These militants can be sent to guard and escort dangerous elements like Chu Ge and high-value hostages like Amber, and it is obviously not easy to match.

When they found that Chu Ge's eyes were still "dripping" around, they didn't panic at all, but they let out a low roar in unison, and their muscles instantly swelled, pushing up the body armor and bulletproof inserts on their bodies.

However, Chu Ge's movements were faster than their reactions.

Now, Chu Ge's body even has qualities similar to springs and rubber, and he curls up into a ball without seeing how the joints turn, bounce off the ground, and crash into the chest of an armed man.

The moment the impact occurred, Chu Ge jerked out his knee, a knee that was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a tiger!

This militant is a strong man weighing more than 200 pounds, with well-developed chest muscles, enough to dwarf the cover girl.

In addition, the body armor on the chest is full of palm-thick reinforced ceramic bulletproof inserts, which looks no different from the heavy armored cavalry on the ancient battlefield, it is simply a black and dark iron tower.

Therefore, he didn't dodge or dodge, he ate Chu Ge's knee hit, and even took half a step forward, trying to scrap Chu Ge's knee with a bulletproof insert plate that was as hard as iron!

Bang!

The collision of the knee and the bulletproof insert made a thunderous roar.

Contrary to the militant's expectations, the bloody scene of blood splattering and stabbing bones did not take place, but the bulletproof insert on his chest was shattered.

You must know that this bulletproof insert contains the most cutting-edge material science crystallization of the Celestial Organization, and even a light anti-materiel sniper rifle can withstand an attack at a distance of 300 meters.

Unexpectedly, he was broken by Chu Ge's knee?

Until this moment, the militants did not panic too much.

The bulletproof insert is broken when it is broken, it is an additional defense, and while it is broken, it also digests the kinetic energy of the enemy's offensive, so that it will not hurt itself at all, but will win a chance for itself to counterattack.

The militants thought so.

Then I felt a pain in my chest.

It was as if a thousand red-hot daggers had pierced into the heart, spinning like a meat grinder.

The militants' eyes were bloodshot and they looked down in disbelief.

saw that Chu Ge's right knee actually secreted some black crystal-like mucus from his pores after shattering the bulletproof insert on his chest, condensing into a black blade as thin as a cicada's wing, easily tearing apart the high-strength fiber body armor behind the bulletproof insert and stabbing into his chest.

This militant is also a good hand-to-hand combatist, paying special attention to the defense of the vital points of the heart, when the two sides are in contact, he subconsciously has a blocking action, even if the bulletproof insert and body armor are broken, it stands to reason that Chu Ge's strength cannot penetrate his heart, but should be three or five inches below his heart, the position of the ribs.

A broken rib, as bad as it is, is by no means fatal.

The Celestials organized these martial arts masters who were injected with special genetic potions, and even if they broke seven or eight ribs, they could continue to fight calmly.

But now, the militants clearly saw that the black blade that suddenly grew from Chu Ge's knee pierced through the place between his chest and abdomen, which had no vital organs, and could not hurt his heart at all.

But this strange black blade seemed to have life, and after invading his body, it automatically split and recondensed into a dozen or twenty thinner, longer, more flexible and sharper thin blades.

It was like a missile carrying more than a dozen or twenty independent warheads, scurrying between his internal organs, accurately finding his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and wringing these vital organs to pieces!

The whole process, however, lasted 0.1 seconds.

The bloodshot in the militant's eyes had spread, staining both eyes red.

Not the bright red of madness of rage, but the dull red of lifelessness, like clotted venous blood.

As soon as the two sides were separated, the militant was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked to the wall by Chu Ge's knee, and then collapsed to the ground crookedly, with sinking, earthworm-dried blood flowing from his nostrils and mouth, and never moved again.

Above Chu Ge's right knee, a black blade composed of combat nanomachines also retracted into his body in an instant.

In the eyes of onlookers, it was Chu Ge who relied on a simple and fancy-free knee collision to directly kill a big man wearing heavy body armor and a bulletproof insert on his chest, who was as rough and thick as a buffalo!

All the militants, including Dr. Li Xinlian and Amber, poured out a lot of shocked energy above their heads.

Countless points of light turned into a sea of gold, stirring in the small cell, like a stormy wave.

Without waiting for everyone to digest the frightened emotions, under the backdrop of the golden waves, Chu Ge jumped high again.

No, it would be more accurate to say that after a knee hit the chest of the first militant, he did not hit the ground, but with the help of the rebound, he went towards the nearest second armed man, just folded under his body, his left leg like a war knife was fully stretched, and with the force of the rotation of the neck, spine and waist hips, his toes slashed at the neck of the militant.

No matter how tightly the body armor is made, the junction of the cuirass and helmet, in order to be flexible, is always the most vulnerable.

Not to mention the fact that inside the base, these militants wore only body armor and did not wear helmets for the sake of ease of movement.

Chu Ge's five toes were close together, and in the ultra-high-speed flying whirlwind, there was a sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind, making people have no doubt about the power of this kick.

The pupils of the second militant contracted suddenly, and a series of "crackling" bone explosions erupted around his body, and within a hundredth of a second, he precisely controlled his body, retreated half a step, his legs naturally formed lunges, and his calves bulged high, like a spring compressed to the limit.

According to the militant's calculations, his dodge should be able to dodge Chu Ge's toes, and capture Chu Ge's old moves, the flaws of the empty door are wide open, and a punch that has accumulated enough strength like a flash flood can directly explode Chu Ge's spine.

It's a pity that the ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny.

This militant did narrowly avoid Chu Ge's toes.

Even Chu Ge's closest big toe to him was still a full five millimeters away from his Adam's apple.

But the militant still felt a chill in his throat, and the strength of his body leaked uncontrollably from his throat.

"Grunt, grunt."

He seemed to hear the sound of blood gushing and bubbles flooding his throat.

Trembling reached out to cover his throat, only to feel the damp heat and stickiness of one hand.

When he raised his hand to look, his hands were stained with blood, and patches of red spread out, covering the entire field of vision.

At the last moment of his life, the militant only remembered that he seemed to see Chu Ge's big toe just now, and there was a black light flashing.

"So what is it?" As he thought so, his head slashed off by the black blade of the combat nanomachines and fell to the ground, the headless cavity letting out a final sigh from the broken throat and falling to the ground.

In the middle of the rabbit's fall, Chu Ge cleanly slew two heavily armed and well-trained militants.

Crushing hearts, cutting off heads, and harvesting their lives is easier than snatching two lollipops from the hands of a kindergarten child.

It was only at this moment that Chu Ge's feet fell to the ground, and he burst into a demonic smile at the few remaining militants who were scattered.

"Bang bang bang!"

At the cost of the deaths of two militants, among the remaining militants, there was finally a sharpshooter who had taken a hundred steps to draw his gun in his hand like lightning and pull the trigger in a row.

Despite his frightened face, the inhuman brutal training on weekdays had already made combat skills melt into his blood and bone marrow, and under the threat of death, the sharpshooter fired almost the most perfect bullet in his life.

There were a total of nine bullets, so fast that only three gunshots were fired, and they rushed out of the chamber and stabbed at Chu Ge's head, which was close at hand.

"Click!"

Accompanied by a series of bone explosions, Chu Ge's cervical spine seemed to be equipped with hundreds of bearings and hundreds of miniature engines, causing his head to shake into a cloud of gray mist, narrowly avoiding the first eight bullets.

Only the last bullet, which was really impossible to dodge, hit him in the center of his eyebrows.

The huge impact caused his head to fold back deeply, and his cervical spine made a creepy "click" sound, as if it was broken in response.

"Hit!"

The sharpshooter was overjoyed, and immediately laughed dumbly, at such a close distance, a headshot is a matter of course, what are you afraid of?