It was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and a truck that had been prepared for a long time quietly drove out of the scrap iron city.

I walked through the channels that had been prepared a long time ago, and I didn't have to worry about encountering the patrol team, but the truck still drove very fast, and in the middle of the night I barely dared to turn on the lights, and ran wildly on the path overgrown with weeds, and blood dripping from the body from time to time.

"Hurry, Pastor Chen will be unable to hold on."

Rao is like this, and there are still people in the car body anxiously urging.

Through the moonlight spilled in the air, you can see that inside the car body, there is a group of people who look lean but embarrassed.

There were eight or nine of them, two of them, wearing close-fitting nun battle uniforms, another wearing a priest-shaped costume, and the rest were dressed in a fierce atmosphere, and even had rows of bullets wrapped around their bodies, presumably mercenaries in the wilderness.

Originally, their firepower was enough to terrify a gathering of more than three hundred people in the wilderness.

But now they can only see that they are embarrassed and miserable.

The two men dressed in nun clothes had large patches of blood on their bodies.

On the shoulders and chest, it seems that the wounds that have not yet healed are gushing with plasma.

The priest, on the other hand, was almost disemboweled.

Two vitals had already been injected into his body, but blood was still pouring out of his chest and mouth.

"Who are you fighting against?"

The woman driving the car in front of her, wearing a silver-gray professional suit, wears rimless glasses on her face.

She wears fishnet stockings and red high heels, but she has the same temperament as a nun in the car body.

She saw the tragic situation of everyone in the car body from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but whisper: "Two mentor level, three deacon level, plus the assistance of the mercenary group and sufficient ammunition, and even prepared two bazookas, detailed plan ......"

"Completely defeated in less than an hour?"

“……”

"Five minutes!"

There was no sound in the rear car, and it was a long time before anyone spoke.

The working woman driving in front of her suddenly looked up and looked in the rearview mirror.

I saw a person wearing a battle nun's uniform with a blue face, and said, "It took an hour to set up the trap and wait." ”

"The real battle is only five minutes."

"Our original plan was to survive an hour, and even find an opportunity to eliminate the target, but it was a rout in less than five minutes, plus the time we had to withdraw from the hospital, and the time to prevent the other party from tracking us, the whole process, maybe only three minutes."

“……”

The nun driving in front of her shook her hand and almost lost control of the truck.

"How is that possible?"

At this moment in her heart, only this thought was born: "There are still such strong people in Scrap Iron City?" ”

"Not at all."

At this moment, another battle nun spoke, and the left side of her neck was still bleeding a large amount of blood, and the wound seemed to be trying to heal, but every time it was about to heal, it broke away again, and a waterfall of blood slipped into her chest.

"After all, it's the former head of the White Ghost Knights......"

She reached out and wiped her neck, only to wipe the blood on her hands, and her face was indifferent:

"The Imam once said that if he was willing to bow his head at that time, maybe he would be the Imam of the Ninth Order by now."

"But anyway."

She glanced at the surroundings, the dead and silent wilderness, as if hiding endless sneaky, one-person-high wild grass, and she didn't know what ferocious beasts or monsters were hidden in it, but she looked at such a scene, but she had a sense of security in her heart, and said in a low voice:

"We came out alive and got his recent strength data, which can also be regarded as a credit......"

“……”

"However, the mission failed......"

The professional woman driving in front of her didn't expect her to be so optimistic and reminded in a low voice.

But the nun who spoke looked at her indifferently and said:

"Do you really think that someone like the Imam would not be able to anticipate the failure of our mission?"

"Before we started this mission, he already knew the strength of the other party, and he knew our strength."

"So, no matter what the task, as long as we do our best to do it, we will definitely be able to accomplish the strategic goals of the Imam."

“……”

The other nun and the working woman driving in front of her were silent, as if they had not considered the problem from this perspective, but did not dare to refute it.

The disparity in strength is really terrifying, and they don't even feel unwilling.

Now I can only go back first and see the head of the sect......

But just as the idea arose, there was a creak, and the speeding truck suddenly stopped.

The stop was so urgent that the people in the car almost fell, and the wounds were all broken again.

"What's going on?"

They immediately became wary and looked at the woman driving in front of them.

"Front ......"

The woman in the driver's seat just sighed slightly, pointed ahead, and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

Everyone got up, narrowed their eyes, looked ahead, and then their pupils contracted violently.

The weather was a bit overcast and it was pitch black.

Even though there was a semi-circular moon overhead, it was covered by layers of haze, which also caused the light to be extremely dim, and when the truck did not turn on the lights, they could only barely see, and after a few seconds, they saw a car parked seven or eight meters ahead.

A tall, sturdy modified jeep was stuck in the middle of the rugged path, silent.

The crowd was silent for a moment, staring at the car.

The silence around was terrifying, except for the faint moonlight overhead, slightly spilling down.

Just when everyone in the car was nervous, they saw that in the car, there was a pale yellow thing sticking out, and everyone's pupils shrank sharply, only to find that it was actually a tattered little jack-o'-lantern that had been stepped on, gently swaying up and down outside the window.

"Brother and sister, you have broken the little pumpkin lantern, can you help me fix it?"

“……”

In the carriage, a man raised his voice and said as if with a hint of teasing.

Everyone looked at each other, and their hairs stood up uncontrollably: "In the middle of the night, where did the madman come from?" ”

"Smack!"

In a panic, suddenly the professional lady driving in front of her suddenly turned on the headlights.

Two pillars of light shone forward, enveloping the silent beast-like jeep in the light source for a clearer view.

At the same time, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" Why is it in our way? ”

"Why don't you have any sense of humor?"

In the jeep, a somewhat dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did everyone see that there was a young man who didn't look very old sitting in the car.

He leaned into the driver's seat, a cigarette in his mouth.

The strong light from the front of the car shined through the glass, so that people could see clearly that he was muttering, and he was slowly retracting his hand holding the lantern.

"Okay, no kidding."

He had a smile on his face, and he looked very polite:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I suspect that you have something to do with the attack on Scrap Iron City, and I would like you to ask you to come back with me to investigate."

"So, hand over your weapons and stand in line?"

“……”

Everyone in the car was in their hearts at the same time, and the professional woman who was driving narrowed her eyes: "Ouyang asked you to come?" ”

The young man in the car slowly shook his head and said with a smile: "It was the sense of justice that brought me here." ”

“……”

The man in the truck on the opposite side suddenly lost his words.

The next moment, several mercenaries in the car suddenly stood up and picked up the submachine gun automatic rifle that was still intact in their arms.

If you are sure that it is an enemy, there is nothing to say.

Jingle bell

The bullet whistled and hit the jeep solidly, grazing off the sparks.

On the front window glass of the car, countless white spots were bumped in an instant, but they were not immediately penetrated and shattered.

It's just that the huge firepower is coming, and it's still very amazing.

The head pendant hanging on the rearview mirror was so frightened that it woke up suddenly, and it kept shaking back and forth.

"Why are the people I meet so uncooperative?"

In the carriage, Wei Wei muttered helplessly, but he couldn't help but smile on his face: "There's really no way......

As he spoke, he slowly raised his palm and bit it on the tiger's mouth.

Modified Jeep's bulletproof glass can last for a while, but obviously it can't last long in such firepower.

There are already many places where there are pitted frost spots, which may break in the next moment.

However, the person on the other side, under such powerful firepower, could no longer see Wei Wei's movements in the carriage at this time.

And he took this opportunity to slowly raise the gun in his hand.

In the wound, blood gradually seeped into the body of the gun, and the body of the gun began to undergo hideous and mysterious changes.

It seems that some kind of energy is filling the gun, and the madness is brewing.

Recharge for three seconds.

Wei Wei suddenly pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun exploded with blood.

The bulletproof glass of the front window of the car, which was already overwhelmed, was shattered by Wei Wei's shot in the compartment in advance, and a demon hunting bullet model 1, with the blessing of twisted blood, suddenly flew out of the jeep, and then bombarded the truck directly.

……

……

When the gun was fired, Wei Wei didn't even aim.

Under the strong fire and fierce fire of the other party, he couldn't see the other party clearly, so he couldn't take aim.

Therefore, when he fired, he just relied on his memory to point to the direction of the truck, and then used his scarlet ability to constantly bless the bullet in the chamber, and did his best to bless the power of this bullet to the strongest degree.

With the same bullet, he couldn't even shoot a second one in three minutes.

But as this bullet burst out, a terrifying scene immediately appeared.

The blood light looked still vivid under the bright light of the other party.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the front of the truck, and then immediately blasted in, interrupting the gear of the professional woman driving in front of him, and then through the thick compartment and into the somewhat crowded truck body.

A shot broke the thigh of the mercenary who fired the shot, and grazed the ribs of a fighting nun.

Then he was held in her arms, and half of the head of the priest, who had never recovered from his injuries, was cut off.

Finally, it passed through the body and flew into the barren grass in the distance.

Like a sharp sword, it penetrated the entire car in an instant.