"You ......" Howard turned his head slowly, his gaze seemed to be glazed, he wanted to open his eyes to see what the spy who attacked them was like, but he only felt that his vision was hazy, and there seemed to be a young man's shadow rolling in the sky in the blur, and there was a black short blade flying with the blood in his hand, like a poisonous snake core.

This was the last sight Howard saw, the carotid artery of the throat was all severed, and his tall body collapsed limply.

Originally...... Joining the army in peacetime is the same as death, Howard thought to himself.

Without the protection of stealth, Zhou Jian was completely exposed to the sight of the American soldiers, and the special forces present were all trained shooters, but in the chaotic crowd and small space, their M4 was almost useless.

A special soldier pulled out the military dagger at his waist, but before he could use it, he only felt something in front of him cut a black arc, as if swallowing the light, and then he felt himself flying, while his body was getting farther and farther out of sight, and then he fell limply......

The dagger swung like the scythe of death, the speed was extremely fast, and blood continued to burst out, when the god of death struck, a soldier instinctively used the barrel of the M4 to block the sword that was chasing life, but he only felt a light in his hand, and then looked at the M4 automatic rifle broken in two in disbelief, a dark red blood line was pulled diagonally from his neck to his chest, and his vision became more and more hazy......

......

Zhou Jian is like a chaotic Shura, his body is covered with blood, there are enemies, and there are his own, at that time, his mind was extremely dazed, he was almost subconsciously flipping, out of the sword, backstabbing, dodging, as if all these actions were out of instinct.

His movements are not pretty, they don't have the artistic inspiration of the legendary thief killer when he kills people, and if I had to describe his movements in one word, it would be ferocious.

Piercing the heart, cutting the throat, cutting the abdomen, breaking the spine, and stabbing the head...... These actions, which have been used many times by him in "Gods and Demons", have no disharmony in reality.

At that moment, he seemed to be facing the monsters of "Gods and Demons".

The soldiers in the central room fell like wheat, and a frenzied American soldier ran to a far corner and pulled the trigger in frenzy at Zhou Jian and his companions, who were shrouded in blood.

M4's tongue of fire flashed his eyes, and the target seemed to disappear, and the two companions flew out like straws because of his shot.

He was hesitating whether to stop shooting, but he clearly felt Liang Sisi's dagger cut into his heart, skill-flicker raid......

......

For half a minute, Zhou Jian stood in the central room covered in blood, looking at the blood and corpses all over the ground, he was a little disgusted, but he was not so disgusted that he wanted to vomit, maybe he had experienced several killings before and saw the scene of blood gushing out, he had begun to get used to it, but he didn't find it.

However, there was still an indescribable anger surrounding his chest, which made him feel extremely dull, which was an indescribable feeling, as if a voice was asking, is this really what I did? If the people who killed today were all extremely vicious, Zhou Jian might not have this dull feeling.

This dull feeling is not pleasant, although he knows that at this moment, it is either you who die or I live.

Maybe today he will fight his way out of the bloody road, and in the days to come, he will be exposed to more and more killing, and his path forward will be paved with blood.

Thinking of this, he didn't have disgust in his heart, and of course he didn't like it, if he really wanted to describe it, it was an extremely unreal feeling.

As if comparing the skyscrapers of Hong Kong Island to the quiet mountain village you live in is unreal, the juxtaposition of bustling but cozy metropolis life with the bloody world of carnage is equally unreal.

Zhou Jian took a deep breath, there was still a faint smell of blood in the air, he checked his wounds, there were two places, both were gunshot wounds, fortunately they were not critical, one was in the lower abdomen, Howard left, and the other was in the shoulder, left by the soldier who shot desperately.

A third of the life bar dropped, and Zhou Jian drank a small blood vial, although the blood vial replenished very little life, but it was better than nothing, and if you want to return to full life, you still have to rely on the recovery of the ghost slayer himself.

He rummaged over the body of Brown, the head of the lab, and felt for the keycard from his blood-stained white coat, the unlucky man who seemed to have died from a stray bullet.

The moment he took out the door card, Zhou Jian found that his outstretched hand was trembling.

There was a hint of irony on his mouth, it turned out that his hands had been trembling, not because of fear, but because of the tension and excitement of life and death, the death that could come at any time made his nerves all over his body in a state of extreme tension, daggers, military stabs or something, he was not afraid, but the gun made him palpitate, the previous two shots did not hit the vital point, if he shot the heart or the head, would he still be so good?

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Zhou Jian put away the Ke Door Card, and only then did he realize that there was a living person in the room - Sam.

Since he was knocked unconscious by himself, Sam has been lying on the ground motionless until now, Zhou Jian was a little hesitant at that moment, should he kill him by the way?

The secret that the ghost killer can be invisible was discovered by Howard, and the stealth technique is not only Zhou Jian's hole card, but also an inexplicable supernatural ability, and Zhou Jian has no way to want this secret to be leaked.

Could this old guy be pretending to be unconscious?

Turning over Sam's body, Zhou Jian opened Sam's eyelids, pupils will not lie, if it is a person who is in a deep coma, the pupils will not respond to light stimulation, and people who pretend to be unconscious, once their eyelids are opened, their pupils will shrink due to the sudden light stimulation.

Seeing that Sam's pupils did not change at all, Zhou Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he was reluctant to do such a multiple-choice question, he didn't like to kill innocents indiscriminately, but if it involved his own safety, he was afraid that in the end, he could only kill the killer.

Very unkindly, Sam made up for it in the back of his head, he didn't want this guy to wake up when he was about to leave.

Zhou Jian checked the carotid arteries of each corpse one by one, and his breath could be held, but the pulse could not be faked, and after making sure that no one survived except for the unconscious Sam, Zhou Jian walked to the door of the central room, and when he was about to open the sneak swipe, Zhou Jian thought of something.