Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Blood-Stained Grim Reaper
"What do we do now? Is it possible to take a leap of faith? Jump from these ten-story buildings and have a duel between men with them? Yagami Ryuzaki was very anxious, and when Xiao Luo assigned them a task, he didn't say that such a group of stunned people would suddenly appear. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info if he had known that he would be beaten so aggrieved, he would not have come.
Su Mo took the emergency medicine handed over by Xiran and applied it to the wound indiscriminately, although the divine blood will speed up the healing ability, but it also requires a reaction process, the bullet has already penetrated into the bone, and it will take about a week to fully recover.
"I don't know what to do now, but I know that now is definitely not the time to talk nonsense, and we'd better calm down and think about countermeasures." Su Mo said solemnly.
As if he was overly frightened, Yagami Ryuzaki stretched out his hand and pointed at the armed SWAT downstairs, "You tell me to calm down?" They've even got bazookas ready,, what the hell is that? Tank? Do you want to do it so badly? Take a step back and open the sky, and endure the calm for a while, big brothers. β
"Okay, you give the old lady a little quiet, it's a headache from the noise." Xi Ran couldn't stand Yagami Ryuzaki's chattering mouth, and he didn't stop from the beginning to now, "I'll send a message to Mentor Xiaoluo now to see what he can do." β
"Be fast, the armed SWAT under the building has begun to come up." Su Mo opened the ammunition pack that had been placed with Xiran, took out an Uzi submachine gun and a Barrett sniper rifle, and handed it to Yagami Ryuzaki, "Take your weapons and prepare to defend, don't let them attack." β
Yagami Ryuzaki was confused by Su Mo's move, "What am I defending you for?" Looking for a place to sit and snort with jelly? β
Su Mo took out two Tang knives from his bag, one in each hand, "I'll go down and knock out the tank and bazooka." β
"Damn, you're still heroic. I am ashamed of myself, senior, so I can only guard the rear. If you encounter misfortune, I will report your heroic deeds to the Party and the organization, and let them give you the Medal of Hero. β
Su Mo pinned a few grenades to his belt, two flash grenades and two smoke grenades, "Xiran, let me go down for a while, remember not to hesitate." β
Xiran looked firm, nodded, and said, "I will definitely do a good job and won't let you have an accident."
The night is pitch dark, and if there is no moonlight, only loneliness and despair remain.
"Sir, everything is ready to attack at any time."
The man, who looked like a chief, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Just prepare the tanks and bazookas, and don't fire the cannon unless you have to." As for when it is a last resort, I think you should know better than I do. β
βYESSIR!β
Next, except for the driver and scout, the others divided into a small team of five people, and waited for the order to enter the building in turn and rush directly to the roof. Remember to be fast and catch your enemies off guard before they can respond. β
βYESSIR!β
"Action!"
Armed special police officers are generally the same as special forces, disciplined and extremely efficient. There was no need to command at all, so he divided into teams and entered the building in an orderly manner.
"Boom!"
With a bang, the tank exploded! Before everyone could react, Su Mo had already fallen into the smoke of gunpowder, like a peerless killing god across the battlefield, murderous, as if he had caught the enemy's throat in the air, and even breathing became difficult.
The two cold Tang knives reflected the bright light in the moonlight, as beautiful as a lady's eyebrows, but they were murderous, taking people's lives like probing for things.
The chief finally saw clearly, Su Mo was wearing a miserable white and hideous mask, as if an evil ghost had descended into the world and killed his soul, "Who are you?" β
In the composure that he pretended to be, he hid fear, and the rushed upper chamber in his hand was aimed at Su Mo. In an instant, dozens of robbers were aimed at Su Mo, and as long as Su Mo dared to act rashly, he would be shot into a plug immediately.
Suddenly, a strong flash of light made everyone unconsciously cover it.
"Suffered!" The chief noticed the problem and hurriedly shot at the place where Su Mo was before, but it was too late, and in the next second, his head left his body.
The blood still connected the skull and neck, like a fragile red thread, and it was impossible to re-stitch them together.
The sword light and sword shadow are fleeting, and life is so fragile, like the sand flowing between the fingers, when it covers the hand, it is all scattered.
The commander died in battle, but the soldiers did not panic and still carried out the orders of the commander during his lifetime. Team by team entered the building in a very orderly manner and launched a general attack on the top floor.
Su Mo couldn't hold them back, he himself was surrounded by the relieved armed SWAT. It's hard to move an inch. It's hard to protect itself, and I don't have the experience to help Yagami Ryuzaki at all.
The armed SWAT officers quickly reached the rooftop, where bullets and grenades awaited them.
Yagami Ryuzaki is agile and not inferior to Su Mo, and when he dodges, the muzzle of the gun is as angry as a dragon, and every bullet accurately blows the head of an armed SWAT officer.
Brain plasma has long been commonplace, so even after seeing such a large amount of brain plasma and blood, Yagami Ryuzaki does not feel a trace of discomfort, just like daily eating, it has long become a part of life.
The armed SWAT officers fired one after another, and they hit Yagami Ryuzaki with one shot. The high-speed bullet directly pierced Yagami Ryuzaki's abdomen, Yagami Ryuzaki did not pause, wrapped the wound with his clothes, and the gun in his hand sparked.
Yagami Ryuzaki fired several shots, but failed to get a bullet, and threw the Uzi submachine gun aside, "Damn, there are no bullets at this time." β
Barrett's sniper rifle, which had been on his back, was taken off, and he didn't use the scope at all, and his blazing golden pupils burned, shooting directly at the front indiscriminately, and under the rules of the Mithril Key, it was still a hundred shots.
The armed SWAT was still rushing upstairs, when a teenager appeared behind them. Covered in scarlet liquid, his hair was wet and smelled of blood.
The two Tang knives, one on the left and one on the right, crossed the blades together, forming a cross of death. Blood fell from the tip of the knife and shattered into pieces on the ground.
Su Mo swung his knife and shook blood, and countless red blood beads vibrated out, like mist, floating and scattering.
No one noticed Sumer, as if no one could see death except at the moment of death. Su Mo is really like a deadly god of death at this time, that is an extremely vicious person, and he is also a bloodthirsty madman, every knife represents the god of death, exercising the right and power to kill and kill.