Black Steel International Grand Presentation.
Valentine shook his arm and walked slowly forward with the machete in hand. The bright white blade reflected his smiling face and eyes, shining with blood-red light under the setting sun.
Produced with love by the Black Gloves Team.
Alexander knelt down on one knee holding the sword, and blood flowed along the blade to the ground, blooming freely at his feet. Bobcat's heavy crossbow had been reduced to parts, scattered around his legs. Valeria's top was in tatters, revealing a large area of wheat-colored skin under her neck and the turbulent waves wrapped in a corset. Xing Yihuang leaned next to her, his eyes passed through the integration movement surrounding them, and fell on the Waifan behind everyone.
FARCRY3: Sunset at Buttermore.
The sun sets and the devil awakens. Lost in the ruins, with a black past, only killing can lead to new life.
Then let the blood and the sunset witness this new him.
Valentine walked to the top of a huge Originium bush, raised his hands high, and bathed in the sunshine of the new era. At his feet lies the movement of integration, his sacrifice to his new self.
He leaned forward slightly, letting gravity pull him and fall freely. The moment he landed on the head of an Integrated Movement soldier, he made an extremely weird move in mid-air to adjust himself, and rode on the soldier's neck, pressing him to the ground and holding him high at the same time. The machete in his hand.
Death comes from the sky.
Poof.
The blade of the knife penetrated deeply into the soldier's neck, and he ended his life without even saying a word. Blood spurted out from the severed artery like a fountain in Times Square.
Blood splashed onto Valentine's face. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, making an evil smile at Xing Yihuang, who had been staring at him from a distance. The next second, he completely disappeared from the spot.
As if appearing out of thin air, behind another soldier beside the first fallen soldier, Valentine wrapped his left arm tightly around his neck. The soldier straightened his legs and hands to try to break free, but to no avail, the machete penetrated his body directly. The tip of the knife came out from the soldier's chest. He pulled his eyes hard and looked at the blood-stained tip of the knife in horror. He soon stopped breathing.
Valentine is like the white god of death on the battlefield, constantly harvesting the lives of unsuspecting soldiers. In Xing Yihuang's eyes, wherever the bright silver hair appears, there will be a gorgeous line of blood.
What surprised her was that when Valentine was killing people, the soldiers were not disturbed at all and were still defenseless. This allowed his assassination to continue and be absolutely successful.
Unlimited kill streaks.
Xing Yihuang felt that she had witnessed an extremely wonderful killing art. Every time Valentine flashed, he would appear behind an enemy. Every time he swung his sword, he would take away the life of an enemy. It was absolutely quiet, even if it was... The strongest hunters she had ever seen were not as good as Valentine's killing skills at this time.
Precise, fast, quiet and deadly.
He was born to kill.
Valentine's performance didn't last long. Just when he knocked down the thirteenth enemy, the guys from the Integration Movement finally discovered something was wrong. They all turned around and leaned together, raised their weapons, and looked at the suddenly resurrected killing god in front of them.
Valentine looked at the enemy's attention mark that had turned red in his field of vision, and pulled the machete out of the heart of the soldier under him.
The soldiers of the Integration Movement took a step back. The shock of Valentin coming back to life covered in blood was too great for them, not to mention that just a moment ago, this man killed thirteen of their brothers without making any sound. .
The Avenger didn't react at all. He still held the knife behind his back and looked at Alexander in front of him. It seemed that Alexander would not move until he fell.
He just stood there quietly, neither attacking nor defending, just looking at Alexander who was half kneeling.
He is waiting for someone.
Valentin looked at the integrated movements surrounding him in front of him, stretched out his hand and put it on the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and tilted his neck, and his joints made a clicking sound. No one dared to sneak attack him, and Valentine did not make any offensive or defensive posture.
The two sides just faced off quietly.
Soon, Valentin ended the massage. He looked at the people in front of him, slowly raised his hand, and extended a middle finger.
International friendly gesture.
Valentine's lips curled up.
Everyone in the Integration Movement looked at me and I looked at you, but there was still no one who dared to go out and challenge him in a duel. Soon, a fat brother carrying a chainsaw stood up because he couldn't stand it anymore. He put on the goggles on his head, looked at Valentine in front of him, spat, and pulled the starting cord of the chainsaw.
Valentin recognized this guy, the guy who almost broke him in half. If Valeria hadn't used her shield to miss his chainsaw, I'm afraid Valentin wouldn't have had a chance to be reborn and would have died.
Now that they were facing each other again, Valentine thought it was time to have some fun.
He waved to the chainsaw man.
The chainsaw man was also very cooperative and ran over with the chainsaw in hand. Although he was fat, his speed was not slow. He ran to Valentine in a few seconds. Looking at the falling and rotating saw teeth in front of him, Valentine once again smelled the familiar smell of Originium.
Stab.
The fat brother with the chainsaw directly swung the chainsaw from Valentine's head to the soles of his feet. But there were no cheers as expected, and he even heard the screams of a soldier.
"Weird...monster! This is a monster!"
The machete in the soldier's hand fell to the ground, reflecting his trembling legs. He pointed at the enemy in front of him and was speechless. Valentine glanced at him, a flash of silver light flashed, and a flying knife plunged directly into the soldier's eyebrow.
The fat brother saw the miserable condition of the soldier. He looked back at Valentine in front of him and felt unbelievable. There were no wounds on Valentine's body, and even his clothes were in their original condition.
His chainsaw didn't even cut through Valentine's clothes.
Looking at the confused fat brother in front of him, Valentine glanced at the health bar in the corner of his vision.
Three of the four health bars were left, which meant that the saw just cut off one bar of his health.
"cut."
Valentine let out a disdainful smile.
The fat brother was angry. Has he ever received such contempt? After picking up the chainsaw, everyone was polite to him. During the battle, he was also at the front, sawing one after another, and no one could stop him.
He didn't believe it. If you can block my first saw, can you block the second saw?
Looking at the fat brother in front of him who was eager to try, Valentine took out something from his waist.
Just when the guy was about to lift the chainsaw and try again, Valentine directly stuffed a round hard thing into his mouth. The fat brother was stunned for a second, and when he took the thing out of his mouth and was about to throw it aside, he stopped.
That's a grenade.
The fat brother looked at the grenade and then at Valentine in front of him.
Valentine made a very bright smile, showing 8 teeth, very standard.
"Fuck you, why..."
A violent explosion covered the fat brother's voice, and he and the words in his heart disappeared along with the smoke and dust after the explosion.
When the dust dispersed, Fat Brother had become a pile of rotten meat that could not be seen clearly. Valentine sorted out the dirty things on his body with a calm expression on his face.
The integration movement was no longer calm, and now all of them looked at Valentine like a monster.
Only Valentine knows his current state.
His vision had turned into black and white, and the crimson light kept flashing to warn him. The health bar in the corner of the vision was empty, and now a casual attack could kill him.
The price of this coin pack is a bit high.
Valentine still did not remain a madman and returned to his original state in his heart.
"This is the original you. I thought you really turned into a madman." The system's voice echoed in Valentine's mind.
Valentine casually took out a tube of green reagent and stuck it on his arm. Seeing the blood volume restored to full, he smiled slightly.
"Madman, who knows?"
The system laughed, and the laughter continued to echo in his mental space. Valentine felt a little headache.
"You guys are really cowardly." Looking at the large number of integration movements in front of him who were afraid to step forward, Valentin started a scolding war.
The Integration Movement looked at him, but no one said anything.
Who dares? The performance of the flying knives and grenades just now has completely shocked them. What if they say more and another flying knife comes?
No one wants to die.
"Ha." Valentine sneered. "I didn't say a duel. You can go together. Why are you so nervous? Do you think there are so many of you and you can't beat me?"
It's really possible.
This is what most of the soldiers of the Integration Movement say sincerely.
Judging from the current situation, it was their best choice to take the other members of the Black Gloves team hostage, but the Avengers were standing behind them and they did not dare to go there.
An Avenger in a state of madness is as terrifying as an unkillable enemy.
Therefore, they now have two choices, either to be hacked to death by the Avengers or to be hacked to death by Valentine.
They chose the third way, hacking Valentine to death.
Five soldiers from the Integration Movement ran out from all directions and slashed at Valentine with machetes in their hands. Looking at the five people in front of him, Valentine yawned out of boredom.
If the original him encountered this situation, he would have no choice but to run away. But now that the soul lost in the rain forest is attached to his body, there is a second way besides running away.
He dodged the first person's attack and easily moved behind the enemy. As Valentine appears behind his enemy, a prompt appears in his vision.
"Use melee combat."
Valentine smiled slightly, hugged the enemy's neck very skillfully, and stabbed the machete from his kidney into his body. At the same time, the attacks of four other enemies also arrived, but to no avail.
This is the assassination state of Far Cry 3. Before the target dies, the protagonist is completely invincible.
Soon the soldier lost his temper and other attacks passed. Another reminder appeared in Valentine's vision.
"Use grenades."
He quickly took out a grenade from his waist and pulled the tab with his mouth, stuffed it into the corpse's clothes, and at the same time turned around and kicked the corpse towards the other four people.
The four enemies were knocked to the ground by the kicked bodies. Before they could stand up, the grenade exploded.
Valentine turned around, and the wave of air lifted the hem of his clothes.
A real man never looks back to see the explosion.
The price is that Valentine's health is reduced by one bar due to the close range explosion. But this was nothing to him. Valentine took out another healing potion and pricked it on his arm, and his blood volume returned to full again.
This time the system is absolutely reliable, giving him the most comprehensive capabilities of Far Cry 3, with all skills unlocked, all weapons unlocked, all equipment unlocked, and all backpacks at the highest level.
This is one of the reasons why he dares to play like this.
As for investigation... you have everything and still do investigation? All enemies are clearly visible, and all weapons can be used. Just force it on. The camera is used as a telescope to see the scenery in the later stage, and Valentine is in the late stage of the game now, and he doesn't want to look at the scenery.
For him, the most beautiful scenery at the moment was the scarlet color of the blood streaks shooting out in the sunset, which could only be achieved with the knife in his hand.
"I said, are you looking down on me too much?" Valentin wiped his hands and looked at the people in the integration movement in front of him.
There is no movement in the integrated movement.
"In that case, I'll come to find you." Valentine licked his hair and took out a SPAS12 shotgun from behind.
Click.
A red 12-gauge buckshot casing ejected from the chamber of the gun, sounding the death knell of the integration movement.
