The slums at night, quieter than during the day. In order to save some electricity bills, most people turned off the lights early. Compared to the brightly lit Boston neighborhoods, the ghetto is almost dead.

I don't know who is celebrating, but a few neighborhoods near the slum suddenly set off fireworks. In the roaring sound, bouquets of fireworks rose from the ground, blooming beautiful flowers in the night sky. People look out of the window and enjoy this rare and beautiful night view.

However, Zuo Han, who also saw the salute, knew that it was not a firework, but a clarion call to announce the beginning of the battle.

"I really can't sleep tonight." Zuo Han sighed and stood up.

Old Charles looked out and wondered, "Isn't it just fireworks?" ”

"Yes, if you set off fireworks, no one will notice the gunshots and the fire." Zuo Han's words made old Charles nervous.

"Then I'll go hide first." Old Charles was very conscious and quickly stood up.

Rist glanced at old Charles, and stopped talking to Zuo Han.

Zuo Han smiled: "You can go too, Yuxin needs someone to take care of her." ”

Afraid that Zuo Yuxin would not be able to live, Zuo Han had already used means to make Zuo Yuxin fall asleep. Not to mention shooting, even thunder can't wake up. But if you don't have anyone around, you really don't feel at ease.

Lister and Old Charles hurried away, and Zuo Han turned his gaze to Song Ya, who was sitting in a chair.

"Miss Song, it's up to you in a while."

"Okay." Song Ya took a slow sip of water.

Song Ya made up her mind, she had to perform well today to let Zuo Han know how powerful she was.

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By the light of the fireworks, twenty or thirty figures dressed in black quickly surrounded the apartment. More than ten meters away from the apartment, they all stopped and raised their weapons.

They are killers, not soldiers. Today's task is nothing more than killing.

As another firecracker exploded, the guns in the hands of the killers rang out.

"Click............"

In the chaotic sound of gunfire, sawdust flew and green smoke filled.

ak47，mp5，p90，mk23……

The killers were armed with lightweight, fully automatic rifles that were light enough to penetrate the walls of the old-fashioned wood-paneled apartments.

In just a few minutes, the house is like a honeycomb. Downstairs and downstairs, there were bullet holes everywhere.

After firing a magazine, several killers unloaded the grenade from their waists, took a few steps forward, and threw it into the apartment along the window.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of grenades and fireworks mingled with each other, and almost no one noticed the difference in the sound of the fireworks. The light of the ceremonial flowers made an excellent cover for the fire set off by the explosion.

The killers stared at the collapsed houses and did not reassure the guns in their hands.

A leader-like killer looked forward and waved, "Search and confirm the body of the target." ”

The killers carried guns and searched carefully before walking to the ruins.

In the midst of the ruins, a large iron plate was crooked. One of the killers walked over and raised his foot to kick it, wanting to see what was down there.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from under the iron plate and grabbed his foot and neck.

Before the killer could scream, there was a whoop and he was dragged down.

"Who?!"

When the other killers heard the movement, they turned around suddenly, just in time to see the killer's weakly waving palm. But it was only for a moment, and he was dragged under the iron plate.

"Click......"

Without waiting for anyone to issue any orders, the bullets of the rest of the killers swept over.

With a bang, the iron plate flew up, and the rubble was scattered.

The necks of the two killers were cut off by the flying iron plates. The flying earth and rocks knocked most of the killers to the ground.

Song Ya, whose hair was a little messy, straightened up, her face still had a lot of smoky black, and she was a little annoyed and said, "A group of bastards actually threw grenades directly." ”

There was another commotion, a bathtub flipped over, Zuo Han also stood up, and said with a smile: "If you can't do it, I'll come." ”

Except for the placket of Zuo Han's clothes, which was slightly stained with soil, he basically kept a neat appearance.

"Who said I can't!" Song Ya stomped her foot angrily, and her body burst out.

A killer just wanted to raise a gun, but Song Ya crushed his throat.

On the ruins, Song Ya flickered like a ghost, and the killers could barely catch her shadow, so they fell to the ground one by one.

Seeing Song Ya killing in all directions, Zuo Han secretly frowned.

Zuo Han did not reject this kind of killing those people, but Song Ya's methods seemed to be too fierce. It was fine at first, just slicing my throat, shattering my organs, etc. But the more he went later, the more tyrannical Song Ya's methods became.

This side had just crushed a man's head, turned around and put his hand into the other's chest and pulled out his heart. And Song Ya's eyes were even more weirdly scarlet.

In addition to not being transformed, the fighting style of the cyborgs of the Blood Orchid Organization is becoming more and more similar.

Song Ya was wearing long-sleeved clothes for the elderly, and the fierce fighting made the volley slightly shaken open, and she could vaguely see what was inside. It's like there are a lot of bugs on your skin.

Is it related to cyborgs?

While he was thinking about it, the killer on the ruins had almost been slaughtered by Song Ya.

As soon as Song Ya turned around and saw Zuo Han, she pounced almost without thinking about it.

"Song Ya!!" Zuo Han roared.

Song Ya was excited, stopped her steps, and her eyes regained a little clarity.

Seeing Zuo Han's eyes on his neck, Song Ya subconsciously tightened her collar.

Zuo Han was about to say something when a mechanical roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

Looking up, a helicopter circled over. From the position of the cabin door, two heavy machine guns came out.

"Click......"

The machine gun erupted a tongue of fire, and the ruins popped.

Zuo Han and Song Ya rolled to the side at the same time to dodge.

It may have been realized that he noticed Song Ya's strength, and the helicopter ignored Zuo Han, and the fire of the two heavy machine guns chased Song Ya and strafed continuously. There was only one guy with an automatic rifle, and he was shooting at Zuo Han.

The helicopter had air superiority and fierce firepower, as if Zuo Han and Song Ya were suppressed.

The helicopter was equipped with remote monitoring equipment, and the battle situation here was transmitted to several streets through data transmission, and it was all under the eyes of Charles Jr.

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Looking at the computer monitor on his desk, little Charles Khan rained down.

The helicopter now seemed to have the upper hand, but Charles Jr. knew that the attack was doomed.

That terrible woman, with the strength she possesses, is almost as terrifying as the boss's messenger. How could such a person be killed by a bullet.

After a moment's hesitation, Charles Jr. picked up the phone on the table......

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A few minutes later, in another block of Boston, inside a quaint villa.

"What an idiot who can't hold up the wall!" A teacup was crushed by a woman's palm. When it is released, a fine powder comes out.

And the owner of that palm...... Marcona.

"If it's not a little useless, I should really kill him!" Marcona was furious.

"The master is angry!" Dongha, a level 6 cyborg who had fought with Zuo Han, knelt down on one knee in front of Marcona, bowed his head and said, "I have already sent three warriors to go, and I believe it will not affect the master's plan." ”

Marcona snorted, the anger on her face unabated.

…………

She wasn't angry that Charles didn't report it. For her, little Charles is just a good dog. Even if something goes wrong, it won't really affect her. The use of Charles Group's technical funds to rebuild the laboratory was only to appease those who followed him.

In Marcona's heart, she didn't care about this at all. If she really cared, the laboratory in Thailand wouldn't be so easy to destroy.

Little Charles was just hitting her at the muzzle, and what Marcona was really angry about now was someone else, the one who used to call her mother.

Yesterday's Liu Xiaoman, today's Sarah.

The survival rate of cyborgs cultivated in the laboratory is very low, and Marcona uses the ones that are most convenient for him to use for many years and have the potential to grow. is like Dongha, who has followed her since she was in Miaojiang, China.

But since Liu Xiaoman arrived in the United States, these biochemical people, who can be said to be descendants, have died at the hands of Liu Xiaoman one after another. Those who died at the hands of Liu Xiaoman, Marcona was originally going to be sent to Southeast Asia to deal with Zuo Han's followers.

The appearance of Zuo Han gave Marcona some sense of crisis. The kind of holy power that Claudia said made her quite concerned. The defeat of the Black Forest Mercenary Regiment made her even more convinced of this.

The defeat of the mercenary group was expected by Marcona. I wanted to wait for the news of the defeat to come and send some cyborgs over and slaughter Mandrin Island. But Liu Xiaoman's actions completely disrupted her arrangement.

When he was angry, little Charles suddenly called, which made Marcona even more irritable.

………………

Dongha glanced at the irritable Marcona and said cautiously: "Master, there is one more thing, my subordinates want to return it." ”

"Say!" Marcona shook her hand.

Dongha bowed his head and said: "Before the fall of Mandelin Island, the Black Forest mercenary group was also responsible for escorting George. Charles' Mission. And now George. Charles reappeared in Boston, and his bodyguards also made Paul . Charles's killer came back in vain. So I thought, could that bodyguard be Zuo Han? ”

"Huh?" Marcona's eyes flickered.

Dongha hurriedly lowered his head.

Dongha has followed Marcona for many years and knows the temperament of this master.

Marcona loves to be resourceful and do all sorts of layouts. What can be solved simply, you have to go around in a circle and make a plan to show your "wisdom". Often because there are too many layouts, I forget about the past, and I wrap them together like a mess.

But in the Blood Orchid, only Marcona has the power to use her brain. If other people want to show it, they can only go to the Netherworld and use their brains.

Dongha wanted to remind something, so he had to say in a roundabout way. If you say it bluntly, it won't be because he has been following for a long time, Marcona has no scruples.

Marcona thought for a while, and said to Dongha: "If it is really that Zuo Han who comes, it may be really difficult for others to deal with it." Let's take a trip. Those who can catch alive catch alive, those who can't catch alive, and those who die are the same. ”

"Yes." Dongha secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took the order. (To be continued.) )