The reason why the Night Dire was slower to come to the rescue was because it had just been tripped by the person with the ability to release the ice edge.
Ice-type abilities are the most difficult to deal with. Even among ability users, they are very powerful and rank among the top abilities. As long as there is liquid, it is his home field.
The key is that the ice power has many attack methods and is not limited to one pattern.
Not only can it perform ranged group attacks, but it can also perform precise single-target attacks. It can also defend, delay, and cover. It can be called an all-rounder.
Time goes back to one minute ago.
When Nightmare and Yeli charged towards the alley, Nightmare was spotted by the ice superpower hiding in the dark because of her larger size and slower speed.
"Boohoo!"
A gust of ice cones fell from the sky like a storm, trapping the night dire that was rushing forward tightly and airtight.
Uncle Night Dire is also really fierce. Facing countless sharp ice picks, he can't dodge or dodge, and his running movements don't even pause for a moment.
Not only that, it also exerted force on its feet, jumped up suddenly, increased its speed to the extreme, and rushed in despite the rain of ice cones.
Carry it hard! Just so steel!
The result was no surprise. The ice pick, which was as long as a palm and as sharp as a knife, with the help of gravity, instantly pricked Night Dire into a hedgehog, bleeding profusely.
But surprisingly, the Night Dire, who was stabbed like a bloody gourd, didn't jump on the street and didn't even slow down his running speed.
Night Dire continued to run with scars all over his body, and passed through the area covered by the ice cone in an instant.
"Wow~"
Following Nightmare's movements, the ice pick that had penetrated the body was immediately shattered and squeezed out, and the wounds on its body were also recovering quickly visible to the naked eye.
Since joining Du Weiguo, Uncle Nightmare has been eating and drinking all day long, pampering himself, and has accumulated a lot of ancient power in his body. At this moment, it is time to release it.
In addition, Night Dire is not an idiot who only passively takes beatings and resists damage. It is very cruel.
After crossing the range covered by the ice pick, its pair of dog eyes suddenly turned scarlet and dazzling, and it looked fiercely at a window on the street not far away.
A hundred meters away, there was a residential tube building on the street, also known as the pigeon cage. Behind a window on the eighth floor, two white Americans stood side by side.
One is short and fat, the other is tall and thin.
"Uh~"
The moment the night devil's eyes lit up with red light, the short fat man immediately groaned.
Immediately, he held his head with both hands with an expression of extreme pain, blood spurted from his nose and ears, and his body fell backwards.
The tall and thin man had quick hands and eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand to support him and asked with a frown:
"Wallace, how are you? Can you still hold on?"
Big balls of dark red blood gushed out of the short fat Wallace's mouth, and he anxiously urged:
"Turner, hurry up, take me out of here, I'm no match for it!"
Upon hearing this, the tall and thin Turner's eyes flickered, staring at the staggering Night Dire standing not far away.
He looked a little hesitant:
"Wallace, this beast is injured. If you get closer, I can freeze all its blood into ice.
At that time, not even God can save him. You know, this black dog is the primary target, worth 10 million. "
"motherfu*ker!"
Wallace leaned on Turner's shoulder and cursed vaguely:
"Turner, you idiot, you are crazy about money! If you get close to Nima, you are now within the attack range of this beast. I can't survive. When it slows down, we will both die. Hurry, run!"
Wallace gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs. Blood splattered from his mouth mixed with saliva and sprayed all over Turner's head and face.
However, Turner's expression froze and he finally came to his senses.
Although money is delicious, it must be spent with life, right?
His ice power is indeed powerful, but after all, it has a range of control.
His ice ability can control liquids within 50 meters to instantly condense into any shape, or he can control these ice weapons to fall from the sky for long-range attacks, while Night Dire is currently a hundred meters away.
Turner and the others had learned about Night Dire's abilities and information in advance. According to the information, this black dog was not only strangely fast, extremely strong, and capable of self-healing, but also had the ability to attack mentally.
Now it seems that Black Dog's mental attack range is much farther than him, and this guy can heal himself and is not afraid of physical attacks at all.
Now, Wallace, who has the ability of mental barrier, is disabled. Once the black dog recovers, he can be killed with just a thought.
At this moment, the Night Dire not far away had stabilized his figure, and even the wounds on his body were almost healed. Turner's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and the soul of the dead appeared, and he immediately gave up the idea of continuing to attack.
Not daring to hesitate any longer, Turner grabbed Wallace's neck, turned around and ran away.
Having just had a fierce fight with Humpty Dumpty Wallace in the spiritual realm, Night Dire was not unscathed.
Blood also overflowed from the corners of its mouth. It staggered and almost fell over, and had to stop.
However, Night Dire only paused for a moment, then shook the dog's head vigorously, and then regained full health, looking towards the window with red eyes again.
This is the terrible thing about self-healing skills, which automatically restore blood and have unparalleled combat endurance.
At this moment, Turner had already carried the pudgy Wallace to the opposite balcony, where a zipline had been fixed in advance and connected to the lower floor of another building.
Although Turner was thin, he was not weak at all. He was holding Wallace, who was like a dead dog, with one hand, but his movements were not slow at all.
"Boom!"
Kicking open the balcony door, Turner did not hesitate, carried Wallace, and jumped decisively.
The next second, Turner grasped the steel rope with one hand and slid down quickly. A thick layer of ice instantly formed in the palm of his hand, firmly protecting his palm.
Thanks to Fatty Wallace, the two of them weighed nearly 400 kilograms together. The gravity was considerable, and they fell as fast as a meteor.
But halfway through the slide, Turner suddenly felt the fat man in his hand tremble suddenly, and then became motionless. There was a look of horror in his eyes and his face turned pale.
A moment later, when he was about to land, a trace of sadness flashed in Turner's eyes, but he still hardened his heart and let go of his hand.
"boom!"
Wallace hit the ground hard like a puddle of mud. He died silently. He died while he was still in the air.
Turner's ability allows him to sense any liquid nearby.
He had just clearly sensed that the blood in Wallace's body suddenly stopped flowing. In other words, his heart had stopped beating.
He and Wallace have been old partners for many years, and can be regarded as life and death friends. If he can be saved, Turner will never sit idly by.
But the fat man was already dead, and he would never hesitate, delay, or force his companion's body to be taken away. It was just a pile of rotten flesh, which was meaningless.
People who lick blood from their swords all day long are indifferent and must act decisively, especially between life and death, and they will not waste time in vain.
"嚓~"
Turner's skills were quite good. When he landed on the balcony on the second floor opposite, he made a beautiful forward roll to remove the inertia and rolled into the house.
This was the escape route he had set up in advance. Outside the bedroom window of this house, there was a jeep with the engine not turned off. There was also a fully fueled speedboat on the dock 3 kilometers away.
"Turner!"
At this moment, Turner's ears suddenly heard Fatty Wallace's desperate cry.
Hearing this noise, Turner's movements froze for an instant, he stopped with eyes filled with astonishment, and subconsciously turned his head to look.
"Pfft~"
At this moment, a few thumb-thick, dark red vines shot out from outside the balcony. The sharp, awl-like tip penetrated Turner's chest extremely smoothly, and one of them penetrated him accurately. heart.
From the time Turner stopped and turned his head, it only lasted one second, but this short one second was enough for the Night Dire to catch up and kill him cleanly.
"Uh~~"
The shock in Turner's eyes was permanently frozen, and black blood poured out of his mouth.
He lowered his head and raised his arms feebly, trying in vain to cover his heart, but his arms were only halfway raised.
"Uh-huh!"
The dark red vines quickly shrank back, and Turner's vision went dark. His body lost its support and fell softly to the ground.
Two powerful ability users, fighting on the street! From birth to death, one minute before and after!
On the road not far away, Night Dire shook the recovered dog's tail, raised an extremely human sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were stern and triumphant.
The Night Dire has never been one to retaliate when it suffers a loss. It holds a grudge and works with its thief master. It will retaliate, and it must be retaliated on the spot.
Killing the fat and thin duo like chopping vegetables and melons, Nightmare stood on the spot and shook his ears, and then ran towards the alley where Ye Li fought fiercely like lightning.
"Tu tu tu tu~~"
When Night Dire arrived to the rescue in time and knocked away the black-armored man, the special "testicular end" Uzi in Lu Yan's hand roared again.
In the other windows on the eighth floor of the residential building where Turner and the others were hiding, there were several black-armored men hiding in other windows. They were the culprits who had just fired rockets and attacked the convoy.
After the rocket attack, they immediately discarded the special rocket launchers, turned around and switched to other weapons, preparing to continue the last hit.
However, just as they reappeared, they were greeted by Lu Yan's angry revenge bullets.
The strange-shaped Uzi on the left hand started a violent continuous fire mode, like a violent storm, and the carved Colt on the right hand fired single shots as accurately as a surgical scalpel.
The heads of all the men in black armor were baptized by bullets in an instant.
The black-armored men on the left, each with their goggles, had been hit by at least three rounds of 9mm Barabelle bullets. The ones on the right were luckier, each had only been hit by one round, but it was a engraved bullet specially made by the Brotherhood. .
There was no difference in the result. A total of 6 men in black armor who sneaked into the attack did not fire a single shot and were shot in the head almost at the same time.
Die in the same year, same month, same day, same minute, same second!
The men in black armor are well-equipped, they all wear full-face helmets, and even the goggles are made of bulletproof glass, which indeed has a certain bulletproof function.
Unfortunately, it can't prevent the Brotherhood's specially carved warheads, nor can it prevent three Barabelle bullets from hitting one point at the same time.
At this moment, in the dark alley.
Like a heavy tank, the Night Dire charged at the remaining black-armored men. Under its terrifying weight, the sound of cracking bones immediately sounded wherever it went.
Yeli was no less impressive, flying around like black light, its sharp claws could easily tear into pieces bulletproof goggles, and take out the eyes of a man in black armor.
Ever since Night Dire joined the battlefield, these elite black-armored men seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. Like clay and wood sculptures, they not only stopped resisting, they didn't even run. They just stood there stupidly and allowed themselves to be slaughtered.
Turn on the night dire, crowd control!
After a while, police sirens and whistles sounded one after another, but Zhao Yingnan and his party had long since disappeared without a trace.
500 nautical miles south of Hong Kong Island, on the sea near the Zhongsha Islands, there is a dark blue, huge ocean-going container freighter moored. Judging from the size, it is at least 50,000 tons.
The towering cockpit of the freighter is extremely spacious, covering an area of nearly a thousand square meters.
The back half is separated by special glass. It is filled with all kinds of advanced equipment and there are many people busy operating it. It is a combat command center.
In the center of the command room, there was a semicircular black iron table, and behind the table sat a middle-aged woman with a stern face.
He is white, very thin, with black hair, black pupils, a long face and long eyes, thin and sharp eyebrows, high and wide cheekbones, deep nasolabial folds, and his hair is tied back and combed neatly.
This woman probably didn't look bad when she was young, but now that she's older, her appearance is particularly mean. The key is that her temperament is as cold as ice, and she can repel people thousands of miles away.
"Your Excellency, Army Commander, there is an urgent call from Hong Kong Island."
An extremely capable young man wearing a dark gray uniform, blond hair and blue eyes, jogged to the round table.
He gently placed a telegram on the table. He seemed to dare not look into the woman's eyes and kept his head down the whole time.
The woman didn't look at him, lowered her eyelids, and said only one word coldly:
"read."
"yes!"
The young man's voice trembled slightly, but he still calmed down and picked up the telegram and read it word for word:
"The three Blood Skeleton teams that entered Hong Kong Island to fight this time, with a total of 18 people, have all been killed. Turner and Wallace are also currently missing and are suspected to be dead."
After the young man finished reading the telegram, he shifted his gaze slightly, glanced at the woman's face quickly, and said bravely:
"The above is the entire content of the message, Your Excellency, Legion Commander."
There was dead silence, the woman did not speak, and the young man did not dare to speak. In the entire command center, everyone held their breath, not even daring to take a breath, as if the air had condensed.
"Boom!"
I don't know how long it took, but the woman suddenly hammered the table. In fact, she didn't use much force, but because the surroundings were too quiet, the sound was particularly loud.
Everyone seemed to have been hit in the heart, and the young man who bore the brunt was even more unbearable. His whole body was shaken so hard that he almost jumped up.
"Hehehe~ Are you afraid of me?"
The woman smiled, her smile was very charming. She finally raised her eyelids and cast a playful sidelong glance at the young man.
"No, it's not."
The woman raised her eyebrows and rubbed the fingers of her left hand: "Then you just hate me?"
The young man waved his hands anxiously and explained: "How is it possible? Your Excellency, Army Commander, I respect you very much~~"
"puff!"
The young man's explanation stopped abruptly.
Suddenly there was a transparent bloody hole between his eyebrows, his eyes were full of disbelief, but the woman just raised her left hand and pointed at him with her index finger.
"Boom!"
The young man's body fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood. The woman slowly retracted her hand, glanced at his body, and said coldly:
"But I hate you very much. I hate the blond Aryan race the most."
Then the woman raised her head and glanced again. Others who were silent around them casually pointed at a white young woman with black hair and eyes sitting near the radio station:
"You, immediately send a message to Wade on Hong Kong Island. Before sunrise tomorrow morning, I want to know the detailed process of tonight's battle, and let him immediately find out the true whereabouts of Turner and the others."
The young woman was suddenly pointed at, and she suddenly started to sweat, but her reaction was not slow. She quickly suppressed her emotions and replied in a deep voice:
"Yes, Corps Commander, I will contact Mr. Wade immediately."
After saying that, she immediately turned around and put on her earphones, started operating the radio, and sent a report to Wade on Hong Kong Island.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and a white man with a beard and muscles more than 2 meters tall opened the door and walked in from the outside.
Holding a satellite phone in his hand, the strong man walked directly to the woman's desk and handed the phone to her.
"Mina, Bourne called."
The woman frowned, a trace of anger flashing in her eyes, but after thinking about it, she took the phone and slowly put it to her ear.
On the other end of the phone, Bourne's tone was not very good, unusually low, and he was obviously suppressing his anger:
"Mina, do you know what you are doing? Do you want to drag the entire Freemasonry into the water for Earl?"
The woman's name is Mina, a high-ranking member of the Freemasonry, a person with abilities, and the commander of the armed Noah's Legion directly under the Freemasonry. At the same time, she is also the biological mother of Earl the clockmaker.
The reason why Earl acted unscrupulously was not only because he was the illegitimate son of the president, but also because he relied more on his mother, Mina Vita Ascot.
Mina is a Turk from West Asia and comes from the Ascot family, a descendant of Ottoman nobles.
Her family is very powerful and actually controls the vast land of eastern Turkey, and can even influence several small surrounding countries.
Mina is violent, moody, and indifferent to life by nature. Since she awakened her supernatural powers, she has become the leader of the family's private armed forces.
Later, even the patriarch of Ascot was killed by her and replaced by her. She didn't know whether he was really crazy or fake.
Eastern Turkey is close to Jerusalem. The Mina family dominates the area and has huge influence. It is natural that the Freemasons must fight for it.
And Mina usurped the position of head of the family through bloody means, and in order to stabilize her position, she was in urgent need of strong outside help.
The two sides had the same affinity, hit it off immediately, and naturally got together.
Twenty years later, Mina completely stabilized her position as the head of the Ascot family, and also became the leader of the Noah's Legion of Freemasonry. (End of chapter)
