Two hours is not a short time. However, if you only have two hours left to live, then every minute and every second becomes extremely precious.
After living to this age, Yaodao thought that he had given up everything. Those thoughts that I once had are no longer so stubborn as I get older.
Life is, after all, just a one-way journey.
Every adult has to pay the price for the choices he has made.
He was like this, and so were those who died many years ago.
Do you regret it? Maybe.
To investigate the reasons, we must ask why? Does that really make sense anymore?
Walking into the heavy rain, the body returned to its peak again. It seemed that every muscle and every cell was screaming for life. This body that had been tempered for thousands of years still possessed amazing killing power.
In countless battles between life and death, he finally lived to this day.
Sure enough, Qishalou's medicine never disappoints them. Yaodao knew how serious his injuries were, and he could easily be subdued by a simple electric grid in the hands of a trash who was not even a second-rate master.
He really can no longer keep up with this era.
It is a defective product.
As for defective products, there is naturally no need to continue to exist.
Before coming, Qinglong and Yaodao met.
Even with that man's pride, he chose to partially prosthetize his body in order to obtain stronger strength and a longer lifespan, but Yaodao refused. His instinctive disgust combines the human body with machinery, turning it into something neither human nor ghost.
Even though his body has begun to decline, he still cherishes all human feelings.
However, he still had some things to do before dying. That was the grudge between him and Chen Shiyuan.
"breathe."
With gentle steps, his body was floating in the wind like catkins. On the road he walked, he left corpses on the ground.
These corpses that have not yet cooled down add an inconspicuous bright red color to the surrounding rainwater. If you follow the traces of the water, you will see that on their pale faces, their eyes are wide open, full of confusion and dissatisfaction. untie.
The speed of death was beyond their imagination. After drinking blood, the demon sword exuded a strong evil aura that spread in the heavy rain.
A thunderbolt suddenly struck not far away, and under the sparkle of lightning, those dead-looking faces looked particularly ferocious and strange.
Wu Ming pulled Maomao and did not rush forward. As a veteran, he knew that the three of them were in a desperate situation and would be in great danger.
For example, the man in front of him who was similar in age had an inconspicuous blood line left on his neck by the demon knife. He stared straight ahead with a pair of tiger eyes. In addition to pain and anger, there was also a nameless sadness left on his face. .
"Such a wound, so cruel and sharp!"
Maomao went up to check it out and said with emotion: "The killers of Qishalou are indeed extraordinary, especially the killer who can be called the Twelve Yuanchen. His swordsmanship is vicious and sharp, far surpassing that of ordinary masters. Such This killing style can only be accomplished by the best assassins! Thirteen people who were ambushed nearby were all killed by this man's sword."
After a pause, Maomao turned his head, looked at Wu Ming, and asked, "Brother Wu, what should we do?"
Wu Ming scratched his head, his face full of helplessness, "What else can we do? Let's wait and see. We've already come, and if we don't do anything, we can't make it right. However, let these fools who have been blinded by money It doesn’t matter if you go first, even if you kill a pig, it will make those three killing gods consume some energy."
The profession of hunter is actually somewhat similar to foreign mercenaries. However, the barrier to entry is much lower.
At the same time, in order to ensure the activity of this profession, not only are the benefits very generous, but there are also a large number of incentive mechanisms, such as bonuses and point promotions, and open permissions. At the same time, there is also a very strict elimination system.
If you just want to get benefits but don't complete the task, your points will be wiped out soon, you will be eliminated, and you will never be hired again.
Every year, although a large number of new people enter, there are also a lot of people eliminated. If you want to avoid being eliminated, you can only continue to complete tasks and earn points.
It's just that it's very difficult to obtain points, and it's certainly even more difficult to upgrade to a higher level hunter.
Veterans like Wu Ming have spent many years of hard work to achieve their current status. He is a C-level hunter, and he is also a senior member of the ranks.
However, if a low-level hunter is lucky enough to complete a high-level mission, he will gain greater benefits. It can even make low-level hunters jump up and level up quickly.
This time, it was a mission to round up and kill three top killers in the Seven Kills Building. Among the hunters, Wu Ming discovered many new faces.
Among these people, there are many young people who want to reach the sky in one step.
After receiving organizational training and undergoing all-round training, some of these young people will definitely stand out. Otherwise, why are some records within the organization being broken again and again?
Being confident, blind, unable to recognize the strength of your opponent, and unable to figure out your own actual position will often cost you your life.
Wu Ming is very stable.
He decisively pulled Maomao and decided to stay away from the battlefield.
escape? Of course it's impossible.
For such a dangerous opponent, the best option is of course to stay away and use long-range weapons to provide fire support.
Although Wu Ming is not a marksman, he has equipment.
The new laser combat rifle equipped with intelligent AI support can hit wherever it is pointed, and it is impossible to accidentally injure one's own people.
The rain continued to pour down.
Hitting the blue masonry, countless small water droplets splashed up, forming a thin layer of mist, covering the figures rushing back and forth in the heavy rain.
The silent killing continued, and the battlefield where the two sides fought further expanded, covering a large area of the city.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the dazzling electric light illuminated the originally dark surroundings.
The three killers were like three sharp knives, thrusting into the crowd. At the end point pointed by the sharp knife, a vague figure holding an umbrella was hidden in the thin mist.
Chen Shiyuan, silently waiting for a result.
Beside him, there was a large shadow. A tall man with a sallow face was assigned by his superiors to protect his safety.
Thunder rolled, and as the enemy approached, the man took off his gray coat, revealing his muscular chest. The rainwater slid down his broad back, and several frightening old scars, like centipedes, hovered around his vitals.
These ferocious wounds made Chen Shiyuan slightly moved. Although they had healed for many years, looking at the terrible wounds close to the vital parts, one could imagine how thrilling and dangerous this once was.
After taking ten steps forward, the man's expression became more solemn.
Finally, he saw the enemy dozens of meters away.
A white-haired old man who looked like a madman.
No one could stop the long knife he wielded in his hand. Every step forward, blood was spilled.
The sword technique that has reached the state of perfection is like a horse flying in the sky and an antelope hanging its horns, without wasting a single bit of effort, reaping life like a gentle breeze and drizzle.
Like a real god of death, he brings despairing death to his surroundings.
The small courtyard where Chen Shiyuan is located is not large. There was only a distance of twenty meters from the door to the eaves where he stood.
Ignoring the concentrated murderous intent in front of him, the middle-aged man holding an umbrella to avoid the rain turned his gaze to the ground.
The water and raindrops colliding on the bluestone slabs of the town created countless small waves. If someone steps on the water, they will definitely feel the extremely soft touch, and the skin will touch the tiny splashes of water.
Suddenly I remembered that in my memory, in the heavy rain, the mist was rolling, and there were naughty children running unscrupulously.
He has many enemies.
Being able to sit in this position not only relies on his good background and outstanding abilities, but also because he is obedient enough and can perfectly execute the orders assigned by his superiors.
Of course, it is impossible for every one of these commands to be correct. There are also some that have obvious fallacies or flaws.
However, those are not important to Chen Shiyuan. In his eyes, it was just a reasonable sacrifice.
His position represents not only his own will, but also the will of a large number of people. In order to protect the interests of the majority of people, it is worthwhile to sacrifice a small number of people.
This is his world view and values.
From the moment he saw the information about Demon Sword, he remembered his once honest and honest senior brother.
However, time cannot be turned back, and the years will never come back.
The two made different choices and eventually took different paths.
That time, Chen Shiyuan did not kill them all, thinking that his senior brother was the master's only bloodline, so he let him live.
I just didn't expect that after my senior brother left Country R, he joined an internationally renowned killer organization by chance. He also became the killer instructor of Qishalou, and taught a large number of super killers with extraordinary skills.
The level of martial arts has reached a level that he could not even imagine. His strength has already surpassed that of his former junior brother.
If time could go back, Chen Shiyuan knew that he would make the same choice. Will still choose to let him go.
However, this time, he couldn't let go. Because orders have been given from above.
The Qishalou and Dawn Organization will be completely eliminated in the entire Z country!
"Are you sure?"
The sound of slashing was getting closer and closer, and Chen Shiyuan asked the man standing attentively in front of him.
"Seventy percent."
The yellow-faced man doesn't like rainy days, he hates the feeling of humidity.
Because no matter how particular he is, no matter how careful he is, the splashing water and rolling mist on the ground will inevitably wet his trousers.
This kind of trouble is inevitable.
Just like people, they will always die. This is the law of nature.
The difference is that people can do a lot.
The raindrops dripped down his strong chest. The raindrops hit him hard, but like a sponge, they were firmly absorbed on the surface of his skin and quickly formed a thin film of water.
After regaining his composure, the man stood there, silent and motionless. The rising water mist couldn't even get close to his skin, so it gathered into water droplets and fell again.
This is incredible power!
This person is actually a master of the Earth Ranking who has trained his strength throughout his whole body, reaching his teeth, tongue, nails, and hair!
His level of martial arts has reached a terrifying level where he cannot add a feather or a mosquito can fall.
