The cowboy takes a pose, pulls the trigger of the sniper rifle, and shoots the tracker in the heart.

Blood splattered everywhere, but unfortunately the tracker didn't even stop, still striding with heavy steps, walking calmly forward.

Seeing that a sniper bullet could not kill the monster, and even the slightest injury and impact was not caused, the cowboy thought that he was dazzled, so he aimed at the monster's body and fired a second shot.

However, the situation was still the same as the first time, and the tracker was not injured by the bullet at all, and continued to step steadily forward.

"You're dead, freak!"

Cowboy felt that his dignity had been insulted, and he stood up in annoyance, holding the sniper rifle in his hand to fire a third shot.

But the tracker is not so stupid, it is impossible to always let the cowboy hit it indifferently, the tracker raised his left arm at this time, carried the silver bazooka in his hand on his shoulder, and directly pressed the trigger to launch a rocket, which bombarded the cowboy who couldn't dodge.

"Cool!"

In the dark black Rolls-Royce, Wang Hai watched the battle between cowboys and monsters through the window, and silently sighed in his heart.

In fact, in addition to this cowboy policeman hidden on the roof of a small house, there are actually twelve other special elites who belong to the elite special defense force of Raccoon City hidden in a shop opposite.

After the cowboy was killed by the tracker, the twelve of them immediately put on a special combat team formation and fired at the tracker one after another, trying to eliminate the tracker with powerful firepower, and it was considered to avenge the cowboy, of course, it was not ruled out that it was to eliminate the hidden danger that they would be killed by the tracker, so it was better to strike first.

However, all kinds of bullets, whether pistol bullets, submachine gun bullets, or rifle bullets, hit the tracker one by one, and the tracker was only beaten to the point of wailing a few times, and was not beaten back or fell to the ground, but still walked forward step by step.

Soon, the angry tracker fought back.

It lifted the 5,000-round bullet Gatling in its right hand, aimed at the hiding place of the twelve, and opened fire, carrying out a fierce artillery strike, or more precisely, absolute fire suppression!

In just a few seconds, the twelve special elites were all wiped out!

None survived!

"Rotten elite."

The Stalker is an ugly super cyborg warrior, but he still knows basic words and phrases.

After the disdain was over, the tracker turned and continued towards the destination set in the brain chip.

It was at this time that Wang Hai opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and walked out like an elegant gentleman.

"Hey, big guy, and me!"

Hearing Wang Hai's words, the tracker turned his head and glanced at Wang Hai.

It is worth mentioning that the tracker's eyes are equipped with a special detection device that analyzes the strength of the enemy and shows the "threat level" in both eyes.

For example, in the previous cowboy, the strength test showed the result of "MINIMAL", which means that the threat level is very low.

In other words, the probability of that cowboy killing it is close to zero.

EVEN ALICE, A SUPER BIOCHEMICAL WARRIOR WHO HAS SUCCESSFULLY FUSED PERFECTLY WITH THE T-VIRUS, IS ACTUALLY ONLY "MODERATE", THAT IS, THE THREAT LEVEL SHE BRINGS TO THE TRACKER IS ONLY "MODERATE", THAT IS, THE THREAT LEVEL IS MODERATE.

However, when the tracker scanned and tested Wang Hai, the virtual display screen in his eyes immediately malfunctioned, indicating that Wang Hai's strength had exceeded the upper limit of the intelligent program.

What's even more exaggerated is that at this time, even the terminal server far away from Raccoon City was suddenly blown up!

The strength of the person on the other side is really terrifying and immeasurable!!

The tracker raised his head and roared into the sky, and then lifted the fire god Gatling in his right hand and shot wildly towards the sea more than twenty meters away.

Puff puff puff!

The Gatling six-wheel turnaround spun at an accelerated pace, and metal bullets poured down on Wang Hai's body like dense raindrops.

Sparks from the muzzles of the guns flew and metal bullet casings flew all over the sky.

Ding Ding!

From the portable Vulcan Gatling, which has a rate of fire of up to eight hundred pieces per minute, every bullet fired out did hit Wang Hai's body accurately, but unfortunately it did not produce any effect, Wang Hai's iron god body was not pierced at all, except for a little pin-and-needle-like stinging sensation, there was nothing else.

The tracker saw that Vulcan Gatling had no effect on Wang Hai at all, so he immediately scolded "Fake" in his hoarse voice, and then threw away the Vulcan Gatling in his right hand, and instead raised the silver bazooka in his left hand, aimed the muzzle of the gun at Wang Hai, who was approaching step by step, and resolutely pulled the trigger and fired a rocket.

The corners of Wang Hai's mouth floated a trace of arc, stretched out his right hand as fast as lightning, and quickly grabbed the rocket that arrived in front of him, in the stunned gaze of the tracker, Wang Hai directly pinched the rocket and put it on his chest, so that the fuse of the rocket touched his chest, and suddenly there was a violent explosion.

The flames were blazing and shrapnel was flying.

Although a bit unexpected by the tracker, but indeed within reasonable predictions, Wang Hai was still intact, as if the rocket, which was enough to blow up a tank, was just the most ordinary toy in his eyes.

The Stalker is a super biochemical warrior who has been modified by the brain domain, and although he no longer has the IQ of a normal person, he still has a certain IQ that is sufficient to deal with crises.

The tracker realized that he could not defeat Wang Hai at all, so he lost the bazooka in his hand again, and turned around and ran towards the opposite street in light clothes, trying to get out of Wang Hai's field of vision as quickly as possible.

Escaping is the only thing the tracker can do now.

It didn't think that Wang Hai would be kind enough to spare his life.

As it turned out, its speculation was correct, and Wang Hai had no intention of letting it go.

Seeing the tracker struggling to escape, Wang Hai shook his head gently, feeling a little for a while.

Before he evolves a perfect body, a super biochemical warrior like the Tracker will definitely pose a huge threat to him, and the two weapons of destruction in his hand, Vulcan Gatling and Bazooka, are enough for him to bear.

Now, Wang Hai has not only evolved a perfect divine body, but also awakened the destructive power of the ancient water god in the Asgardian God Realm, which is enough to kill this barely powerful tracker in the blink of an eye.

The tracker, for the current Wang Hai, is basically no different from a chicken!

"If you can't beat it, you can run?"

"Looks like this cyborg warrior has some IQ."

Looking at the back of the tracker gradually moving away, Wang Hai took a step and pursued at full speed. (To be continued.) )