"What a powerful Morgan family!" Ah Le's voice was cold with some vague disdain.

The middle-aged earl was speechless, and the other party obviously did not take the Morgan family, the top ten legendary families of the Death Conference, in his eyes.

The continuous gunfire finally came to an end, and Ah Le had already quietly evacuated the battlefield and disappeared.

The middle-aged Earl returned to the town, treated the young viscount's wounds briefly, and carried him towards the Death Conference Center. Fortunately, the middle-aged earl's healing skills were superb, and although the young viscount had lost a lot of blood, it was not fatal, and with the medical level of the death conference, his ass even had hope of recovery. Of course, the price is also extremely high.

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At this moment, Ah Le was standing not far from the other exit of the secret base, looking at the scene in the other part of the base. This not very familiar base seemed very strange today, and it was quiet inside, and there was hardly any sound. There were no guards guarding the gate, and Ah Le didn't sense the breath of the sunspot.

Ah Le could almost smell that the entire base was filled with blood-stained murderous intent . He already vaguely felt that something was wrong, what happened to Kuroko?

The trouble is finally here. Before entering the door, Ah Le inserted Xm diagonally on the ground, and then buttoned the last button on the neckline, and secretly thought in his heart, it seems that tonight, this place is destined to spill blood.

Ah Le walked calmly into the base, his steps steady and steady. With a thud, the door to the base slammed shut behind him.

Ah Le felt that several pairs of eyes fell on him, and there was more murderous aura looming over him, the latter was obviously superior in terms of concealment and strength, but what made Ah Le most vigilant were the few viscounts who could only make him feel a little pressure.

And is there still a high-level zombie that even Ah Le can't perceive? This is the answer given by Ah Le's sixth sense.

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

It was a small classroom, and the doorway was facing the corridor on the third floor, and in the doorway sat a viscount who looked to be about thirty years old, holding a dark blade in his hand. The viscount sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on the staircase, and the green tendons in his hands were already in a state of attack at any time. On the arm of his combat suit is a special mark, which is the emblem of the Morgan family. He seemed to sit a little carelessly, but in fact, the muscles in his whole body had tightened, and he could immediately block the corridor with a sword at the slightest change.

He has a headset pinned to his ear, a device that can transmit sound in a directional way, so that he can communicate with other people without worrying about revealing his whereabouts. Ah Le fell to the ground silently, walked up behind the viscount, and pinched the back of his neck, and the viscount fainted before he could make any resistance movements. Ah Le 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......"

Ah Le reached into the saber at his waist, and the cold metal aura calmed his heart a lot.

It took a minute for Ah Le to lay a small trap, and then he went out of the room, swam along the ceiling to the end of the hallway, and disappeared into a storage room.

The fainted viscount's body slowly slumped, from slow to fast, 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.

Cries of pain broke the silence of the entire building, and even the silence of the entire training base. The voice in the headphones immediately became louder, and the orders were constantly being issued for the high-level zombies to move closer to the fourth floor. The sound of messy footsteps quickly converged on the third floor, and several heavily armed viscounts rushed through the door of the storage room where Ah Le was hiding at a speed of less than 100 meters and six seconds, and rushed to the door of the classroom where the screaming sound came from in a few steps.

Looking at the viscount who had fainted on the ground, several viscounts were stunned and a little at a loss. One of the viscounts wears a Morgan-developed goggle on his right eye, which not only provides multiple gaze modes, but also transmits the current scene to the field commander. The commander asked the viscount to check on the condition of the fallen viscount, and there was a moment of silence in the tactical headset when it was determined that he was stunned, before the commander's order to disperse the search was heard.

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

Several experienced viscounts searched it, but they didn't find any trace of Ah Le, and there was no response on the infrared sensor. After the initial rush, these high-level zombies began to carefully search every room and every corner. These zombies who have experienced many wars know that humans who can deceive infrared sensors are difficult guys, and maybe in one shot, they will die at the hands of these killers.

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

The blood is hot and flowing. The corner of the viscount's eyes twitched, and he looked in the direction where the blood was flowing, and saw a storage room a meter away, blood still gurgling out from under the door. This was an experienced viscount, and when his eyes fell on the door of the storage room, the muzzle of the blood gas gun in his hand was also pointed at the door.

Of course, it is impossible for such a thin door to block the fire of the blood gas gun. The viscount didn't remember that someone in his detachment was deployed in this position, of course, if it was a member of the family headquarters, it would not be surprising, the capable people were not something they could command, and even the flow of information was one-way. These members have access to their full dynamics, while these viscounts have no knowledge of the direct members of the Morgan family.

When he grasped the doorknob, the viscount felt that his palms were covered with sweat, and the waterproof and breathable military boots were completely affected by the blood, but he felt that the warm blood seemed to have spilled onto his instep, making his chest feel tight. He had killed many humans on the battlefield, and although he didn't have an exact number, it would never be less than forty, but even the first time he went to the battlefield was never as nervous as he was now.

The door to the storage room was slowly pulled open.

The Viscount shuddered, and even though the muzzle of the gun was pointed behind the door, he still had the illusion that someone would come at him at any moment and slit his neck with his saber, as he had done so many times. And when the man pounced, the viscount was strangely convinced that he certainly had no ability to resist or even dodge, and could only watch as he sliced his own neck.

The door was completely open, and the Viscount'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 Viscount of Glory, his eyes wide open and staring blankly at the ceiling. The experienced Viscount could already tell from the dilated pupils that this Viscount of Glory was dead.

The Viscount, accustomed to seeing blood, subconsciously avoided his completely sliced throat and looked at his corpse. The Viscount could not identify the Viscount of Glory, 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 could not be imagined by their appearance alone, and he could not see what was missing, so he had no way of understanding Ah Le's abilities.

He froze, focused the special lenses on the man's face, and pressed the call switch on the frame. Several screens hung in a war room on the top floor of the main building, and as soon as the man's face appeared on the screen, several shocked whispers rang out in the war room.

"Rambo is dead?"

The war room is large enough to accommodate more than 100 people to discuss tactics at the same time. In front of the long table in the middle of the conference sat a middle-aged man with a majestic face, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Hearing the commotion in the room, he opened his eyes, looked at the man's face frozen on the largest screen, and calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

One of the counts, standing at the long table of the conference, bent down and said respectfully, "His name is Rambo, and he is one of the direct members of the family. Now that he's dead, it seems that the intruder did it. ”

The middle-aged man didn't care about the fate of this glorious viscount named Rambo, he frowned and said, "Inform me, if you meet an intruder, you will be killed!"

"Yes!" replied the Count forcefully, and then conveyed the order. In front of the makeshift console, the three tactical commanders stared at the screens in front of them, ranging from a few to a dozen images, and broke down the orders of the adults and conveyed them to the high-ranking earls on the front line one by one. Another commander just gave a few simple commands to the tactical computer on his wrist, and then looked at the six tactical displays hanging in the air with a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man looked at his watch, frowned, and asked, "What about that old fellow in Fez? Why hasn't he been there?"

The Earl hesitated a little, but when he saw the middle-aged man's eyes waiting for an answer, he became a little impatient, and had to reply stubbornly: "Lord Fez just replied to the message, saying that there was some trouble on the way, and it will be there 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!" After all, Fez's status and strength were not much different from him. He was just curious, what else could be there that could make Fez's trouble?