Bai Zhi's voice alarmed the entire fortress.

Black barrels of guns protruded from the hollowed-out walls like works of art, small bunkers rose from the originally flat ground in the garden, and armor plates fell from the villa in the middle of the garden.

A rumbling mechanical hiss came from underground, a piece of grass reversed upwards, and an old tracked tank rose to the ground, the barrel of the gun spinning towards Bai Zhi.

Neat footsteps rang out, and hundreds of people, dressed in uniform black enclosed full-body exoskeletons, followed the improvised guards raised in the garden into the first line of defense.

The stage has been set up, and Bai Zhi's body is slightly bowed, ready to appear.

The fireworks from the launch of the nine rockets illuminated Bai Zhi's body, and nine rockets fell down the street, and the huge flames and dust covered everything.

The missile launcher on the shoulder ejected all the missiles, and the gray mist outlined six abrupt lines, rushing forward at a distance of five or six meters, suddenly rising, almost sticking to the top of the underground cavity and falling suddenly, like a blooming flower, each missile opened five gray petals, with the breath of death enveloping the entire garden.

The screams were accompanied by a huge vibrational explosion, and the flames engulfed the lives one by one, with the manor as the center, the huge vibration waves scattered in all directions, a large amount of rubble fell, and under the smoke and dust, everything became blurred.

In the smoke and dust, Bai Zhi threw down nine rocket launchers, the missile launcher on his shoulder automatically fell off, and the muscles of his whole body swelled unscrupulously under the cover of armor, and an extreme anger directly controlled Bai Zhi's reason.

The two hundred kilograms of armor became as weightless as a piece of paper at this moment, and the killing intent gushing out from the bottom of his heart outlined Bai Zhi's hideous face like an invisible demon.

Continuously, the sound of footsteps like a storm sounded, and the characteristic sound of metal hitting the ground shook everyone's hearts.

The senseless roar came out through the loudspeaker, as if unleashing a demon representing panic and despair.

After the chaos, the guards finally organized a decent resistance, and the gunfire tore through the smoke and dust, and according to the judgment of the bottom of their hearts, the entire street was enveloped.

The roar of the tank guns shook the ground nearby, and the crisp hiss of the machine guns at the top of the tanks like tearing cloth reverberated throughout the battlefield.

The remaining automatic weapons in the manor blocked the entire street.

The footsteps became clearer and clearer, but there was no confusion, like the ticking of a clock, bullets drilling out smoke and dust, accurate as a face-to-face shot, and every minute and every second, a large number of guards would die with frightened faces.

Bai Zhi seemed to charge recklessly, but he counted all the enemy's reactions, and the ground overturned by the nine rocket launchers was enough to provide a large amount of cover.

The automatic aiming system that completely abandoned the armor, with amazing sensing, Bai Zhi locked on every life form with killing intent, as if awakening the killing instinct, Bai Zhi could even clearly sense the picture of the bullet drilling into each corpse.

A tank shell whizzed across his side, and the huge explosion behind him did not move Bai Zhi at all, and his firm fingers pulled the trigger, releasing small angels of death.

Charge, charge, boiling blood drives a powerful body, and the power that fills every inch of flesh and blood is continuously transmitted to the feet.

Like an unreasonable beast, Bai Zhi stubbornly withstood the furious fire that could make people mad, and rushed out of the smoke and dust.

The huge metal gate with the statue of the Spirit Race flew out like a crude wooden board under Bai Zhi's great force.

The smoke and dust slid all over Bai Zhi's body, like wisps of streamers, and Bai Zhi himself was the angel who brought death and killing.

The enemy's frightened eyes were his best food, and an addictive feeling made Bai Zhi even more furious.

stepped into the enemy's bunker with one foot, and before Bai Zhi could land, the machine gun in his hand roared and shredded the life behind the bunker.

The viscous blood, the splatters of flesh, the red and white brains, and the yellow viscosity squeezed out of the tattered intestines formed a carpet that cost lives.

The gunfire that followed behind covered the entire fortification, and the creaking of the tank turret's rotation was almost masked by the crisp crash of bullets.

A magnetic mine streaked through the air, and as soon as the low sound of activation sounded, it was firmly glued to the tank turret.

After three silent counts, a huge roar made the ground shake, and the smoke and dust that had not yet fallen once again enveloped the entire manor.

When the smoke and dust fell, the remaining guards looked in Bai Zhi's direction in shock.

There, the demonic figure had been lost.

As if letting go of the fear in their hearts, everyone looked at the center of the garden for the rest of their lives.

It was the Grand Duke's villa, and the seemingly solid walls had now been hollowed out in a huge hole.

No one wanted to stand up, it seemed that the nightmare of experience had drained all the strength of the body, so that everyone did not want to experience the fear deeper than death again.

Even the roars of the leaders could be heard over the communicator, and no one wanted to stand up, no one wanted to break into the nightmare again.

The hissing wail seemed to be the only sound that could be heard, and from the hollow of the villa, from the communicator in the ear, only the hysterical wail was the only constant existence.

Several of them were covered in blood, as if they had escaped from their deepest fears, and their faces seemed to have a smile on their faces, but they were distorted to make people's hearts hairy.

Escaping was like a contagion, quickly spreading throughout the battlefield.

It was as if the demon, with its metallic sheen, was still behind him.

……

Once again, there was a familiar blankness in his mind, and Bai Zhi knew that the think tank chief had acted according to his instructions.

The feeling of weakness after the full explosion of anger eroded every inch of flesh and blood on Bai Zhi's body, and the heavy armor almost crushed Bai Zhi's shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Zhi looked at the door in front of him, the bodies of several guards were stacked diagonally on the ground, and a pool of blood was wrapped around Bai Zhi's feet along the ground.

Inside, the Grand Duke, who was originally a member of the Pirate Parliament and controlled tens of thousands of outlaw pirates, was holding a pistol with trembling hands.

Raising his hand to block in front of him, the bullet made a crisp sound, making some more potholes in the already mottled armor.

Looking at the Grand Duke, who had already emptied the bullet and was still pulling the trigger under the domination of fear, Bai Zhi lowered his face armor, revealing that somewhat pale and immature face.

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke, I'm here to collect the debt!"