Stark was closing in on the six cloaked men, who controlled the ringblades to spin as they adjusted the ringblades that were hovering in front of them to a half-offensive and half-defensive state.

"You guys go up together, save me some time"

Stark took two steps forward, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Obviously, the ring blades that the six people in front of them rotated were far more threatening than the previous attacks, and judging from the expressions of these people, this control method was also a huge consumption of mental power.

"Don't talk nonsense, each for his own master!"

The six men wearing cloaks took off their cloaks at the same time, revealing a red-black tight-fitting combat suit, activated optical stealth in an instant, and disappeared in place.

At the moment when these six men moved, the trio who had been following Stark also spread out in an orderly manner.

Wearing individual combat glasses, Buz threw an electromagnetic grenade-like object into the ground, and as soon as the mine touched the ground, it sent out an EMP electromagnetic destruction pulse wave ring.

And Carter, who was shaking a waist knife, was like a bat that pounced on a moth, and went straight to the group of swirling and flying ring blades.

As the EMP pulse filled the room, six humanoids with discoloration in the air were revealed, and the black bear-like Borg spread out his two hairy hands and struck at the two butcher agents led by him.

"What era is it, do you still think brute force can beat technology?"

The agent at the head does not care, and the butcher, who has long been strengthened in bones, is never afraid of hard work.

In just the moment of this thought, Borg's pair of furry fists hit the chests of the first two butcher agents, and these two agents had already made a blocking action with one hand, and each hand held a high-frequency cutting tactical dagger, which could easily shred even the deck of a civilian ship.

However, there is a long gap between reality and imagination in this world.

I heard two "poof" and "poof" sounds, and the first two people in front of the butcher who were sprinting had been forced to stop by Borg, and the few people behind had to fight with the knife and Carter who was playing with knives while stopping to prepare for hand-to-hand combat.

When the four people in the back saw that the two in front of them were motionless, they couldn't help but wonder, how could a pair of meat fists not be able to withstand it, the butcher wanted to advance to the level of seven kills, in addition to the mental power that was perfect enough to control the seven ring blades, his own muscle and bone strengthening and strike resistance ability would also be made extremely strong by training and drugs.

But when they circled around to the two butcher agents who had been headed, they realized that they were wrong.

The pair of furry fists had broken the arms and ribs of the two people in front of them, and plunged deep into their chests, and the impact caused the muscles in their bodies to contract so violently that even the high-frequency cutting dagger held in the other hand could not penetrate the black bear's body.

"You ... The Man of Death ... ”

Now, the identities of these people seem to have jumped on the paper, although hand-to-hand combat is the weakness of the seven-kill butcher agents, but the soldier who can take the lives of two seven-kill people with one blow can never be a pawn of the peddler.

It has long been heard in the Empire that the Federation has a secretly trained unit, and they are planted in the army, logistics, secret service, etc., and they have a common name, called the "Grim Reaper".

This unit was personally set up by the first president of the Federation, and has been passed down from generation to generation, and there are rumors about them in many places in the universe, but few people have seen them in person, and it is said that, just like the name of this unit, most of those who have experienced it have been sent to the other side of the world.

"How did you come to a planet like Gertu..."

The four survivors, whose optical camouflage had disappeared, looked at the people in front of them in disbelief.

The inexplicable knife hand had already cut off all the ring blades that were spinning in the air, and the big black man was slowly pulling his hand out of the bodies of the two butchers whose vitality had died, and the young man with individual tactical glasses didn't know what kind of weapon he had taken out in his hand, and the black looked like he had an ominous premonition, and the most terrifying thing was the short-haired blond man who had never moved his hand from beginning to end, it was obvious that he was the boss of this group of perverts.

"I should ask you this sentence, right?"

Stark looked calmly at the four butcher agents who were still alive, but he had never been interested in capturing these tools of war alive.

It's like he knows very well how he will behave once he is captured. Even the mental amplifier buried in the nerve center of the regular ghost agent of the army can self-detonate, not to mention the butcher who specializes in stealth operations and agents of this specification like the Grim Reaper, especially the special forces in the special forces like the Grim Reaper.

As long as Joanna is in her hands, a little here can quickly come to light.

For Stark, what he needs to do in Gertu is more important and tricky than cleaning up these agents, and there is really not much time to waste on these people.

When the name Joanna flashed in his mind, Stark suddenly felt a chill behind him, this feeling was like a gambler playing dice, and put all his net worth on the big, but when the bell was opened, one of the three dice was already clearly seen to be the number one...

Everyone present felt a seeping spiritual coercion that swept through the entire basement.

"Originally, I just wanted to meet her, but I didn't expect that you had to let me come over in person...

When they turned around, they found that the rough male voice was actually coming from the mouth of Joanna, who was holding the star essence in the statue's hand with one hand.