The fiery red flames expanded violently outward like a blooming lotus, licking the air wantonly.
The surging hot air lifted the hem of Kaxiu's clothes, and his golden hair spread to both sides, revealing the cross-shaped indentation on his smooth forehead. At the side, Feng Liusi raised his left hand slightly, and two red fingers pinched a piece of explosive iron.
It was obviously the metal parts that were blown away just now.
Both of them quickly avoided the rocket.
In fact, this level of attack did not have the power to kill Kashu Fenglius. However, it would also cause serious injuries, so he would naturally avoid it if he could.
The fighters in the secret martial arts world are at the "B" level in the Black Agency's classification, which is similar to the level of thermal weapon rockets.
If a master fighter tries to resist, he will definitely get hurt.
This group of killers of unknown origin actually took out this kind of weapon, but unfortunately they fell short of their plan to trick Kaxiu and the others.
Long-range threats can be easily detected by the keen senses of a master fighter. The vision and hearing of a martial artist of this level are far superior to those of ordinary people, and sometimes they can detect threats from a distance of a hundred meters.
It is completely possible to dodge when the rocket is launched.
Easily escape the explosion range.
Only when they suddenly attack at very close range can they cause harm to the fighter with hot weapons. However, if the distance is close enough, the fighter will also have a keen sense of danger. Aura and spirit are the products of essence, energy and spirit, and they have their own strange effects.
Even if it is not released, it is gathered in the body. It can keep alert at all times and detect some danger. It is like the sixth sense and the seventh sense, which is very strange and wonderful.
All in all, it is difficult to target a fighter, unless a large group of people bombard him with rockets, directly covering the area.
Or beyond-visual-range strikes, anti-material sniper rifles, etc.
Or it could be a fair duel, with a superb master of the same "B" rank fighting a hostile fighter head-on.
Otherwise, it can generally only serve as a harassment or obstruction.
Next to the blazing metal fireball, Kaxiu and Feng Liusi looked at each other, and the next second they rushed forward. The whole person almost turned into a black cheetah on the road, and every time his footsteps hit the ground, his figure would leap like a flash.
He took one step to cover more than ten meters, and the wind whistled past his ears.
"Not dead? Hurry up and use the heavy machine guns!"
A sharp-eyed person in the blue car shouted loudly.
Suddenly, the glass of the rear window of the car was shattered. A heavy black gun with a metallic sheen was mounted on the rear cover of the car. The gun was thick and had ferocious edges and corners, with a thick bullet belt on the side. The tip of the bullet was brass-colored.
The gunman took aim and pulled the trigger.
“Thump, thump, thump! thump, thump, thump!”
A dull shooting sound different from that of ordinary guns was heard.
Suddenly they formed a new piece on the empty road.
More than a dozen bullets were fired per second, and 11.5mm caliber killing weapons formed a whole barrage in the air.
In front of it, the fragile flesh and blood is just a pool of mud.
Even if you wear several layers of bulletproof clothing or iron armor, it is useless if you are hit by bullets continuously. Most ordinary people will die on the spot, and low-level secret warriors are also afraid of it.
But, the heavy machine gun used to be able to threaten Kashu who had not yet reached the level of a fighter. Now, it is far from being able to do so...
The metal bullets hit the seemingly delicate and fair skin, but it was like hitting an alloy of extremely hardness.
Only small white dots could be left, making a clanging sound of metal collision. Kashu B (45)'s defense was no joke, it was almost twice that of a normal veteran fighter! He forced his way forward in the golden sparks.
"Damn it! It's useless. The heavy machine gun is totally useless!"
In the back seat, the gunman, who was firing wildly with the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, cursed as he trembled due to the strong recoil.
"He's catching up with us! Bill, fire another bazooka! This is the only one that will work on him!" someone in the car shouted.
"Everyone in Group A is dead, but what about the people in Group C?!"
Amidst a burst of abuse, two grenades were thrown from the window to the rear, spinning in the air and flying towards Kaxiu.
With a bang, he raised his hand and fanned the grenade away, exploding it.
The explosion of fragments at close range did not have any significant effect, only leaving some blackening on the edge of Kaxiu's palm.
After a few breaths, the charred black turned back to white.
"Grenades are useless against him. Where are the people in Group C?! They have a rocket launcher there, they can cover each other..."
"Is Bill ready? Give him another one from behind!"
"Drive more steadily..."
The "B" group members in the blue car all sounded anxious and scared. They felt like they were being chased by a monster.
"I'll do it."
A man appeared in the rear window carrying a bazooka.
He aimed at Kaxiu without hesitation and fired directly.
The shells spewed flames and were fired wildly. There was a loud bang from behind, and a ball of fire exploded on the ground.
The fireball rose up, blocking the vision of several people.
The machine gunner looked back solemnly and expectantly. The man named Bill breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the rocket launcher.
Suddenly a black shadow jumped out from the flames.
The speed is as fast as a cannonball.
Bill looked at the sharp face as cold as steel that suddenly appeared in front of him, and two words popped up in his mind: It's over!
winter!
!
The fist hit the rear cover of the car like a meteorite. The huge force roared, like a steamroller weighing more than ten tons pressing down. As expected, the iron cover twisted, dented and collapsed, causing the entire car to lose balance.
The two front wheels of the blue vehicle were lifted into the air, and the rear of the car was pressed hard against the concrete ground, creating a spark of flame due to friction.
The car, which was moving at high speed, stopped instantly.
The machine gunner clung to the edge to prevent himself from falling into the hole. He barely raised his head and saw a pair of scarlet eyes, with a blood vulture growing bigger and bigger in them.
“Ahhhh!”
At a glance, the gunman's spirit was completely crushed. The fighter's spirit is a crushing blow to ordinary people.
Although Kaxiu had never practiced any psychological suggestion or hypnosis, now he could make anyone on the street collapse in fear just by looking at them.
It’s like the life shock that comes with dark creatures.
"Who sent you?"
Kaxiu held onto the underside of the vehicle with one hand and used the other hand to drill into the metal sheet above like an electric drill. He asked the gunman.
"Yes... yes... yes... Lord Black Peacock..."
The gunman cried bitterly while speaking. He seemed to have a hallucination at this moment, feeling that he was wrapped in a blood-red world, and everywhere was filled with a thick and terrifying bloody fog. At the top of the fog, a high and mighty being asked. Every word was shocking to the heart.
"Who is Black Peacock?" Kaxiu continued to ask.
"It's the door... Bang!"
Suddenly there was an explosion in the car. It turned out that someone knew the mission had failed, so he pulled out a grenade and planned to commit suicide.
Due to the narrow vehicle body, the grenade exploded at close range, killing all members of Group B, including the gunner.
Kaxiu's face darkened as he smashed the entire car down. The car shook violently on the ground, and the metal structure groaned in a way that made one's teeth ache. The gunman's body slid down through the hole and fell to the ground.
There were four black and green grenades hanging around his waist.
When Feng Liusi arrived in San Fennan's car, he saw Kaxiu leaning against the blue car, playing with a grenade in his hand. His clothes were badly damaged, and the torn hem of his coat was constantly blown by the wind, outlining a slightly thin figure.
"How is it? What's the situation?" Feng Lius asked.
He did not chase after him with Kaxiu, so a few ordinary human gunmen naturally could not pose any fatal threat to him.
"It should be someone from the Gate Organization." Kaxiu replied.
There was no trace of any dark creatures left on these people, so they couldn't be members of the Blood Spirit Society. The gunman who had just had a mental breakdown also said it was a door, although the whole sentence was interrupted.
"They also mentioned something called Black Peacock, and the person behind him was called 'Sir'. I'm afraid he must be someone of high status in the sect..."
Kaxiu weighed the grenade and spoke slowly.
"Black Peacock? I know this person. Ever since the defeat ten years ago, I have been asking the Blood Eagle Organization to keep an eye on the movements of the Gate Organization and have collected some intelligence. Black Peacock, like the Blade Demon Jialuo Luo, is also a core member of the Gate Organization."
There was a look of reminiscence in Feng Liusi's eyes.
"This person is most likely a master. He appeared in the eastern part of the Red Lebanese Federation five years ago. He participated in an extremely dangerous supernatural event and became one of the few winners who survived. I personally predict that he has at least the strength of a fighter..."
"As for whether he is at the level of a veteran fighter or the level of Sword Demon Garoro, I'm not sure. According to my opinion, he should be a little weaker than Sword Demon Garoro. After all, Garoro is known for his lethality and offensiveness, and his combat power is top-notch..."
Feng Liusi made a simple analysis and finally locked the Black Peacock's strength at the stage of veteran fighter to the sword demon Jialuo Luo.
"The sect has sent more than one core member to Donghai County. It seems that there are some things in the Tulip Antique Exhibition that particularly attract them! Hehehe... I won't let them get what they want..."
He suddenly laughed, his eyes narrowed, and I don't know what he was thinking about. The few of them briefly exchanged ideas for a while.
Then he got on the Huanmeng car owned by San Fennan.
Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would have to "borrow" a car again.
The car moved forward slowly, and Kaxiu, who was sitting by the window, was still playing with grenades. When the car passed the wrecked blue car, four grenades with the pins unplugged were thrown over.
In the car, a dead body with a bloody face suddenly came to life, staring at the four grenades in his arms with wide eyes.
He left behind a sad last word at the last second.
"Damn, where are the people from Group C!
!”
The black car moved forward like a long streamlined fish swimming in the water. Suddenly, four consecutive explosions were heard behind him.
Because they are too close, it seems as if the four are connected as one.
With a bang, Kaxiu glanced slightly behind him.
I saw a car wreckage burning like a fireball.
In the red flames that blocked my vision, a hand seemed to be struggling. In the high temperature, it gradually turned into a withered charcoal color.
Two minutes later.
The black Huanmeng car moved forward and soon passed a car driving slowly on the side of the road. After a while, until the back of the Huanmeng car disappeared, the slow-moving car stopped and gradually leaned against the side of the road.
The car window rolled down slowly, revealing four sweaty men inside. They looked nervous and uneasy.
He looked forward from time to time, as if he was afraid of something.
A breeze blew by, and they felt a little cooler. The uneasiness in their hearts also disappeared as the Huanmeng car drove away.
"Team leader, the people in Group A and Group B have probably been killed by the target...what should we do next?" The man in the passenger seat took a few deep breaths and asked in a relaxed manner.
"What to do? Of course, go back. Mission failed."
The bald man in the driver's seat said unhappily.
"Ah? We abandoned Group A and Group B, and didn't cause any harm to the mission target. Shouldn't we just go back?"
The man in the passenger seat opened his mouth.
"Can you talk?" The bald man slapped the man on the head. "What do you mean we abandon Group A and Group B? This is called a strategic retreat! Didn't you see how fierce they are? They wiped out Group A with one move and overturned the entire car! Damn it, the bazooka didn't even work! Are we going to die if we go up there?"
He glanced fiercely at the members in the car: "Faced with this situation, I believe the brothers in Group A and Group B will understand us. The mission goal and the intelligence are very different. Group A was killed in seconds, and Group B was also entangled and couldn't escape."
"My brothers must also hope that we, the only one left, can survive and pass on information. We cannot let them down..."
There was inexplicably some sadness in the bald man's tone.
The man in the passenger seat opened his mouth but didn't refute in the end. It seemed that the fantasy scene described by the team leader comforted his guilty mind. Yes, the brothers will definitely understand...
He paused, only to ask another question.
"Boss, we haven't accomplished anything. We haven't even fired a single shot. We will inevitably be punished by the organization when we return."
"Who said we didn't make any achievements? Didn't we destroy an enemy car with a rocket launcher?! Isn't that right?"
The bald man slapped him again.
"Ah?" The man stood there in a daze, as if he had understood something, and then he had another question.
"But, but our ammunition..."
Huh~~~Boom!
!
A rocket flew out of the window, gliding all the way past. Finally, it exploded in the distance, leaving a red fire spot in the field of vision. The bald team leader put down the rocket launcher on his shoulder, turned around and patted the shoulder of the man in the passenger seat.
"Group A, Group B, and Group C were on this mission. Due to inconsistent intelligence, the battle was extremely difficult. Group A and Group B were completely wiped out. Only Group C managed to escape and destroyed a target car with a rocket launcher. I don't know if there were any casualties."
"Do you understand?"