The chopping steel knife cleaves open the transparent laser beam receiving window of the Hellfire missile like a bamboo, and the proximity fuse moves in response to the sound, sending out electromagnetic commands as the machinery operates.

A high-energy mixed explosive, weighing 6 kg, was detonated.

The flames rose into the sky, and the visible arc of shockwaves swept the snow below, and the snow-covered dense forest in the far distance trembled, shaking off the branches and leaves.

The cold snow surface was mixed with hot black mud and sand, and the heat from the explosion swelled and smoked, obscuring the view.

Four AH-4A Apache helicopter gunships arrived belatedly, hovering high in the air, leaning on daylight searchlights to survey the scene below.

Each of these gunships can carry up to 16 Hellfire anti-tank missiles, and they also have a 30mm single-barreled chain gun under the nose and an M-789 high-explosive armor-piercing anti-personnel projectile, which can easily penetrate the side armor of light armored vehicles and even main battle tanks.

In other words, in front of these four Apache gunships, even a fortress made of steel will be torn to pieces.

No matter how strong the butcher is, he is still flesh and blood.

After the explosion, its upper body armor had taken on a half-melted appearance, and its huge body was crumbling, and it had to get down on one knee, barely supporting its huge weight.

Even so, Lars Gul El was extremely careful not to approach the smoky battlefield,

The Assassin leader narrowed his eyes, pressed the communication headset, and hoarsely commanded, "Chaingun fire." ”

The chains of bullets ejected by the four helicopter gunships weaved into a dense network of fire symbolizing death, and the butcher trembled and was about to get up when he was hit by thousands of bullets.

The searchlight beam swept back and forth, and the observer on the helicopter made a lot of confirmations before saying to the Assassin leader, "The target has been solved." ”

In Lars Gul Eyre's sight, the butcher had been reduced to a pool of scented charred flesh, and the heavy armor on its body had crumbled and shattered, stained with muddy blood in the snow.

Finally dead.

The Assassin Leader let out a slow breath and sent the Shadow Warrior in the back of the helicopter down the rope into the snow.

The Shadow Warriors of the Assassin League were extremely skilled in removing the large body bags and the small transparent isolation bags from the packages, first bagging the fragmented corpses of the night owls and claws, and then carefully packing up the butcher's armor and minced meat.

Knell, who had survived the explosion, struggled to get up, glanced at Lars Gul El from afar, and instead of talking, he quietly hid his body and limped into the depths of the forest.

Not to mention that the owl court, which suffered heavy losses, was willing to settle the rest of the money for itself, even if it did, I am afraid it would not be worth the cost of repairing these two top-notch katanas.

Just as he was worried, he heard a voice in front of him, "Good evening." Regards.

Knell looked up suddenly, and a few meters in front of him stood a strange young man wearing a strange face and a loose white coat, looking at him with an interested gaze.

Fear immediately gripped Knell's heart, as the world's top assassin, no one had ever been able to cross his alert range and get so close to him silently.

It's like a ghost.

The katana covered with dense chips and cracks was held in his hand, and the death knell was like a spring taut to the extreme, ready to bully at any time, and immediately turned and fled after the feint.

It was none other than Leon, who glanced at the death knell and pointed to the searchlight-shrouded battlefield in the distance, "It's very lively there." ”

"....." Knell hesitated for a moment, but said dryly, "yes." ”

Leon still stood loosely leaning against the trunk of the tree, and asked casually, "You just escaped from there?" ”

Deathbell's hair was cold, and the katana in his hand was almost raised, but the other party's casual posture finally deterred him, "...... Well. ”

"Then lead the way."

The fear engraved in the instinct of the organism forces the death knell to walk honestly in front, not even the thought of rebellion can arise, but only sluggishly, with a hollow brain, leading the way.

Lars Gul El sat slumped on the ground to regain his strength, surrounded by the Shadow Warrior soldiers, and when he saw the death knell coming out of the dense forest, he wanted to say a few words of greeting before his men captured him.

He was about to make a move when he saw a strange figure walk out from behind Deathbell.

"Who are you?"

The leader of the Assassins was secretly on the alert, and the four gunships hovering in the sky swept the searchlights in unison, bathing Leon in a thousand rays of light.

"Me? I'm supposed to be the one you're waiting for, right? ”

Li Ang shook his white coat, held the hard-bottomed form commonly used by doctors in his hand, and took out a hero brand fountain pen from his coat pocket, writing something on the form.

A chill surged from the bottom of the leader's heart at this moment, and he looked at the bloody butcher in a daze, and then at Li Ang, who looked like a doctor, and scanned back and forth between the two.

Lars Gul Lal flicked his fingers silently, secretly instructing the Shadow Warriors to aim at each other, as long as Li Ang made the slightest move, the helicopter in the sky and the Shadow Warrior soldiers on the ground would shoot in unison.

"Hmm..... The mutant codenamed 'Butcher', which was guided and modified by Baron Straker's heart cells, still has a lot of room to rise," Leon seemed to be unable to see the muzzles of those black holes, writing and drawing with a fountain pen, and kept muttering: "The defense power of the original body surface is about 300mm of special alloy steel plate, and if you count the chain, it can probably resist head-on..."

The leader of the assassins did not bother to listen to it again, and his fist was clenched fiercely.

The Apache gunship piloted the button, and the chain gun sprayed flames, while the ordinary soldiers below also opened fire.

In the rain of bullets, Li Ang pulled out his hand and snapped his fingers casually, "The limit is liberated, 100 percent." ”

The scattered steel fragments and charred black flesh on the ground suddenly trembled, and in an instant, they expanded into a hundredfold and a thousand times, forming a dense and thick huge city wall, sheltering in front of Li Ang.

"The process of making this butcher is extremely complicated, first I took the cells of Baron Straker that had been strengthened by super potions, concocted a large lump of unconscious polyps through a petri dish, and then used the Nordic Rooney Divine Pattern technique to create a false soul for this polyp."

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, the smoke and dust dissipated, and in the disbelief and horror of everyone, Li Ang emerged from behind the broken but still standing in place of the flesh and blood wall.

"Secondly, use the Voodoo 'corpse barbarian' technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in black Africa to shape nerves, tendons, blood, and bones for the meat block, and finally use the Wanhua Cardinal Box to simulate the basic steel armor as the last layer of binding for the meat block."

With Leon's words, the flesh wall began to squirm from slow to fast, and dense layers of pink and tender flesh sprouts grew on it.

"Thirty percent intensity, the butcher's size, strength, and speed will skyrocket."

Leon held up a finger.

The leader of the assassins had already sensed something, and with a wave of his hand, he roared hoarsely, "Fire!" ”

"Sixty percent strength, the butcher will grow four arms, and he can crack the stone with his hands and feet."

Li Ang still didn't care, his white coat fluttering messily in the wind, and his second finger stood up.

"One hundred percent strength is the most extreme case, and the armor supported by the cardinal's box is both a shield against external damage and a prison for the butcher himself."

Four Apache frantically agitated chain guns, and a salvo of Hellfire anti-tank rockets from the pods below.

"When this armor breaks, the butcher, who has completely lost his restraints, follows his cellular instinct and begins to multiply like crazy without stopping."

Four rockets burst out, only to be abruptly intercepted at high altitude.

Hundreds of confused and hesitant human faces appeared on the flesh and blood wall, crying and screaming, and hundreds of vigorous and burly humanoid arms grew, spreading out a distance of nearly a hundred meters, holding the rocket warhead.

The third finger stands in the wind.

The wall of flesh blocked the shelling, and before the four Apache could take off, the arms twisted together like vines reaching into the sky, like drills piercing everything, growing higher and higher, piercing all the gunships from the bottom up.

Leon buckled the cap of his pen and stepped slowly, and the background panel was a wall of flesh and blood that covered the sky and slowly fell to the ground.

Lars Gul Lal was already in complete despair, and asked softly with empty eyes, "You... Who the hell is it? ”

"Me?" Li Ang smiled slightly, put the pen back in his pocket, and said indifferently: "It's just an enthusiastic citizen who came out to hang out on Christmas Eve." ”