Until he entered the gate of the main building of the training base, Su's footsteps maintained a constant speed. He felt that several pairs of eyes fell on him, and there were more murderous aura looming over him, the latter was obviously superior in terms of concealment and strength, but the most vigilant thing for Su was the few people who could only make him vaguely feel a little pressure.

And is there still a person who even Su can't perceive? Absolutely. This is the answer given by intuition.

Almost as soon as he stepped through the door, Sue suddenly took a step sideways in the shadows, leaned his back against the wall, and then swam up the ceiling like a gecko, then swam up the second floor along the ceiling, and then suddenly exerted his strength and pierced through the corridor window. His feet hooked up on the window, his body turned upwards almost deficiently, his hands on the outer wall. The exterior wall of the training base is an old dark red brick wall, and the uneven brick joints of the wall have given him enough points to borrow. In just a few seconds, Sue had climbed along the exterior wall to the fourth floor, climbing through an open window.

This is a small classroom, the door is directly opposite the corridor on the fourth floor, and at the door sits a soldier in a black tight-fitting combat suit, holding a new assault rifle exported by Kevlar in his arms, this rifle has a short body, high rate of fire and high power, and can adjust a number of shooting parameters according to the physical condition of the shooter, claiming to be a rifle that can be customized according to the needs of customers. The warrior sat in a chair with his eyes fixed on the staircase, and the rifle was ready to fire. On the arm of his suit is a two-headed snake mark, the emblem of the Fabregas family's armed forces.

He seemed to sit a little carelessly, but in fact the muscles of his whole body had tightened, and he could shoot at the slightest change. The 50-round magazine for assault rifles can be emptied in seconds. He has a headset pinned to his ear, which is a device that can transmit directional sound, so that he can communicate with his teammates without worrying about revealing his whereabouts.

In post-war politics, the genealogy of the coats of arms of the major families is an important chapter, which of course includes the two-headed snake coat of arms of the Fabregas family.

Su fell to the ground silently, walked behind the warrior, and pinched the back of his neck, and the warrior fainted before he could make any resistance movements. Su took off the headphones and put them on his ears, and a solemn and slightly anxious voice came from the headphones: "The target disappears on the second floor, all personnel pay attention!" Repeat......"

Su took the assault rifle again, removed the magazine and looked at it. The magazine was full of high-explosive anti-personnel bullets, and Su, who had already learned the basics of firearms in the new era, naturally knew the power of this bullet that was specially used to deal with large and dangerous mutant creatures. Even if an elephant in the old era was shot by this bullet, a hole of tens of centimeters would appear in its body. If it was an ordinary person, or a person like Su who had only strengthened his first-order defense ability, no matter which part of his body was shot, he would be fatally wounded.

Seeing this bullet, Su didn't need more evidence to know that these people had indeed killed him.

It took Sue a minute to lay a small trap and get out of the room, swim along the ceiling to the end of the hallway, and disappear into a storage room.

The fainted warrior's body slowly slumped, slowly and quickly, and finally fell heavily to the ground. He slammed his head against the corner of the wall, screamed in pain, and was awake for a moment, only to faint again under the unsuspecting impact. A thin wire was attached to his waist, bypassed the door frame and was tied to the trigger of an assault rifle. After the warrior fell, he immediately pulled the assault rifle that had been switched to fire suppression mode and roared, and the gunfire instantly shook several floors! Fifty powerful bullets flew in all directions, and a few of them hit the unlucky warrior's body, instantly blasting several large holes in his muscular body, almost blowing his body into several pieces! Splashes of blood and minced flesh stained almost the entire wall, and even the ceiling was covered with several huge blood flowers.

The silence of the entire building and the silence of the entire training base was broken by the fierce gunfire of the storm. The voice in the headset immediately became louder, and the command was constantly issued for the fighters to move closer to the fourth floor. The sound of messy footsteps quickly converged towards the fourth floor, and several heavily armed soldiers rushed through the door of the storage room where Su was hiding at a speed of less than 100 meters and six seconds, and rushed to the classroom door where gunshots were fired in a few steps.

Looking at the blood that filled the room and the rifles that were still dangling on the door frames, several soldiers were stunned and a little overwhelmed. One of the soldiers wears a single tactical goggle on his right eye, which not only provides multiple gaze modes, but also transmits the current scene to the field commander. The commander was visibly also shocked by the horrific scene in the room, and there was a moment of silence in the tactical headset before the command to disperse the search was heard.

The warriors were so hurried as they approached that they didn't notice the slightest noise in the storage room they had hurriedly passed.

Several experienced fighters searched it, but found no trace of Su, and there was no reaction on the life detector. After the initial rush, the warriors began to scrutinize every room, every nook and cranny. These veterans of many wars know that those who can deceive the life detector are difficult guys, and maybe in one face, they will die at the hands of these killers.

There was a snap, and the subtle sound from under his feet tugged at a warrior's nerves. He slowly looked down and saw that his boots were stepping on a pool of blood.

The blood is hot and flowing.

The soldier's eyes flickered, and he looked in the direction where the blood was flowing, and saw a storage room a meter away, and the blood was still gurgling out from under the door. This is a seasoned veteran, and the muzzle of his assault rifle pointed at the door as his eyes fall on the door of the storage room.

Of course, it is impossible for such a thin door to block the fire of an assault rifle.

The veteran didn't remember that someone in his detachment was deployed in this position, of course, if it was a capable person directly under the family headquarters, it would not be surprising, the capable person was not something they could command, and even the flow of intelligence was one-way. The capable know their full dynamics, while these warriors know nothing about the capable ones.

When he grasped the doorknob, the veteran felt that his palms were covered with sweat, and the waterproof and breathable military boots had no effect on the blood, but he felt that the warm blood seemed to have spilled onto his instep, making his chest tight. He had killed a lot of people, and although he didn't have an exact number, it would never be less than 100, but even the first time he killed was never as nervous as he is now.

The door to the storage room was slowly pulled open.

The old soldier shuddered, and even though the muzzle of the gun was pointed behind the door, he still had the illusion that someone would come at any moment and slit his neck with his saber, as he had done so many times. And when this man pounced, the veteran strangely believed that he must not be able to resist or even dodge, and could only watch as he sliced his own neck.

The door was completely open, and the veteran's fantasies were not fulfilled. Behind the door was a room of only ten square meters, and there was nothing in it. On the floor lay a young woman on her back, not pretty, but not ugly. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. The seasoned veteran could already tell from the dilated pupils that the woman was dead.

The gaze of the veteran, accustomed to seeing blood, subconsciously avoided her completely sliced throat and looked at her body.

The black composite combat uniform on the woman's body was completely untied, and the tight underwear was also cut from the middle, exposing the upper body. Her skin is very rough, covered with scars, and even a small half of the ** is missing. It can be seen that these are all traces left by past battles.

The trousers of the combat uniform were also cut, the military boots were cut in half, and the underpants were thrown aside. This woman can be said to be completely **.

But in the eyes of the veteran, he didn't see any ** atmosphere at all. In the picture that made up for itself in his mind, he only saw the beautiful man named Su indifferently cutting the woman's clothes, searching all the equipment she was carrying, then taking a few things that he could use, and calmly leaving, waiting in the shadows for the next prey.

The veteran couldn't identify the woman, and as for the various equipment and parts scattered all over the place, at least half of them were something he had never seen before, and some of the objects couldn't imagine their role based on their appearance alone, and he couldn't see what was missing, so he couldn't understand Su's abilities.

He froze, focused his tactical goggles on the woman's face, and pressed the call switch on the frame.

Several screens hung in a large classroom on the top floor of the main building, and as soon as the woman's face appeared on the screen, several shocked whispers rang out in the classroom.

"The Dead Leaf Butterfly is dead?"

The classroom was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people at a time, and the seats were arranged in a stepped pattern, with the top seating removed and placed in a Victorian court-style sofa with a high crown sofa back, gold silk and large tassels. On the sofa sat a middle-aged man with a majestic face, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Hearing the noise in the room, he opened his eyes, looked at the face of the woman frozen on the largest screen, and asked calmly: "What's the matter, who is she?" ”

A Dark Dragoon Major standing next to the sofa bent down and said respectfully, "Her name is Dead Leaf Butterfly, and she is the fourth-ranked wilderness killer in the King Cobra detachment. Now that she's dead, it seems that Su Gan's. ”

The middle-aged man didn't care about the fate of this woman named Withered Leaf Butterfly, he frowned and said, "I originally wanted to talk to that Su, but now it seems that there is no need." This woman is dead when she dies, isn't there still three killers in front of her, all sent out! Inform the people below that if you meet Su Ge, don't forget it! ”

"Yes!" The major replied forcefully, and then conveyed the order. In front of the makeshift console, the three tactical commanders stared at the screen in front of them from a few to a dozen images, breaking down the major's orders and conveying them to the fighters on the front line one by one. There was another commander of the King Cobra unit, who only gave a few simple orders to the tactical computer on his wrist, and then looked at the six tactical displays hanging in the air with a gloomy face.

Withered Leaf Butterfly is his right-hand man, and although her frontal combat power is not particularly outstanding, she is a first-class player for stealth, stealth, and assassination. This time he was silently killed, which quietly cast a shadow on his heart.

The middle-aged man looked at his watch, frowned and asked, "What about Ricardo?" Why hasn't he been there yet? ”

The major was a little hesitant, but when he saw the middle-aged man's eyes waiting for an answer, he was a little impatient, and he had to answer stubbornly: "Colonel Rika just replied to the message, saying that there was a traffic jam on the road, and he would arrive later." ”

The middle-aged man's face immediately became gloomy, and it was not easy to rush to his mouth with a sentence of "nonsense!" "Swallowed it back. The population in Dragon City is less than 100,000, and there are few people who can afford to drive. Of course, he knew that this was just an excuse for Ricardo not want to go to war. But using such a lame excuse, isn't this clearly a slap in the face?

He quickly calmed down, pointed to the Major and the King Cobra Commander wrapped in a brown trench coat, and said, "Looks like Ricardo doesn't want to come." His meaning is very clear, that is, with only your warriors and a few cobras under your command, you can't take care of a little ensign of the Dark Dragoon! Of course, if this time fails, the biggest responsibility lies with me, because I chose you to complete this task. ”

Both the major and the commander of the king cobra had changed their faces. Of course, they knew that Ricardo didn't necessarily mean that, but what if? After all, Ricardo is the first in line to the family and the grandson of Fabregas Sr. Although the direct descendants did not have the absolute upper hand in the power struggle within the family, at least in this operation, Ricardo had made it clear that he was on the opposite side of them, although they did not understand why. If the operation is successful, of course, Ricardo's momentum will plummet, or at least he will end up with a reputation for not knowing the big picture. But what if the operation failed? As the middle-aged man said, so many people were dispatched and so many resources were used, if they couldn't pack a small ensign, then all of them could go to get a pension.

Judging from the information already available, Su did not have any unexpected abilities, but the current battle showed that he was unusually cunning.

The Major and the King Cobra Commander glanced at each other, and the Commander took off his trench coat and said coldly: "I will go and arrest him myself." ”

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, he looked at his watch and said, "Although theoretically we still have 8 hours to splurge, for now, I just want to give you an hour." Even the general of the Dark Dragoon may not be trustworthy. ”