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Although the blood has been dried for a long time, and even in the forest full of leaves, it has long since turned into a dry and hard substance rubbed into the soil, but he, who is familiar with the smell of human blood, still smells it.

The other party did a good job of disguising it, even deliberately spilling detergent to hide the smell.

This practice, even the sharpest police dog can't smell it, but he smells it.

As soon as he raised his hand, a ninja immediately went to explore the way.

"Goo-goo! Goo!" A chirping of birds came from the villa.

This stands for safety.

The Japanese swaggered in, and he saw his men.

"Master, there are two paths. One is a lift from the garage, presumably by remote control. The other is a secret passage behind the fireplace."

The fireplace was opened, and the Japanese went in with the younger brother. It has nothing to do with any covert operation, and when I get here, I am reckless.

After descending the stairs of more than 30 steps, the front is bright for a while. The ninjas were very nervous, but the Japanese didn't care.

"You idiots, why did I act in secret before?"

"Master...Isn't it for fear of disturbing the other party?"

Then the guy got a slap in the face.

"Idiot! I'm afraid that the other party will run away. Since they don't run, then the light should pass." Raising the samurai sword in his hand, the Japanese stepped into the basement.

"Oh! I thought who it was, but it turned out to be Murakami." In the middle of the large basement over 100 square meters, Bullseye was wearing his signature blue tights and stood side by side with Erica in red tights.

"Murakami?" Erica frowned.

"One of the five fingers of the hand." Bullseye whispered.

"How does it compare to Kim Bing?"

"A little weaker. I can't beat both of them anyway..." Bullseye said without temper.

Over there, Murakami took the initiative to take three steps forward, exposing himself to the brightest light.

He has a typical Japanese appearance, a concise big flat head, small eyes, and a few not-so-clear wrinkles on his forehead. His facial features are not outstanding, it is the kind of typical look that can't be recognized in the streets of Tokyo.

It is because of the ordinary that it is easy to hide.

It's a pity that this is the United States, and the yellow race is very conspicuous.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't plan to act in secret.

Because he has absolute confidence, he can catch all the people here.

He had a victorious joking expression on his face: "Oh? Isn't this bullseye? What? After being cut open, I lost my last courage. Now I'm a babysitter?"

Bullseye's face was actually blue and red, and his mask well concealed most of his expression. Because what the other party said was the truth, he couldn't argue.

"Idiot, enjoy the next despair!" Bullseye quickly changed the subject.

"Huh? Then I really want to see and see." Murakami took a step forward, and with a slight push of his left thumb, the samurai sword had been pulled out a little from the scabbard. He is ready to draw a sword to fight.

Bullseye shrugged and stepped aside: "Your opponent is her! Miss Erica Natchez."

The scarlet tights only covered Erika's toned body, and her limbs were basically bare except for a pair of stockings.

It can be clearly seen that, except for a pair of short forks in the shape of a 'mountain', Erica has no other weapons.

The girl's aura made Murakami frown, and the lines on her forehead deepened.

"Oh?"

Soon, he knew where Erica's confidence came from.

That's absolute speed!

A weird forward lean, followed by a simple kick, Erica's whole body bounced over like a spring pulled to the bottom.

It was an oncoming person, sprinting to the ground with his body lowered to the knee height of an ordinary person standing.

The most terrifying thing was her speed, which was already very fast at the beginning, but after three steps, the speed suddenly increased exponentially.

That's not the speed a human should have!

At this moment, Murakami has determined that the opponent must have the bonus of [Super Soldier Serum].

Murakami didn't have time to think too much, the other party had already killed him, and the violent momentum was like a storm swallowing everything in an instant.

Facing this enemy who filled his field of vision in an instant, Murakami had to make hasty shots.

That is the skill of drawing a knife that has been practiced for hundreds of years.

Millions of times of tempering had already made his sword-drawing technique without the slightest flaw, and there was no extra movement.

The blade light, refined to the extreme, slashed out at a speed no less than Erica's. The attack that rips through the atmosphere carries destructive power unimaginable to mortals.

Even if Daoguang is facing a U.S. military standard Hummer Jeep, it can cut in two.

According to this situation, within one hundredth of a second, Erica's whole body would be cut in half diagonally.

Suddenly killing the opponent who is likely to be the experimental candidate is a wasteful thing, and Murakami can't care about so much.

In less than an instant, Murakami came to the smile on the other's beautiful face.

【Fake attack】!

【Erratic】!

The release of two skills in a row made Erica's figure suddenly blurred, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Originally, Murakami's heart was completely empty.

No, it's not a split.

Erica actually parried Murakami's katana with a stab on purpose.

No one expected that the slender short thorns would block the full blow of the katana sword that weighed more than five times.

If there is no Tai Chi-like leveraging force, the short thorn should be broken. Even if it is blocked miraculously, it will be knocked away by the powerful swing of the knife.

However, Murakami's samurai sword seemed to have hit an inexplicably strong steel plate, but it bounced violently.

"Impossible!" Murakami yelled in his heart.

This delicate little girl actually has arm strength no less than his! ?

After using [parry] to distract Murakami's samurai sword, the attack speed of the short stab suddenly increased again by 30%!

As if thrown into the arms of a lover, Erica rushed into the absolute distance that the samurai sword could not protect, and stabbed the unsuspecting Murakami in the chest.

And most of Murakami's field of vision suddenly changed to Erica with a confident smile.

no solution anymore.

Murakami could only bow backwards with one waist, leaning back like an iron plate bridge, and at the same time, his left hand with a metal gauntlet slammed a left uppercut, slamming into Erika's pretty face.

Erica's attack speed was faster than Murakami, who was fighting back in embarrassment.

Combining the momentum of full speed with the strength of the whole body, using the flexibility of the short thorns, and the two blows that are swung in conjunction with the shift of the body's center of gravity, can be described as a shooting star.

With the flash, the sound of tearing silk and tearing muscles, which was not harsh at all, sounded in the basement.

As a veteran powerhouse, Murakami's reaction cannot be said to be unpleasant, but he still suffered a big loss. His pectoral muscles were cut into two large holes by sharp short thorns. The opening on the left side of the heart was five centimeters deep, and a small rib had already been cut.

"Baga!" Murakami was furious!