This lair is like a spider's web, and after descending from the secret passage, there is a hall, and many passages extend from the center of the hall. The location where we came in, the location where Mrs. Mayne came in, and the location of the arsenal were not in the same direction. There was some distance before entering the arsenal, and the walls of the passage were covered with doors, but there were many more places I didn't know, and perhaps the room disguised as a hardware store wasn't the only entrance.

"We're going to be a decoy here to make sure the Prophet gets out safely."

"They're gone?"

I hope they're gone, but the call cowboy had received seemed to signal the failure of the previous operation. I don't know how strong the warriors who protect Lady Mayne and her party are, but if they are pursued by enemies like hornets, there is no guarantee that nothing will go wrong. Moreover, there are powerful demonic warriors and demonic possessors among the opponents, and the situation is really not optimistic.

"I don't know, but it's something that doesn't need to be known, and it's safest to keep it secret." Billy Cowboy said.

"Even your own people can't know the way?" Even though I asked, I don't care about this kind of thing.

"Yes, once a language is formed, it is easily known to the enemy."

"Leakers on the fly?" Tomie said.

Billy Cowboy immediately looked back at her.

"Because God is listening to us." He said meaningfully.

As soon as his words fell, the figure of the enemy appeared in front of him. Tomie and I are already very familiar with these people. Dressed in a uniform vest-like uniform and wearing a hat, he at first glance looks like a sewer cleaner and a moving company clerk, but in fact he is an elite soldier with a superhuman strength after taking a special potion called "Paradise".

For the average person, it is indeed an elite unit. Not to mention how much military literacy there is, but on the scale of urban warfare, there are certainly not many ordinary armies that can defeat them. They have exceptionally strong bodies, are not afraid of ordinary bullets, and have a wealth of experience in urban mopping warfare.

You can hear from the sound of footsteps that keep coming in your ears, they move quickly, programmatically, and efficiently, and once they infiltrate the building, they disperse as quickly as termites.

Search, kill, if sniped, stay where you are and call your companions, and so on. There had been sporadic revolt before, but now it was almost inaudible. I couldn't witness the fighting, I couldn't tell how many of the people in the base had died, and they didn't leave at any time, and the warriors were clearly as decoy as we were.

Is it to tell the enemy that the "important members" are still here?

However, this mode of action is more beneficial for us. The previous battle made me realize that although these people's bodies have been modified to compete with even D-class demonic warriors, they have not gained talent, so they essentially have an unbridgeable gap with us.

I don't know what the leader of this army led by Lu Dao thought, and he would actually disperse his forces in the enemy's lair......

Wrong!

Their purpose is not to kill us, but to identify "important targets".

"These guys...... Is it a waystone? ”

"Hmph, it's really the Fangou Army." Billy said.

Billy fired the first shot. Billy is also a D-class fighter, and although he doesn't know what his talent is, as he shows pride, his marksmanship is indeed sharp. Two guns were fired in succession, and the first enemies immediately fell to the ground like wheat harvests.

"Fangou troops?"

"A special operations unit directly under the goat union." Billy Says:

"Ha Luha, the battle between the Asking Stones and the Cream Cake, I like it." Tomie pulled the chainsaw and rushed up from Billy's side, slashing the soldiers who tried to retreat to consolidate their positions.

"Be careful, these guys are all cult fanatics! The mode of action is like that of a hyena. If you're not careful, even wolves and lions will capsize in the gutter! Billy shouted.

He was answered by a wielding chainsaw, a high-speed spinning blade that grazed the walls and splattered sparks, cutting off enemies as easily as slicing tofu, even if they tried to block them with their weapons. With a roar that seemed to make even his heartbeat disordered, the soldier's severed upper body fell to the ground, and he let out a terrible scream with his last breath. Tomie didn't let them die immediately, she breathed as deeply as the fear that sucked them, and she kicked the corpse away with impunity, trampling off the trashy entrails.

The undulating body was stained with scarlet blood, as if the steam valve had opened, and the heat emitted seemed to make the air start to burn.

"Damn, this woman is a monster!" Billy spat on the ground, especially reluctantly holding up his guns.

All the enemies in front of him were lying at Tomie's feet.

Billy's twin guns were also revolvers, but they were different from mine, they were obviously much larger than mine, had different reloads, and folded forward instead of side-thrust wheels when loaded. When he shook the gun, the buckle made a very chic crisp sound, and the cartridge casings fell one after another. Although he had been complaining, this gesture clearly showed his trust in Tomie's combat prowess.

I dragged the "suitcase" behind the most, and at this time I quickened my pace, crossed by him, and followed Tomie closely. However, there was no room for me to exert my strength ahead, and all the enemies who rushed in from the other side of the passage were slashed by Tomie Riso. They had to stop at the entrance, hold their ground, and call for help through the intercom.

Although many of their companions died, and there was obviously a huge gap in individual strength, their voices were not disturbed in the slightest.

Tomie and I quickened our pace to enter the hall before they could join in, but a heavy gunshot rang out from behind them.

Almost at the same time as the sound, Tomie had already blocked his arm in front of him, and with a flash of sparks, a projectile was bounced off the wall by his armor, leaving a deep hole.

"This force, huh, sniper?" Tomie muttered to himself.

I've seen people shooting. He was in the hall, his face hidden in shadow by the low-pressure brim of his hat, his eyes glowing coldly, and his expression was cold and hard, unshaken. He was about to get a second shot when a gunshot rang out behind him, and Billy's bullet grazed my cheek.

The target is the sniper. ,

However, the opponent rolled to the side almost at the same time, and dodged the bullet with ease.

Before Tomie could rush forward, the soldiers waiting at the exit began to pour ammunition, and the dense gunfire covered her body in an instant.

However, this level of firepower still did not pose enough threat to us, Tomie simply put up the chainsaw, and the wide saw body became a natural shield. I stood behind her as a matter of course, the revolver sliding from the sleeve of my right hand into my hand.

"Quark, go down." I say.

Quark obediently flew off my shoulder, and I lifted the "suitcase" in front of me with my left hand, put the muzzle of the gun on the suitcase, and walked out of the trunk from behind Tomie.

"Hey...... Feed! Boy! Billy yelled from behind him, "You're blocking my gun!" ”

"Fix it right away." I answered him.

The bullet splashed sparks in the "trunk", and the powerful kinetic energy was transmitted all the way to my left wrist. The gaze crossed the wall of people in front of him and landed on the sniper. He knelt behind the overturned table, and he had switched to a larger caliber firearm while we were pinned down by gunfire. Through the lenses of the scope, our eyes meet in an instant.

At this very moment, the shots were fired at the same time.

The first bullet collided with the bullet from the sniper rifle and immediately splattered. A soldier was hit by a sniper bullet that went off track and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. At the same time as he went limp, the second bullet had already penetrated the scope and entered the sniper's eyeball. A reddish-white liquid bursts from the back of the sniper's head, painting graffiti of death on the white walls behind him.

Then the third, the fourth...... Each bullet takes exactly one life.

Maybe death came too quickly, maybe they didn't care about this death at all. Unlike the pre-death collapse I had encountered, the soldiers in front of me didn't seem to waver even if they all died here. This kind of cold will to fight is actually chilling.

Are you really dealing with people? Is the self who kills like a mustard really a human being?

"Don't hesitate! Boy, don't stop your board machine if you don't want to die! These guys are hyenas! ”