Fauberta was excited after hearing this, but couldn't wait to ask: "What next?"
"Then Eugene couldn't leave and found that there were really no enemies alive outside. All five cultists were dead. They were all killed at close range. The density of fire was very high, killing them all in just a few seconds. Kill, Moro is a veteran, he can tell that the person who came here is a top master." Charles said.
"Did the cultists let the enemy get closer? Or was that person their former comrade? An acquaintance? That's why he was allowed to get close so easily."
Forbet heard a man sneak up on him and kill five cultists in an instant, and his mouth opened in shock.
This is incredible!
Forbet knew that he couldn't do it himself, and he didn't believe that anyone could really do it easily, so he needed to find reasons to convince himself.
That guy must have taken advantage of some loophole to do such an exaggerated thing.
"No, that guy is too strong, just like his codename Dragon King. He is as strong as a demon dragon, and his arms are thicker than my thighs. I am like a child in front of him. No one will mistake him for a mature person. people."
Charles gestured with both hands that Long Zhan was strong, and then emphasized: "And Long Zhan wears black combat uniforms, not the kind that cultists wear, with a fine fabric cloak and a mask."
"Yes, I've heard this too. Cultists wear special clothes."
Forbet nodded, and then asked: "What weapon did the guy named Dragon King use? How did he kill five cultists without any injuries?"
Encouraged by Faubert's interest, Charles continued: "Eugene did not see the battle, but he was able to deduce it from the scene.
The Dragon King only uses a silenced weapon, a semi-automatic shotgun equipped with a clusterer and a silencer.
Perhaps he sneaked up from behind, first accurately threw grenades to stun the enemy, and then rushed out and fired at the surviving cultists at close range.
Thanks to the support of his super strong body, he can ignore the powerful recoil of the shotgun and fire shotguns at incredible speeds.
As for how the Dragon King killed more than 10 cultists downstairs, sneaking all the way from the first floor to the third floor...
Eugene had no way to imagine and speculate, because it seemed impossible to him, even if he was given a small team, he couldn't do it. "
"One person directly kills through a building? And then kills the remaining cultists in one fell swoop? Is this...really?"
Forbert was also a well-informed person and was shocked by the dragon king's exaggerated fighting power. If it weren't for the fact that Charles was an old employee of usec and would never talk nonsense, he would definitely think that Charles was talking nonsense.
"Eugene will not lie to me. The residential building at that time was full of cultists. Eugene is still alive now, which proves that this man called Dragon King really did it."
Charles pushed back on that scenario, blocking Forbert's doubts.
And the more it was proven that this thing was true, the more curious Forbet was about how the dragon war was done, and the more he wanted to know the details.
"Your second-level operator, didn't he talk to the Dragon King? About him killing a dozen cultists by himself."
"Sir...he doesn't have time for this."
Charles shrugged helplessly and explained: "There are four injured people who need immediate care, and there are dozens of cultists outside the house who will rush in at any time.
Even if Eugene could find time to talk, the Dragon King would be too busy to spare the time. "
"Too busy? What do you mean?" Forbet was confused and didn't understand.
"After the two men completed their meeting on the third floor, the Dragon King ordered Eugene to move the wounded to another room for bandaging. At the same time, he began to organize his own defense to resist the attacks of nearly a hundred cultists outside at any time."
In order to reduce the responsibility for one's own mistakes, one way is to make the enemy more powerful. This is what Charles is using.
Deliberately describing the dozens of cultists as nearly a hundred sounded more exaggerated.
"If I heard you correctly, you said that guy named Dragon King defended hundreds of cultists on his own? Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
Forbet's eyes widened.
One for a hundred?
This is modern hot weapon warfare. No matter how good a person is, he can't hold a bullet. It's not ancient hand-to-hand combat. Is this something that a human can do?
"Yes, he did do this, but to be precise, he was not alone. He also had a companion, a mysterious man named Dennis."
Charles felt that he had exaggerated a bit and quickly added something.
Forbet heard that it was two people fighting. Although he still thought it was ridiculous, he finally felt a little better. He frowned and said in surprise: "Your people are just obeying the command of the Dragon King? A stranger you met for the first time?"
"It sounds incredible, but under the circumstances, it was very reasonable."
Charles said seriously: "According to the report given to me by Eugene, I must admit that the Dragon King did arrange everything very well.
He first decisively blew up the stairwell, effectively reducing the attacker's attack paths. Then he moved the personnel to the higher-security fourth floor, set up traps with grenades, and sealed all the windows and balconies...
Wait, he has made a series of deployments. He is obviously an experienced warrior, and may even be much better than us.
Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact before me. "
"The cultists we met were interesting, and this guy who was the Dragon King was even more interesting. To hear you tell it, he sounded like an elite commando force."
Forbet himself is also a very strong person, and he is somewhat unconvinced and sour.
Charles ignored Fobert's harsh words and continued to brag about the Dragon War: "The cultists have been attacking from behind, and our guest, called the Dragon King, killed them all with grenades and close-range shooting.
According to Eugene's personal rough statistics, the total number of cultists killed or injured at the hands of this dragon king is at least 50.
It was already an army, but he was able to defeat it all by himself. It was simply abnormal. "
"I think... he has a pathological tendency to shoot at close range, which is why he kills people like crazy, don't you think?"
Fobert's tone became more and more sour, and at the same time, he became more and more convinced deep down in his heart.
For such a perverted super soldier, Forbet now feels in his heart a mixture of love and hate, mixed with a strong sense of regret.
I regretted not going out to watch the dragon battle for a while, and missed the opportunity to observe the super warrior up close.
