On the sea 100 kilometers away from the dock area of the magic city. A freighter carrying a large number of containers is parked in the sea. In the container of the freighter. A blonde white man in his 30s threw a man to the ground, making a muffled sound, and the gravel on the ground shook and jumped, and the man was about to open his mouth to scream, and was punched in the cheek by the white man, making him swallow the scream back.

The container has apparently been modified, and the soundproofing materials installed around it allow outsiders to face. There is no way to detect the movement inside the container. Moreover, several containers around have been quietly opened, and it seems to have become a military camp, and a large number of arms and materials are randomly piled up in the corner. Hundreds of elite men and women are busy assembling mechs of different models.

In the middle of the camp, the most striking thing is that there is a tiger the size of a calf lying on the ground. Even if it is sleeping, the fierce aura oppresses the people around them, and they dare not approach. The muscles of the tiger's whole body. With each breath there is a regular rhythm. The whole body was undulating, the blood-red markings seemed to be a raging flame, and the whole tiger exuded terrifying spiritual power, and it was like a dormant volcano at the moment. Waiting for the next outbreak! Hunt down targets that come into its field of vision. Molars suck blood.

Blood splattered and the sound of fists colliding with flesh was like a percussion piece, and everyone else was smiling and pricking up their ears in appreciation. The man who was beaten didn't even have the strength to block, and was beaten by the white man until he was dying, and gradually lost his breath, and the white man stopped. And the man who was beaten was the suspect who escaped, "Brother Yang"!

"James, have you had enough? When you've had enough, come over and discuss the timing and steps of the action. A big black man in sunglasses carefully wipes his firearm while enjoying the violent performance of his companions. The black man smeared a thin layer of gun oil on the inside of the gun, and gently wiped each part with a special cloth, as if it was not a part or a woman's delicate skin. He pressed every part. Put it in a certain order. It is then reassembled into a complete pistol. But the huge caliber and hideous muzzle give the impression that this is a shrunken pistol, and not a pistol.

"This bastard privately mobilized the beast to blow up the hospital, just to get a breath? I don't understand how such a person can be mixed in with the ranks of the Adventists? The white man loosened his collar and let out a long breath, but he still had some residual anger. He kicked the rotten flesh on the ground again.

"Faith is a good thing, everyone believes in different things, for example, you believe in doomsday salvation," the black man pointed to the dead dog on the ground Yang Ge with his finger again, "He believes in the advent of saints, and I only believe in money!" We are all saints who fight for what we believe in! After saying that, the black man laughed.

"Naru, you battlefield dogs, don't put gold on your face, you're just a bunch of mercenaries taking money to do things, that's all. That's because this bastard scares the snake. We are now restricted in our freedom by those of the Holy Descentists, and we can only repeat here over and over again those emergency plans that are not used at all, which is really unlucky! The white man sat down on a bed made of ammunition pouches and lit a crumpled cigarette.

"Didn't they hand over a scapegoat to make you angry? You're deflated now, but the people under my hands are suffocating. Naru, the black man, yelled at his mercenary team, "Kids, we'll retire after this big ticket, and you'll have the money and beauty to choose from!" Ha ha! ”

The other mercenaries who were inspecting guns and ammunition and assembling mechs screamed excitedly! An Asian man with yellow hair shouted, "Boss, when I get the money, I'm going to buy a huge swimming pool, and now we're locked up in this hellish place, and I haven't showered for days, and I'm going to get rancid." ”

Haha, a bunch of big men are laughing, and some people are coaxing: "Yes, Huang Mao, why don't we buy the Caribbean Sea together, we can swim every day." Later, you can brag that your bath tub needs to be driven by ship to the other side. Everyone burst into laughter.

There was a knock on the door of the container, and someone said in stiff English, "Be quiet!" Everyone stopped laughing and went about what they were doing. Like a bloodthirsty jackal quietly sharpening its minions, patiently waiting for the sheep to approach.

In the middle of the captain's office of this cargo ship, a beautiful woman with black hair and a black skirt and a slender neck quietly looked at the surveillance screen, which did not show the scene of the dock area. It is the scene of a high-tech R&D zone hundreds of kilometers away.

"The precautions are still very strong. We don't have a chance yet. The woman sighed and closed her eyes. She picked up the bracelet and asked her companion opposite: "I can't find a good time here for the time being." How's the preparation going over there? ”

"It's not bad for the time being, the people of Modu are hospitable. And they liked our gift very much. "In the Magic City. On a bustling commercial pedestrian street, men dressed as clowns are handing out balloons in the shape of colorful animals.

"What a mixture of their beliefs! Faith in God is only lip service, and the unbelievers simply defile the land! In the downtown mall, handsome priests in black uniforms holding Bible crosses smile and send away groups of female and occasionally male accostings.

"You troublemakers. Just don't complain to me here. Good work! "The woman unceremoniously taught her two collaborators a lesson in the newsletter." Did any of you see the Count? The guy is gone again! The woman complained about a companion who had been skipping work all year round.

The priest looked at the time: "He probably hasn't gotten up yet." Wait until 6 p.m. and contact him. ”

In the high-tech park, in an idle building near the Spiritual Research Center, a huge coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and there were bursts of thunderous snoring from inside. With a snap, the snot bubble burst. A middle-aged man with black hair and red eyes slowly opened his eyes, he pushed open the lid of the coffin with some effort, sat up, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. A little dazed, he gradually woke up and remembered where he was.

Turning over and walking out of the coffin, the man picked up the coffin lid that had rolled off and carefully returned to its original position. The man was not satisfied and pulled it out of the jacket pocket of his dress. Party. The silk handkerchief inlaid with golden patterns carefully wiped some of the dust above the coffin lid, and from time to time with his mouth, the entire crown was inserted smoothly like a mirror, which could reflect the human figure. The man then stopped and threw the handkerchief on the ground casually.

The man carefully stroked every line of the coffin, as if caressing his lover's skin. However, what he cared for was a Chinese-style coffin, not a Western coffin, and a large inscription was printed on the top of the coffin.

Then the vibration of the bracelet interrupted the man's strokes.

A mature female voice with a hint of husky charm sounded from the bracelet: "Good morning, Lord Earl!" Have a nice hunt. Everything is ready to go. The main course is ready. The feast is about to begin, so grab your invitation and get ready for the festivities! Hehe. The female voice, as poisonous as a poppy, chuckled.

The middle-aged man hung up the communication, thought silently for a while, turned around and squatted down from the bottom of the coffin. Present a beautiful and luxurious suitcase. The box is unusually exquisite, but there are some signs of wear and tear in some places, which is obviously carried by the man for many years. He opened the case, and inside was a disassembled old European-style long-pole musket, the whole gun exuding a historical atmosphere from beginning to end, as if it were a collection of some aristocratic family, rather than a killing weapon.

The slender and straight jet-black barrel exudes a faint smell of gun oil, **I don't know what kind of giant beast bones it is made of, like a mirror, reflecting a soft luster, reflecting the man's handsome side face on it.

The Count is a purebred vampire. No one knows where he came from, no one knows his past, but everyone knows that he had a good gun. A good gun that everyone covets. There were people who once had the idea of this gun, but without exception they all became ghosts under the gun. He didn't shoot with precision. And the pursuit of the ultimate power, the ultimate violence! He once blasted the head of a third-level monster with a single shot. That made him famous. He has a strange personality, a treacherous whereabouts, and a love of collecting all kinds of coffins all over the world! However, under the oppression of the growing Catholic Church, he joined the heterogeneous churches in the West to seek refuge.

The Adventists and Doomsday Church spent a lot of money to get him out of the heterogeneous church for this action. It's just to storm the Spiritual Research Institute and snatch the Tiger Soul when necessary! The woman just now was, inform the Count. The cultists have found the exact location of the Tiger Soul and intend to do so in the near future. Now the Count waited for the woman's signal while preparing his weapon.

The Count dismantled the spear and took out the special fabric from the chest. Began to wipe every part, as far as he was concerned. It's that I'm communicating with the gun and polishing. Now that the feast is about to begin. Be an invited guest. Declutter your own utensils, of course!

The whole demon capital is as if it is a huge demonic beast that is sleeping, and the cultists. It was the toxin that had infiltrated the blood of the demonic beast, silently waiting for the moment of the explosion. At that time, everyone will appreciate the fiercest and ferocious side of this monster.