The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Next to the grocery store window, Max and the blonde woman lay down by the window watching the fight outside, while Tom was crouched on Max's head at the moment.

"Max, who the hell is he?" asked Emma in a low voice.

"You asked Lance... He's a real hero! Max's tone was full of admiration and pride, and she looked at the sturdy figure outside the window and said to herself: "Emma, with him, we can definitely go home, we can definitely go!"

Emma, who was also intently staring, stared at the scene outside the grocery store, the man was like a killing god in the rain curtain, rampaging in the storm, and the invincible appearance was deeply reflected in her mind, and her eyes gradually began to be confused.

Tom, who was crouching above Max's head, noticed her change, and secretly said that it was not good, and this product gained another fan!

In this storm, the magic sword in Lance's hand continued to swing, unpredictable, and everywhere he passed, blood splashed, and stump and broken arms were scattered in the rain.

“mother fucker！ He's a pervert! Jason cursed through gritted teeth.

They have already paid such a price, but Lance is like a tireless machine, constantly wielding the sword in his hand, constantly slaughtering his own countrymen.

An Albanian saw the opportunity to raise the mace in his hand and smash it towards Lance, but before he could get close to Reims for a meter, he was cut by the Kaos Demon Sword, and his body fell stiffly to the ground, losing his life.

Even under heavy rain, Lance's speed was still very fast, and his every movement seemed to cross space.

Before everyone could react, the magic sword in his hand had already swung out again, directly cutting off the head of another Albanian holding a spear, and blood gushed out instantly.

His eyes were still indifferent, and his killing intent boiled: "Then now... Who will die here?

Lance's tone was like a demon, and it still sounded in everyone's ears in this noisy rain curtain, and everyone felt the strong killing intent.

Just as he was about to attack again, his footsteps suddenly stopped, he noticed a strange sound, fixed his eyes, and there were actually three open-top jeeps driving in the distance?

Behind the car stood two strong men armed with heavy machine guns, and their muzzles were aimed in the direction of Reims, apparently supported by Albanians.

This is a fucking foul, right?

Doesn't it say that good cold weapons cut each other?

How did you get a few machine guns?

Or M249?

Under these people armed with machine guns, there are tons of ammunition chains and ammunition boxes, and this firepower is fucking enough to fight a small battle!

Lance looked at the Jeep speeding from the opposite side, looking a little helpless. No, you can't let them strafe themselves, they can withstand it, but Max in the grocery store behind can't.

Even if he strangled those who had been drugged before, he had never been too far from the grocery store in order to avoid the other party raiding the two inside.

Thinking of this, Lance immediately decided to take the initiative, and the situation must be in his own hands! The muscles of his body instantly tightened, and after his knees were slightly bent, his body rushed out like an arrow off the string.

At this moment, Lance seemed to turn into a missile, streaked through a straight line in the storm, and by the time he reappeared, he had already arrived at the nearest jeep.

"Whoops!"

Lance easily split the jeep into several pieces with his sword in his hand, and the driver and the man with the weapon died under his sword before he could react.

At this time, his keen ears suddenly heard a voice, huh? It seems that something is wrong, something is familiar.

"Drip!"

Groove! Car bombs? Only then did Lance remember that it was the sound of explosives about to explode.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the flames burst into the sky, illuminating the entire rain curtain, and Lance's figure was directly involved in it.

"Hahaha! He's dead! He's finally dead!

Jason, who saw this picture, suddenly laughed excitedly, he did not expect that Lance, the freak, was actually killed by a bomb in the car.

They finally won!

The battle was finally over, and at this moment Jason felt extremely refreshed, and even felt that he was about to climax, as long as he died, all the sacrifices were worth it.

His eyes were red and his whole body was trembling. He saw his achievements, saw his glory, saw his glory!

"You guys, it's really annoying."

A familiar voice made Jason, who was laughing madly, stop abruptly.

He looked up in amazement and found that the man who should have been killed had come out with a burning flame on his body at this time.

Lance's clothes were burned to pieces, and the fire-lit Kaos in his hand was like a devil who had just crawled out of hell.

"How is it possible!"

Jason shook his head in disbelief, he didn't believe that the man in front of him was not dead, he didn't believe that all this was true.

"Tap-da!"

While he was still in shock, the gunmen in the jeep opened fire.

Bullets poured in like locusts, but Lance reacted faster, and his figure disappeared in place, leaving only fragments of shattered clothes floating to the ground.

When he reappeared, he was already next to the second car, grabbed the side bumper with one hand and threw it at the other jeep.

"Boom!"

The explosion rose again, the two cars fell into flames, Lance scanned a circle of more than a dozen Albanians who were still remnants, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he flicked the magic sword in his hand, and Lance no longer kept his hand.

In an instant, he came to Jason's side, raised his hand, and the sharp sword head pierced his chest silkily.

When he reacted, there was no figure except for the pain in his chest, Jason's pupils contracted violently, he didn't expect Lance to come to his side so quickly, and he couldn't even dodge.

Covering his chest with his hands, he stood a little unsteadily, his breathing began to be rapid, and the gradually smaller rain mixed with the blood on his chest dripped to the ground, like a bright blood flower.

His legs fell limply to the ground, and Jason, who lowered his head, was as white as paper, his body twitched violently, and his lips were constantly trembling, he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do anything.

He struggled to look up to find Lance's figure, but suddenly found that there was only one person still standing in the entire clearing, that person still holding the weapon in his hand, as if sensing his gaze, he turned to look at himself a few times and then walked to the grocery store without looking back.

Yes...... His back is getting more and more blurred, no, is my consciousness beginning to gradually dissipate?

Jason's head began to buzz, he wanted to shout something, but there was no way to make a sound, it turned out... Once again, I failed.

At this time, the sky is clear.