Crimson Comes

It was more than two o'clock in the morning, and a truck that had been prepared for a long time quietly drove out of the Scrap Iron City.

I walked through the channel that was prepared for a long time, so I didn’t have to worry about meeting people from the inspection team, but the truck still drove very fast, and I hardly dared to turn on the lights in the middle of the night. From time to time, blood dripped from the bucket.

"Come on, Pastor Chen can't hold it anymore."

Rao is so, there is still someone in the car urging anxiously.

Through the moonlight sprinkled from the sky, you can see that inside the car body is a crowd of people who look tough but are embarrassed.

There are eight or nine of them, two of them are wearing close-fitting nun battle uniforms, the other is wearing a priest-shaped costume, and the rest are sturdy and even have rows of bullets wrapped around them, it should be Mercenaries in the wilderness.

Originally, their firepower was enough to make a gathering of more than 300 people in the wilderness startle.

But now they can only see that they are embarrassed and miserable.

The two people in nun clothes had large bloodstains on their bodies.

On the shoulders and chest, it seems that there are still unhealed wounds, which are constantly pouring out blood plasma.

As for the priest, his stomach was almost pierced from the center.

Two tubes of life injection had been injected into his body, but blood was still pouring out from his chest and mouth.

"Who are you fighting with?"

The woman driving the car in front was wearing a silver-gray business suit with rimless glasses on her face.

She was wearing fishnet stockings and red high heels, but she had the same temperament as the nun in the car.

She saw in the rearview mirror the miserable condition of everyone in the truck, and couldn't help but whispered: "Two mentor-level, three deacon-level, plus the support of the mercenary regiment and sufficient ammunition, and even prepared two Bazooka only, detailed plan..."

"To be completely defeated in less than an hour?"

"…"

"five minutes!"

There was no sound in the back of the car, and after a long time, no one spoke.

The professional woman driving in front suddenly raised her head and glanced in the rearview mirror.

Seeing a man in a battle nun's uniform with a pale face, he said, "It took an hour to set up the trap and wait."

"The real fight is only five minutes."

"Our original plan was to last an hour, and even look for opportunities to eliminate the target, but it was defeated in less than five minutes, plus the time we took to withdraw from the hospital, and the time to prevent the other party from tracking, the whole process, Maybe only three minutes."

"…"

The nun driving in front shook her hands and almost lost control of the van.

"how is this possible?"

At this moment in her heart, she only had this thought: "There are still such strong people in Scrap Iron City?"

"It's not surprising at all."

At this time, another fighting nun spoke up, and the left side of her neck was still bleeding a lot of blood. The wound seemed to be trying to heal, but whenever it was about to heal, she broke away again, a waterfall like Blood slid between his chest.

"After all, he was the former leader of the White Ghost Knights..."

She reached out and wiped a handful of her neck, only to wipe the blood on her hands, her face was indifferent:

"The headmaster once said that if he was willing to bow his head at the time, perhaps he would already be the headmaster of the Ninth Religion now."

"But anyway."

She glanced around faintly, the dead wilderness seemed to hide endless sneaky, tall grass, and she didn't know what ferocious beasts or monsters were hidden in it, but when she saw such a scene, she felt a sense of security in her heart. Sense, in a low voice:

"We came out alive, and it can be considered a credit for getting his latest strength data..."

"…"

"But, the mission failed..."

The professional woman driving in front did not expect her to be so optimistic, so she reminded in a low voice.

But the nun who was speaking gave her a cold look and said:

"Do you really think that someone like the dean would not have expected the failure of our mission?"

"Before we started this mission, he already knew the strength of the other party, as well as ours."

"So, no matter what task, as long as we do our best to do it, we will definitely be able to accomplish the director's strategic goal."

"…"

The other nun and the professional woman driving in front were silent. They didn't seem to have considered the problem from this angle, but they dared not refute.

The disparity in strength is terrifying, and they don't even feel unwilling.

Now I can only go back first, and then after seeing the head of the sect...

But just when this idea came up, there was a crunch, and the speeding truck suddenly stopped.

The stop was very urgent, and the people in the car almost fell, and the wounds were all broken again.

"what happened?"

They immediately became vigilant and looked at the woman driving in front.

"Front…"

The woman in the driver's seat just took a breath, pointed to the front, and firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands.

Everyone got up, narrowed their eyes, looked forward, and then their pupils contracted violently.

The weather was a little gloomy, and the surroundings were dark.

Even if there was a semicircular moon above their heads, the light was extremely dim because of the layers of haze. When the truck did not turn on the lights, they could only barely see the objects. After a few seconds, they could see the seven in front of them. Eight meters away, a car was parked.

A tall and sturdy modified jeep was stuck in the middle of the rough road, silent.

Everyone was silent for a while, staring at the car.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, except for the dim moonlight overhead, which shone slightly.

Just when everyone in the car was nervous, they saw a light yellow thing sticking out from the car, and everyone's pupils shrank, only to realize that it was actually a tattered little jack-o-lantern that was stepped on. The outside of the window swayed slightly.

"Brother and sister, you broke the jack-o-lantern, can you help me fix it?"

"…"

In the carriage, a man picked up his voice and seemed to say with a joke.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and their hairs were standing up uncontrollably: "In the middle of the night, where is the lunatic?"

"Snapped!"

In a panic, the professional lady driving in front suddenly turned on her headlights.

Two beams of light beamed forward, shrouding the silent beast-like jeep under the light source, making it clearer.

At the same time, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

"Why don't you have any sense of humor?"

In the jeep, a somewhat dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did everyone see that a young man who looked young was sitting in the car.

He leaned on the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

The strong light from the front of the car penetrated the glass, which made it clear that he was muttering. He was slowly withdrawing the hand holding the lantern.

"Okay, no more kidding."

With a smile on his face, he also seemed very polite:

"Everyone, I suspect that you have something to do with the Scrap Iron City attack, and I want you to go back with me to investigate."

"So, hand over your weapons and stand in line?"

"…"

Everyone in the car froze at the same time, and the professional woman driving narrowed her eyes: "Ouyang asked you to come?"

The young man in the car slowly shook his head and said with a smile, "It's the sense of justice that brought me here."

"…"

The people in the truck opposite were suddenly speechless.

The next moment, a few mercenaries suddenly stood up in the carriage, holding up the submachine gun automatic rifles that were still intact in their arms.

After confirming that it is the enemy, there is nothing to say.

ding ding dong

The bullet roared and hit the jeep firmly, wiping the starting point of sparks.

Countless white spots appeared on the front window glass of the car in an instant, but they were not penetrated and shattered immediately.

It's just that the huge firepower is coming, it's still amazing.

The head pendant hanging on the rearview mirror suddenly woke up with fright and kept shaking back and forth.

"Why are the people I meet so uncooperative?"

In the carriage, Wei Wei muttered helplessly, but a smile appeared on his face: "I really can't help it..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his palm and bit it on the tiger's mouth.

Modified Jeep's bulletproof glass can last for a while, but obviously it can't last too long with such firepower.

There have been pitted frost spots in many places, which may shatter in the next moment.

On the other hand, the person on the opposite side, under such powerful firepower, could no longer see Wei Wei's movements in the carriage at this time.

And he took this opportunity to slowly raise the gun in his hand.

In the wound, bloodshot gradually seeped into the gun body, and the gun body began to undergo hideous and mysterious changes.

It seems that some kind of energy is filling the gun, brewing crazy.

Full charge for three seconds.

Wei Wei suddenly pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun exploded with blood.

The bulletproof glass of the car's front window, which was already overwhelmed, was smashed by Wei Wei's shot in the car ahead of time. A Demon Hunting Bullet Type 1, with the blessing of twisted bloodshots, suddenly flew out of the jeep, and then went straight. bombarded the truck.

…

…

When the shot was fired, Wei Wei didn't even aim.

Under the strong firelight and the fierce firepower of the opponent, he could not see the opponent clearly, and he was afraid to aim.

So when he shot, he just pointed to the direction of the truck based on memory, and then used his scarlet ability to keep blessing the bullet in the gun chamber, doing his best to use the power of this bullet to bless to the strongest level.

With the same bullet, he couldn't even fire the second one within three minutes.

But as the bullet was fired, a terrifying scene immediately appeared.

Under the bright lights of the other party, the **** light looked bright.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the truck, and immediately slammed into it. The sound of "bang" interrupted the gear of the professional woman who was driving in front of him, passed through the thick interlayer of the carriage, and rushed in. into a somewhat crowded truck bed.

A shot broke the thigh of the mercenary who fired, and grazed the waist of a fighting nun.

Then he cut off half of the head of the priest, who was held in her arms and whose injuries never recovered.

Finally, he passed through the truck and flew into the distant grass.

Like a sharp sword, it pierced through the entire car in an instant.