"Stop him!"

Garrett let out a loud shout, and the three death warriors rushed forward in unison. The bodies of the Death Warriors are all semi-mechanized, and the cranial nerves are all directly linked to a unified control terminal, which makes it impossible for them to disobey any orders given by Garrett.

The Death Warriors flexed their weapons and surrounded Michael in an exaggerated manner. The muzzles of their guns spat out long tongues of fire, and plasma-cutting beams swung like blades, leaving trails of light in the air.

Garrett had always been complacent about the fighting power of his death warriors, but for the first time ever, he instinctively felt that it was impossible to defeat the enemy in front of him with these three cyborg soldiers. He only hoped for the Death Warrior to hold out long enough so that he would have a chance to escape.

Michael's built-in monitor intelligently marked Garrett and Ward with a red circle. Shirley reminded loudly: "Sir, it seems that they are planning to flee the scene. ”

"It's fine." Michael said, casually waving his hand to dismantle a death fighter's sharp punch, "They can't go." ”

Michael's figure spun, his right foot steepened, and a heartfelt foot kicked straight at the death warrior who was rushing directly behind. The man's momentum was so rapid that he couldn't dodge it for a while, so he had to raise his arm and stand it in front of him in a dull manner. The steel boots slammed into his arms with tons of impact, sending him flying upside down like a rushing torrent, and he fell to the ground with a few somersaults.

The Death Warrior with the plasma cutting beam in hand followed, and the trajectories drawn by the high heat energy intertwined into a net of knives, and the high temperature refracted the light, as if it had distorted the space.

Funny to say, Michael is no stranger to the blade of light in his hand. Coincidentally, the plasma cutting beam was one of the pieces he developed when he was in Hydra, and it was something he hadn't been playing with since three years ago.

Michael dodged two swords and muttered a spell at the same time, and the suit's built-in computer quickly called up the circle information stored in the local database. With a flip of his right palm, the surging magic power quickly gathered into his palm, condensing a circular magic array in a few tenths of a second, and then the pattern changed and transformed into a magic sword blade overflowing with sparks.

With a shake of Michael's right hand, the blade swung and the golden light cut upwards in an arc from bottom to top.

It's just a sword, but it's like an unstoppable sword. The magical blade pierced through the net of plasma, and the Death Warrior slashed down. Michael's blade waited incredibly on the trajectory of his blade, as if the Death Warrior had sent his arm to the scorching blade on its own.

The magic was triggered, golden sparks spilled with blood, and the death warrior's arm was cut off at elbow. Half of the arm was thrown high into the sky by inertia, and the device on the back of the hand still spewed a torrent of beams.

Got two, and the last one left.

If it were another enemy, perhaps he would have completely lost his will to fight at this time. Three semi-mechanical strengthened warriors stood side by side, but they were easily put down by the other party with almost face-to-face kung fu, and it may not be an exaggeration to say that the combat power is not at the same level at all. It's a pity that they are death warriors, sad cyborgs who have been transformed by Hydra and can only mechanically carry out orders, and they don't even have the power to fear and retreat.

The last of the Death Warriors were still carrying out the impossible orders that Garrett had left behind. In his left hand, he continued to spit out gunfire to suppress it, and in his right hand he wielded a specially made tactical saber, the cold steel knife that was quite powerful under the reinforced arm of the Death Warrior.

Unfortunately, it still didn't work.

Michael simply raised his hand and slashed his saber with a sharp sword, the blade slashing between the sparks of a chainsaw, the break neatly smooth. The Death Warrior simply shook off the hilt of his knife and slammed him in the face, only to be easily slapped open by Michael. Michael pointed five fingers and pointed his palm at the opposite door. The high concentration of energy "buzzed" into the palm of his hand, and the blue pulse beam burst out at near zero distance, blasting the last death warrior's brain open.

Problem solving.

Michael clapped his hands and looked back in the direction of the two Hydra agents fleeing.

***

Garrett and Ward sped back to the car parked not far away. Garrett sat in the driver's seat, ignited the fire, and stepped on the accelerator without pause, and the car roared high-pitched before the electric shot out.

They were speeding on the country road, and the wind was blowing through the entire body. The speed meter's hands soared like crazy, and the driver clearly had no intention of slowing down.

Ward clutched a spare pistol tightly in his hand and turned his head back at least five times in twenty seconds.

"Is he still following?" Garrett asked loudly.

"I don't even see a ghost!" Ward said.

However, as if to give him an answer, a muffled sound of "boom" suddenly erupted on the base of the speeding car. The transparent shock wave swept away against the ground, and the body flew up uncontrollably, volleying and maneuvering under high-speed inertia, "clanging" on the ground several times, and finally the four wheels stopped in the sky.

Their car stray off the road and fell into a ditch, the door was embedded in the dirt, and the chassis had been blown out like a pierced eggshell.

John Garrett's vision blurred for a moment, and for a moment he thought he was going to be finished, but he eventually forced himself to regain consciousness by willpower. He bit the tip of his tongue, hoping that the pain would help a little.

"Ward? Ward? He tried to shake Ward in the passenger seat next to him, but the latter's eyes were closed and he didn't respond. Shocking blood stained Ward's cheeks, and his breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared, and it looked like he was not far from being saved.

"Damn it!"

Garrett cursed under his breath. He could feel the warm, viscous liquid on his forehead as well, and his head felt groggy as if he was going to lose consciousness at any moment.

He didn't have time to pay attention to Ward, he just hoped that this kid would be able to survive this fate, and now he couldn't protect himself. Garrett managed to get rid of his seat belt and then smashed the window with great difficulty. He gritted his teeth and crawled out of the shattered window, letting out a long sigh of relief as he fell into the mud.

He leaned against the overturned car and sat down in the wet mud. He looked up, only to see it again...... Demon.

The demon hidden in the black steel body had always been there, watching his struggles indifferently from behind the V-shaped mirror that glowed with a cold blue light, as if looking at a funny clown.

"You." Garrett gritted his teeth.

"Me." Michael stepped forward slowly, raising his palm to his head, the pulse cannon in his palm pulsing with blue arcs.