The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Oops!"

Although Hank Evans’s speed is very fast, the Beastman’s reaction is faster. The huge claws suddenly grabbed his hand holding the knife, pinched it hard, and smashed his hand heavily against the ice wall. superior.

After smashing it twice, Hank Evans gave up, let go, and the dagger fell to the ground.

The Beastman roared, and began to growl with a deep but deafening roar, Hank Evans felt that not only his ears were deafened, but his diaphragm also vibrated.

The thing hugged him from behind, opened Hank Evans' arms, and tried to tear the fragile mortal's body in half.

Hank Evans screamed, desperate resistance far better than his own strength.

But he was going to die.

Death is in an instant—

The pain caused Hank Evans to put his hand into his mouth, drew out the needle between his teeth, and then violently pulled it out. The needle scratched his tongue and a burst of blood gushed out.

Hank Evans held a needle, pierced the back of his head, and pierced him.

The next second, the Beastman screamed and threw him out.

Hank Evans spit out a mouthful of blood from his throat after landing, while the beastman covered his eyes and flicked wildly in the cave.

A lot of liquid and dirty blood poured out of its head, and it began to howl in anger, and the echo was deafening.

Hank Evans scrambled and picked up the rifle, but the Beastman turned around and slapped him into the hole with a slap.

"Uh!"

Hank Evans slammed his shoulder against the ice wall, then leaned against the wall, and finally slid to the ground.

He felt his shoulder blades seem to have split.

The Beastman closed his blinded eyes and rushed straight to Hank Evans, with pus dripping around his eyes.

His laser gun was thrown far away, but the knife was right in front of his eyes.

Hank Evans walked to the knife, held the knife, squatted down and turned around, facing the attacker.

But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the mutant with his back to the hole exploded and was blown to both ends from his waist.

The beast that was almost split in half fell, and a large pool of steaming blood was quickly cooled.

A tall figure blocking the light appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"boss?"

"Fortunately, I installed a locator on your body, otherwise I might have to use a leather squeegee to pull you out of the cultist's toilet."

Rozim put the hot melt gun into the holster around his waist and walked into the cave.

He was wearing a bloated overcoat, behind him was a huge backpack, and a layer of ice formed on the eyepieces, and when he pulled down the breathing mask, he immediately leaked a large amount of heat.

Afterwards, the two squatted together in the ice cave and lit a piece of emergency fuel.

"I don't think you are talking. What's the matter? Is your tongue hurt?"

Hank Evans exhaled.

"It's okay, the cut is very clean, it's as cold as my knife to kill a fish."

I said so, but in fact the swollen tongue in his mouth feels as uncomfortable as a sheet is stuffed in his mouth, and even if he resists the pain and does not want to be ashamed in front of the boss, he still can’t conceal the sharp pain from the wound on his leg. .

"let me see."

Rozim went to the medical kit and opened the bag, took out the fixing clip from the inside, the clip was also frozen, but Rozim put it on the flame to thaw, and then pinched the other’s thigh with the clip The wound, and then spray disinfectant on the wound.

Afterwards, Rozim leaned against the fire to warm up for a while, threaded the suture through the needle, and handed the dagger to Hank Evans.

"Bite the handle of the knife."

Hank Evans did so, but when Rozim stitched the torn flesh together, he still did not hold back the pain and called out.

"My mother!"

"Don't yell! Lost the face of the battle group, the Astarte did not scream like you when they eat explosive bombs!"

"His—boss, when you used the health care machine last time, you were caught in the place by the metal ring. When you asked the priest Loken to untie you, you called it more than me—ah!"

Rozim pulled hard, then bit off the rope, tied the end of the thread, and applied a layer of antibacterial gel to the wound.

"Furthermore, I'll stew you up with this messy thing!"

Rozim packed his tools, then threw a piece of ice into the small pot, and set the pot on the fire.

"Boss, why are we sneaking down?"

After a while, Hank Evans took a sip of hot water, which finally relieved the tension of the day.

"Have you ever heard a word, risks and opportunities are equal."

"What opportunity?"

Perhaps because his tongue was too swollen and painful, Hank Evans spit out again.

Rozim smiled and watched the ice water in the pot boil.

"The last time we made a big deal in Armageddon, you probably forgot. In war places like this, there are treasures everywhere... Recently, I planned to open a new store in Shangchao, but that place The rent is very expensive. To be honest, you won't be able to make that money for a hundred years."

"But what should we do if we are found out? Leaving our post without permission but—"

Rozim was amused and threw some dehydrated food pieces into the bubbling pot and stirred.

"The soldiers have all gone to the ground, what positions are there? Do the dishes wash every day?"

The dried bean soup was cooked, Rozim poured the soup into two tin cups.

"And I heard that the lizard meat of Pai Shang Xing is superb. If we don't get some back to the kitchen, wouldn't it be a trip in vain?"

At this time night had come, and the gust of wind outside the cave still roared, but it seemed to increase the intensity of the scream. The two sat together in the fairly warm cave, watching the fire.

They only had four pieces of fuel left, and Rozim was carefully maintaining the fire.

"Boss, how long shall we stay here?"

Hank Evans's tongue was still swollen and his speech was slurred, so he spit out again.

"Wait for someone, if you don't stay hydrated, the wind will blow you dry after a few hours. Keep you hydrated, don't **** spit."

After drinking the soup, Rozim said to his helper:

"I squint for a while, and you will call me in five hours."

With that, he fell asleep under his cloak.

Hank Evans had no choice but to guard, enduring the pain that went deep into his bones.

It wasn't until four hours later that he slowly stood up. com and the fire has long gone out.

He moved slowly in the cave, enduring the injuries on his shoulders, legs and mouth, then squatted tremblingly and drew out the dagger, but it was not an assassination action, but was about to throw the dagger at a monster who was about to enter the cave.

It looks almost three meters wide and almost three meters wide, and it is covered in shadows.

Hank Evans wants to wake Rozim, but he is afraid of disturbing him.

Just when he suppressed his breath and raised Rozim, the thing suddenly moved!

"boss!"

"Oh!"

"Hum hum-"

After a while of confusion, Hank Evans lay on the ground with his **** cocked, his dagger almost flew to the top of the cave, and Rozim rubbed his temple and sat up, and the big guy who broke in suddenly stood and rekindled. Before the bonfire.

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