Although the blood had dried up for a long time, and even in the leafy forest, it had long since turned into a lump of dry hard matter kneaded into the soil, but he was familiar with the smell of human blood, and he still smelled it.

The other party disguised it well, and even deliberately sprinkled detergent to hide the smell.

This practice can't even smell even the sharpest police dog, but he smells it.

As soon as he raised his hand, a ninja suddenly went to explore the way.

"Goo-goo!" came a burst of birdsong from the villa.

This represents security.

The Japanese swaggered in, and he saw his men.

"Master, there are two roads, one from the garage there is an elevator down, presumably remote-controlled. The other is a secret passage behind the fireplace. ”

The fireplace was turned on, and the Japanese took their little brother in this way. It has nothing to do with any covert actions, but when I get here, I am reckless.

After descending more than thirty steps, there was a bright hall in front of me. The ninjas were nervous, but the Japanese didn't care.

"You idiots, why did I have to act in secret?"

"The host...... Isn't it for fear of alarming the other party?"

Then the thing was slapped in the face.

"Idiot! I'm afraid the other party will run away. Since you don't run, then it's good to pass in the light. Raising his katana, the Japanese stepped into the basement.

"Oh! I thought it was Murakami. In the middle of the large basement of more than 100 square meters, Bullseye is wearing his signature blue tights, standing side by side with Erica in a red tights.

"Murakami?" Erica frowned.

"Hand is one of the five fingers. Bullseye whispered.

"How does it compare to Kim?"

"Slightly weaker. I can't beat either of them anyway......" Bullseye said grumpy.

Over there, Murakami took the initiative to take three steps forward, exposing himself to the brightest lights.

He had a typical Japanese appearance, with a large, sleek flat head, small eyes, and a few wrinkles on his forehead that were not particularly clear. His facial features are not outstanding, and he is typical of the kind of people who can't be recognized on the streets of Tokyo.

It is precisely because of the ordinary that it is easy to hide.

It's a pity that this is the United States, and the yellow race is very conspicuous.

But it didn't matter, he didn't plan to act stealthily in the first place.

Because he has absolute self-confidence, he can catch all the people here.

He had a victor's playful expression on his face: "Oh, isn't this a bullseye for a lost dog? Now you're working as a babysitter?"

Bullseye's face was actually blue and red, and his mask did a good job of hiding most of his expression. It is precisely because what the other party says is the truth that he cannot refute it.

"Idiot, enjoy the despair that follows!" Bullseye quickly changed the subject.

"Hoh, then I really want to see it. Murakami took a step forward, and with a slight push of his left thumb, the katana was already pulled out of its scabbard a little. He was ready to draw his sword and fight.

Bullseye shrugged and stepped aside: "Your opponent is her! ”

The crimson tights only enveloped Erica's toned body, and her limbs were mostly bare except for a pair of stockings.

It is clear from this that Erica has no other weapons except for a pair of short forks in the shape of a 'mountain'.

The momentum of this girl made Murakami frown, and the forehead lines on her forehead deepened.

"Oh?"

Soon, he knew where Erica's confidence came from.

That's absolute speed!

An eerie forward lean, followed by a simple kick, ricocheted Erica like a spring pulled to the bottom.

It was an oncoming rush that lowered its body to the knee height of an ordinary person standing.

The most terrifying thing is her speed, which was already very fast at the beginning, but after three or so steps, the speed suddenly increased in a geometric progression.

That's not the speed that humans should have!

At this moment, Murakami had already determined that the other party must have the bonus of [Super Soldier Serum].

Murakami didn't have time to think too much, the other party had already killed, and the violent momentum was like a storm engulfing everything in an instant.

Faced with this enemy who filled his horizon in an instant, Murakami had to make a hasty move.

That's the art of knife drawing that has been practiced for hundreds of years.

Millions of tempering times have already made his sword drawing technique without the slightest flaw, nor has he had the slightest superfluous action.

The sword light, refined to the extreme, slashed out diagonally at a speed no less than Erica's. The atmosphere-tearing attack carries a destructive power unimaginable to mortals.

Even if the knife is faced with a U.S. military-standard Humvee Jeep, it can be cut in two.

According to this trend, within a hundredth of a second, Erica's whole person will be split in half.

It was a waste to abruptly kill an opponent who was likely to be a candidate for the experiment, and Murakami couldn't care about it so much.

In less than an instant, Murakami saw the smile on the other party's beautiful face.

[Feint]!

[Fluctuating]!

Two skills were released in a row, making Erica's figure suddenly blurred, and Murakami's heart was completely empty.

No, it's not a split.

Erica actually deliberately parried Murakami's katana with a broken stab.

No one expected that the slender short spike would block the full force of the katana, which weighed more than five times its weight, head-on.

If it weren't for the Tai Chi force, the short spur would have been broken, and even if it was miraculously blocked, it would have been knocked away by the powerful swinging force.

However, Murakami's katana seemed to have struck an inexplicably strong steel plate, but it was violently bounced off.

"Impossible!" Murakami cried out in his heart.

This delicate little girl actually has no less arm strength than him!?

After using [Parry] to lure away Murakami's katana, the attack speed of the short stab instantly increased by 30% again!

As if thrown into the arms of her lover, Erica rushed into the sheer closeness that a katana could not protect, and stabbed the unsuspecting Murakami in the chest.

And most of Murakami's vision suddenly turned into Erica with a confident smile.

No way.

Murakami could only make a backbow with one waist, making a backswing similar to an iron bridge, and at the same time, his left hand with a metal gauntlet slammed a left hook into Erica's pretty face.

Compared to Murakami, who fought back in embarrassment, Erica's attack speed was faster.

Combining the momentum of the full gallop with the strength of the whole body, the agility of the short spur, and the two blows that are delivered with the shift of the body's center of gravity, can be described as a shooting star.

With the flash, the sound of cracks and muscles tearing sounded in the basement without being harsh at all.

As a veteran powerhouse, Murakami's reaction can't be said to be unhappy, and he still suffered a big loss. His pectoral muscles were cut open by two large gaps in the sharp short thorns. The cut on the left side of the heart was five centimeters deep, and a short rib had already been cut.

"Yaga!" Murakami was furious!

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