the other two American soldiers.

The two fighters were quick to react, and in a hurry they raised their guns and fired at Cyra.

But as soon as the sound continued, all the bullets were blocked by the broad blade of the great sword, and none of them could hurt Cyra.

Burst!

The two heads flew up, and Cyra shook off the blood on the greatsword, dragging it back like a ghost to another.

"It's Cyra! She's the devil, and we can't defeat her!" The confidence that the American soldiers had built up collapsed in an instant.

Like a real killing angel, Cyra dances among the U.S. military, taking a human life with every swing of her greatsword.

Julian watched this scene and couldn't help but have dry lips. He had tried his best to think about Cyra, but in the end he still underestimated Cyra.

Cyra has turned killing into an art, and in the light of her steps, she will take several lives from her harvest.

This man was simply born to kill.

"Wang Yong, Wang Yong, where are you?" Julian forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and cried out eagerly.

There was silence in the communication channel, and no one answered.

"Did he run away?" said Julian, stunned.

"He's not that kind of person. Hall has experience, but he can still keep his composure at the moment and defend Wang Yong.

"Then why didn't he reply? He said that if Cyra appeared, he would leave Cyra dead without a place to bury!, but until now, Cyra had killed more than a dozen of us, and Wang Yong didn't fire a single shot!" Julian roared.

He did it...... There should be a reason for him. Hall was also lacking in confidence, and said weakly.

"This bastard definitely ran away when he saw the situation! Despicable Huaxia people, you know you can't trust them!" Julian teared off the headset in hatred and threw it on the ground.

"It's come to this, I can only fight! Anyway, the left and right are dead! If I can take Cyra away with me, it will be a worthwhile trip!" Julian's blood surged, and he rushed towards Cyra with his gun.

Standing more than ten meters away, Cyra seemed to hear Julian's words, and glanced at Julian with pity.

In the next second, it disappeared into the darkness.

Julian was stunned, and still hadn't found where Cyra had gone. Suddenly, he noticed a cold wind coming from the side, and a bright sword light fell towards him like a waterfall falling from the sky.

"It's over!" Julian was shocked, his body didn't have time to react, and the only thing he could do was close his eyes.