Seeing Hannibal being knocked away, Wednesday was overjoyed. He immediately wanted to shoot again with the Holy Killer, but when he raised his hand, he realized that the Holy Killer in his hand... was missing. Then he looked up at Hannibal who fell far away, only to find that the Holy Killer was in Hannibal's hands! It turned out that Hannibal snatched the Holy Killer away the moment he was knocked away!
At this time, Hannibal also got up from the ground, and then took a bullet from his temple. The shape of the bullet was very strange, it was a silver warhead, and the warhead was not seriously deformed. If an ordinary bullet hits the target, it will immediately deform and turn into a pool, even if it is an armor-piercing bullet, but this bullet, although it has also deformed, the level of deformation is not high.
So we can also see the general situation of this warhead. The warhead is different from ordinary warheads. There are many strange and exaggerated reliefs on its bottom and surface. Making reliefs on bullets... This is the first time Kai has seen it. Maybe the inexplicable trajectory just now is the result of these reliefs...
Hannibal put away the bullet, then looked again in the direction where the bullet came from, and found that no one was there.
It seems to have retreated.
But it doesn't matter, I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple. Since they were helpers hired by the Continental Hotel, if you want to find them, just start from the Continental Hotel.
"Ha...what a surprise." Hannibal looked at Wednesday in front of him and showed a big smile, looking very happy. "I originally thought they were just a bunch of scum, but I didn't expect you to hide a lot of things. So tell me... what surprises are waiting for me?"
Hannibal turned the Holy Killer in his hand and inserted it directly into the holster on his waist. There was no holster there originally, but now it appeared.
Wednesday's face was solemn, and he realized that they knew too little about Hannibal.
"Surprise? There is always something like this!"
Then Wednesday ran into the hotel very happily without any hesitation. Hannibal did not chase him, but walked slowly into the hotel.
The commander hiding in the dark immediately notified the troops ambushing inside the hotel.
"He has entered the hotel! Everyone, prepare!"
The gunshot sounded again!
Less than five seconds after the commander finished speaking, a report from the members of the second group came through the headset: "Two people from the second group were killed."
The commander's expression changed, and he was about to say something, but immediately a voice came from the headset again: "Four people from the second group were killed."
"The team leader dies, the sniper dies." After three reports, each time taking no more than five seconds on average, six people from the second team died.
The commander frowned. Before he came, he knew how strong this guy was, but it turned out that his estimate might not be enough. He hates this. Fighting is never as simple as pointing a gun at him. Intelligence is the key to fighting! But it turned out that their intelligence was a mess.
But he couldn't blame the intelligence collectors. After all... Hannibal himself was famous for being mysterious.
"Stay steady, don't take the lead, and make more use of the terrain! Keep suppressing fire."
To deal with a being like Hannibal, it's either a trap or a trap to put him in an unavoidable situation. But the problem is, Hannibal is so elusive that no one knows where he will appear next. Even until now, they don’t know what Hannibal does. If he is so elusive, there is no need to talk about it. .
The only way left is to use human lives to build a trap like tonight. Therefore, the commander received an order that all team members could be sacrificed, including himself. This group of people tonight are all expendable pawns.
The commander has long been used to this. The reason why they are called the Scarlet Guard is not only that they will bring bloodshed to their enemies, but also to themselves.
The Scarlet Guard is the most elite combat force on the High Table. However, the Scarlet Guard is updated very quickly, because in every mission, a group of Scarlet Guards will die. Of course, the treatment of the Scarlet Guards is also the best, even so good that it can drive some people crazy.
eternal life! Of course, the premise is that you have to live until that time.
Under the cold-blooded and efficient orders of the commander there, Hannibal also felt the difference.
These people are not killers, or their style is more like soldiers, and they are very good soldiers. If I have to use a suitable adjective, it is death soldiers!
There is a limit to how many gang members there are, no matter how fierce and elite they are. If three or five out of ten people die, the remaining people will lose their level if they don't run away. Soldiers with higher discipline will be better, but there is also a critical point. If the casualties are too heavy, they will collapse.
But not these guys in front of them. Death has some effect on them, but it is far from enough to make them collapse.
"He is breaking through the gap between one group and four groups." The commander reminded again.
But as he spoke, Hannibal appeared in front of the enemy like a ghost, and the Holy Killer gun in his hand exploded. The two groups of enemies who just turned to him saw bullets flying in front of them, and subconsciously crouched down to take cover. This is a conditioned reflex developed by them in long-term operations and is not subject to the will of the commander.
It was also during this moment that Hannibal's shadow suddenly appeared ten meters away from the two of them. The member of the Scarlet Guard who was crouching and raising his gun immediately pulled the trigger and fired two short bursts. He wanted to report Hannibal's position and let others attack together, but unfortunately...
Snapped!
There was an extra hole in his right tactical eyepiece, and he fell over.
Then Hannibal moved again, and a member of the Scarlet Guard finally caught a black figure in the corner of his eye, and immediately pointed his gun at it. But although the black figure's movements were not hurried, they were not fast, just slightly faster than the muzzle of his gun. Just when the muzzle of his gun was about to catch up with the figure, the muzzle of his gun was also aimed at him.
The member of the Scarlet Guard reacted quickly. He knew there was no time to aim, so he pulled the trigger directly towards Hannibal's range.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
Hannibal looked indifferent, ignoring the bullet that was chasing him twenty centimeters behind him. He stepped forward and rushed past him, raising his hand casually.
Snapped!
The gun was fired right in front of the guy, and there was no way to hide, so he turned his head and fell to the ground.
Also at the same time, touch!
There was a slightly dull gunshot, and a bullet hit the spot where Hannibal had just been standing.
Hannibal turned to look outside the building. There were many snipers deployed outside the hotel.
Hannibal had anticipated this situation before, so he arranged for the Blood Mint to clean out the snipers. Now it seems that the Blood Mint's actions are a bit slow.
…
"Sir!"
The commander was focusing all his attention on the interior of the hotel, so he was unable to react immediately when a communication was sent from a blocking point outside the hotel.
"Sir! Team A1 reports! Team A1 reports!"
The commander didn't get through until the communication rang again.
"Speaking."
"Sir, I am the A1 team. There is a situation with the B2 team directly opposite us."
"what's the situation?"
"No shots have been fired from B2 so far! The intercom is silent!"
"What?" The commander immediately realized something was wrong and immediately contacted the B2 team. "B2! B2! Please reply!"
When no response was received, the commander immediately notified the C1 team closest to the B2 team to check it out.
"Team C1 is coming over. Something might have happened to B2. That guy Hannibal has accomplices! Find them and kill them!" When the commander spoke, he was also annoyed. They knew the existence of blood mint, but Hannibal's The sense of existence was so strong that they actually forgot about such a person!
But before he could reflect, gunshots were heard from the area where B2 was originally located, and the intercom was suddenly connected: "Captain, we were attacked. Three team members died and two were injured. Ah..."
After a scream, the intercom suddenly went silent.
The commander looked livid and grabbed the walkie-talkie to contact him directly: "A1, you are responsible for security. Why didn't you notice the attacker? Now tell me, what did you see?"
On the intercom: "A1 didn't notice it, we lost our field of vision! We can't see what's happening on the other side at all!"
"Fake!" The commander's incompetent rage could only be expressed in curse words. But something immediately made him even more angry. The intercom rang again.
"Sir! This is C2, requesting support. We are being attacked by...ah! No!"
The commander doesn't know what to do now.
So he asked the subordinates around him: "Where are the people from the mutual aid association?"
A group of subordinates looked at each other.
A subordinate said hesitantly: "Other sniper sites sent back messages before... saying that people from the mutual aid association ran away... You said you knew..."
The commander was also so angry that he forgot that he already knew about this.
"Fake! These cowards! The orders from the High Table are absolute! How dare they run away from the battlefield!"
The subordinates stopped talking. This was clearly a passing of the blame.
Of course, they agree with this.
The commander was very decisive, knowing that he had no time to deal with the sniper team now. He immediately ordered one group of four to turn on the spot to maintain the continuous output of firepower and delay Hannibal's scope of action. The second and third groups accelerated and rushed to the front to outflank them.
It has to be said that compared to the previous temporary group of killers, the level of these people is really good. Not only the quality of individual soldiers is higher, but also the cooperation is more precise and efficient. They always maintained a dispersed formation and did not give Hannibal a chance to catch them all. They just used their superior firepower to suppress his movement space.
This is the combat level of a regular team!
As a professional, Hannibal had to give them thumbs up. More than a hundred elite veteran-level militants, coupled with good cooperation, could completely crush any intruder. The kind of offensive that surged up like a tidal wave was simply not something that a normal person could withstand.
It's a pity that they are not facing ordinary people at all.
As time went on, Hannibal killed more and more people.
The Continental Hotel has a total of twenty-two floors. The first floor is the hotel lobby, and the second to fourth floors are banquet halls, restaurants, and various functional halls. From the fifth floor to the thirteenth floor, there are business suites and standard rooms. From the fourteenth floor to the seventeenth floor, there are deluxe double rooms. From there, there are luxury suites and presidential suites on the twentieth floor. The remaining two floors are not open to the public. development.
The current guests of the hotel are basically concentrated above the fifth floor, and the high-top tables arrange their guests below the fifth floor.
Hannibal has now reached the third floor, but almost all the people on the high table are dead!
The commander was sweating now and didn't know what to do.
He brought a hundred people here this time, and now... even he doesn't know how many of them are still alive.
Not too much anyway.
Just when he was at a loss, the door to the command room was opened, and three men in black robes walked in. If you look closely, you can see that their appearance is different from ordinary white people, and they look a bit like Middle Eastern Arabs, especially Their robes were basically Arab robes, but instead of the common white, they were black.
When the commander saw the three of them, he immediately saluted and bowed respectfully.
"Sir..." The commander wanted to say something in fear.
"Don't worry, the judge asked us to come here." One of the men in black robes seemed to understand the commander's fear and said very calmly.
The commander breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these three adults were because their Scarlet Guards had let them down.
"The Scarlet Guard are an important asset to the Elders and can be sacrificed, but not so wasted. The Inquisitors have left it to us to sort out the trouble."
The commander was immediately overjoyed, but on the surface he still said: "I am terrified... that I let noble people like you fight for incompetents like us. I deserve to die."
The three men in black robes didn't react much to the commander's flattery, they were used to it.
"I will ask the dependents to join the battle, and you ask the remaining Scarlet Guards to evacuate, otherwise... I can't guarantee whether there will be accidental injuries."
"yes!"
After saying that, the three men in black robes turned and left. Just before they left, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room, walking farther and farther away.
Those are the footsteps of the family members leaving!
…
On the third floor, Hannibal stood in the banquet hall. Around him, more than thirty corpses were lying down!
And these thirty dozen corpses were the result of his victory in three minutes!
This shocked the attacking Scarlet Guards, who never knew they were such weaklings. So much so that for a while, they didn't know whether they should continue to attack.
Because the man who caused all this never used his hands from beginning to end!
That's right, since arriving on the third floor, Hannibal put away the Holy Killer and released the flying knife. The dozen or so flying knives were above Hannibal's head, chasing each other like living creatures.
But this seemingly inconspicuous little blade caused more than thirty elite veterans to drink with hatred on the spot. Their limbs were broken off, and their plasma and internal organs were scattered everywhere!
Even these battle-hardened elite soldiers felt nauseated and nauseated, and their limbs were numb when they saw this scene that was like a picture of hell.
Hannibal turned a blind eye to the tragedy he had caused. He once again took steady steps towards the direction where the Scarlet Guards gathered. Listening to the faint footsteps, a member of the Scarlet Guard finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He stood up suddenly and pulled the trigger in the direction of the footsteps, roaring in the mouth, The magazine of the automatic rifle was emptied instantly.
But when the bullets were fired, he found that there was no one there.
At this moment, Hannibal had somehow walked past him, and then there was the sound of a blade cutting the air above his head, and then a stream of heat came out of his throat. When he reacted, his eyes became frightened. , threw away the rifle and covered his neck.
But that was destined to be in vain. The surging blood instantly drowned his hand, and his body fell limply to the ground, and then lost his voice.
At this time, the other members of the Scarlet Guard, as if waking up from a nightmare, panicked and pulled the trigger on Hannibal!
