I don't know why, Zhizi saw a temperament like Han Jianfei in this killer, so she didn't dare to take it lightly.

In just a few minutes of fighting, she had several chances to draw her sword, but she held back.

The other party seems to be fighting for her life, and if she strikes at that time, although she may kill the killer on the spot, she will definitely pay a big price.

This kind of deadly play is very similar to Han Jianfei.

She even felt that this killer and Han Jifei seemed to be the same routine.

Sure enough, after several dangerous and dangerous fights, the killer changed hands again and pulled out a pistol from behind.

Gentomoko had seen such a powerful weapon, and whenever the killer pointed the gun at her, she would block it with her scabbard or arm, and she narrowly avoided the killer's several shots.

The sound of footsteps downstairs was getting clearer and clearer, and the guards had come to the vicinity of the platform and began to bang on the door, and the killer was a little anxious.

A voice came from his cochlear implantable communicator: "Skylark, the goal hasn't been solved yet?" ”

"There's trouble," said the lark-killer, "there's a tricky guy next to the target." ”

"Hold on for twenty seconds," said the person on the other side, "and jump straight down." ”

"Understood."

The Killer Skylark no longer gets tangled with Tomoko in close quarters and begins to try to distance himself.

Tomoko knew that once the distance was widened, it would be difficult to dodge the bullets fired from the opponent's pistol, so she directly chased after him, clinging to the space of less than two meters next to the killer.

The killer was a little anxious, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was originally his strong point, but this weird girl seemed to have completely seen through all his routines, and several times he deliberately sold flaws, wanting to exchange injuries for injuries, and the other party was not fooled.

The killer retreated, silently counting the seconds in his mind, and soon came to the edge of the platform.

"4, 3, 2, 1......" finally waited for the last second, and the killer made a pistol gesture to Tomoko, and he wanted to fall downstairs on his back.

"Here's your chance!" Gentomoko finally pulled out his saber the moment he fell backwards, and a snowy sword light erupted in the girl's hand again.

Since fighting this killer, Genchiko has never made a knife and has been cultivating knife intent.

The moment the killer thought that he was about to evacuate smoothly, he finally relaxed his vigilance against the saber that was not let go, and Gen Tomoko also released all the killing machines that had been stored for a long time at this moment.

Her arm length is only a few dozen centimeters, and the length of her knife is only three feet and three inches, and the total is only about one and a half meters.

In the tribal life of Haishan for more than 2,000 years, the Yuan family has been honing this kind of sword-raising martial art that does not come out of the sword, and once the knife is killed.

Today, Gentomoko has finally perfectly interpreted the essence of this sword technique.

As long as you don't escape my control, as long as I have a chance to go with it.

A sword is the end of the enemy.

The snow light was so fast that the killer lark didn't have time to see it clearly.

It was so fast that he didn't even feel the pain, and the blade had already grazed his throat.

In the last moments of his life, he saw his neatly broken arm.

Then, unhindered, the flash of the knife passed through his arm, above his right collarbone, slicing off an earlobe after severing his neck artery and throat.

But it's not over yet, because this is only the first blow of Gentomoko's sword technique.

After reaching the apex, the blade flips over instantly, and slashes straight down.

A line of blood began to appear from the center of the killer lark's eyebrows, and swept straight over the face, the bridge of the nose, the throat, and the lower abdomen.

Knowing the last moment before death, the killer let out an exclamation in his heart:

"What a fast knife!"

With a "plop", the lifeless corpse fell off the roof and landed on an ascending open-top hovertruck.

The hovercar slowly rises over the roof platform, revealing a small-caliber rifled machine gun on the side.

Gentomoko didn't know that this was an 8.6mm rifled machine gun used by the Alliance military's standard mobile armor.

But that didn't stop her from guessing that it was an absolutely lethal weapon.

With the slight humming of the motor, Gentomoko knew that the next moment what was spewing out of the six steel pipes was definitely the anger of revenge.

She didn't have time to put away the knife and jumped straight back.

After all, the human body cannot be faster than the copper projectile that is accelerated by the electromagnetic track.

When the first bullet came out of the chamber, Tomoko only had time to run to a small air-conditioning rack.

A string of bullets flew almost past her scalp and hit the air-conditioning rack, bursting into sparks.

At the same time, she narrowly crossed the air-conditioning rack and hid in the rifle shooting blind spot.

The hovercar began to move in search of a better angle to shoot, but the iron and fire from the rifle gun never stopped.

The copper warheads slammed into the concrete-steel air-conditioning rack with tremendous kinetic energy, almost breaking the two-meter-tall hybrid structure.

Gentomoko was suppressed by the powerful firepower, lying on her stomach close to the ground, never looking up.

With the frantic roar of the machine guns, the guards finally smashed open the door and rushed to the platform on the roof.

Instead of firing wildly at the air-conditioning rack where Gentomoko was hiding, the hovercar turned its guns to the Grant Group guards who had just rushed to the platform.

In just a few seconds, those cunning criminals found relatively safe shelter, and a few unreactive unlucky newcomers instantly turned into a pile of bloody corpses on the ground under the powerful fire of the rifled guns.

This standard weapon is generally equipped with two ammunition boxes of 3,000 rounds, and there is no heating problem, so it is probably unrealistic to wait for the bullets on the hovercar to run out.

But under the pressure of such powerful military weapons, these criminals, who only deal with the Alliance's internal guard forces most of the time, have no better way than to lower their heads or lie on the ground in silent prayer.

But on the side of the air conditioning rack, in the thick smoke from the air conditioning motor that was hit and caught fire, a thin figure suddenly jumped high, crossed a distance of several meters, and landed steadily on the hovering car.

In order to get a better shooting range, the hovercar has been hovering more than two meters above the platform.

Almost everyone, including the Grant Group guards who were pressed to the platform by machine guns, were dumbfounded by the horrific scene in front of them.

What kind of person can jump more than two meters high?

But time did not allow them to think too much, and as the girl jumped, the bright short knife in her hand bloomed again in mid-air.

Since mankind entered the age of firearms, projection weapons have begun to play a leading role in the history of human warfare.

Countless generations ago, in certain war archives, the heroic deeds of brave and ignorant cavalrymen, brandishing sabers, charged at enemy tanks and armored units.

But this strange situation is happening again.

A petite girl leaped to her feet, turned her back to the sun, and slashed at a six-barreled rifled machine gun spitting tongues of fire.

Like a piece of ice, it slammed into the flame-spewing dragon head.

Long after, when someone recalls what happened that day, it still feels like a beautiful illustration from an epic.

The machine gun, which was firing at the platform, did not have time to turn the muzzle.

So Genchiko's sword light swept over the hovercar, making a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding and tearing.

The rifles, which had been cut off from the door fixtures, suddenly fell silent.

The hovercar was slashed with an engine and plummeted with thick black smoke and fell onto the roof platform.

The hovercar driver took out a pistol from under his seat and fired a few shots at Genchiko behind him, but missed, and looked at the guards who gradually surrounded him, he turned the muzzle of the gun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gunshots rang out, and splatters of blood fell on Genchiko's body and face.

But she seemed to have forgotten to dodge, and just stared blankly at the corpse in the driver's seat.

After making sure that there were no killer companions nearby, Mavis made her way to the top floor, surrounded by more guards.

Seeing Gentomoko, who was still in a daze with a scar, Mayvis pushed away the guard in front of her, walked up to her, took off her coat and draped it over her.

"Why did he kill himself?" She looked at Mayvis with some bewilderment.

Since she became sensible, she had experienced many hunts and battles, but she had never seen a person who had taken the initiative to end her life except for the old shaman who was forced to a dead end.

Mayvis looked at the bloodied, unclothed girl in front of her with some surprise, and felt that she should not be the kind of sentimental girl.

Just look at the other bloody corpse in the car.

But cold-blooded and innocent seem to blend perfectly in this girl.

He ...... The mission failed. Mayvis thought for a moment and replied, "I chose to cut myself off." ”

"Then you should try your best to escape, or fight to the death with the enemy." Genchiko shook her head.

Mavis finally understood her confusion.

"Perhaps he thinks that once he is captured by the enemy, he may not be able to endure the torture and will confess what the enemy wants to know."

"......" was silent for a while, and Genchiko said, "With us, the one who killed himself will never be able to return to the bosom of his ancestors, and his soul will only be reduced to cattle forever, enslaved and slaughtered forever." ”

Mayvis took a wet towel from the guard's hand and wiped the blood from Tomoko's face: "Maybe in his opinion, there is something more terrible than this torture." ”

The two women stopped talking until Han Jianfei, who received the news, appeared on the top floor.

Han Jianfei glanced at Mei Weisi first, and then turned his gaze to Gen Chiko: "Are you okay?" ”

Genchiko shook her head and pointed to the corpse on the hovercar: "I'm fine, this person looks like you when he fights." ”

Han Jianfei followed her fingers, and the first thing he saw was the high-frequency vibrating dagger that the killer lark dropped on the back seat of the hovercar.

It was the favorite melee weapon of the mercenaries of the White Mountain.

Because it is said that Han Jianfei is the best at using this weapon against mobile armor.

"It's from the White Mountain." He whispered.

"You're here to kill me." Mayvis instantly figured out the cause and effect of the matter.

"I was thinking," Han Jifei lit a cigarette, put the end of the cigarette on the corner of the lark's mouth, lit another one, looked at the corpse in the driver's seat, sighed, and sandwiched the cigarette between the fingers of another killer. "This time I go back to Xinluosong, I must first solve the affairs on this planet and leave you a stable rear."

He lit himself a cigarette and continued, "But now it seems that I may have to go out again." ”

"Where are you going?" Mayvis spoke.

"Go to the White Mountain headquarters." Han Jianfei said.

"Nope." Mayvis shook her head, her tone revealing a hint of worry and determination, "Bai Shan has betrayed you, it's too dangerous to do this!" ”

"On the surface, I am still the controller of Baishan," Han Jianfei spat out a puff of cigarette, "Moreover, if you just give up Baishan to Chen Mingyuan, how can you be worthy of these brothers?" ”