That night.
In Fengnan City, there is a complex of buildings called Shuiyun Hall.
From the outside, the white high walls, cast iron gate, green trees and tall roofs are no different from a normal club, and the entrance is guarded by three or four security guards.
In the night, the red and blue flames of cigarettes are faintly visible.
Looking over the high wall and looking down from the sky, one can find something unusual about the Shuiyun Hall. It is completely loose on the outside but tight on the inside, not like an ordinary hall at all.
Inside the building complex, the bright yellow glow of street lamps at intervals illuminated the ground. Some men in tight black uniforms patrolled back and forth with cold eyes. If there was any sign of trouble, they would look into the darkness and investigate.
These men all had guns on their waists and were muscular. One could tell at a glance that the nature of their work was the same as the color of the clothes they wore.
There were many buildings in the venue, some of which were completely black, and some of which were still lit. The street outside the window was branded with bright yellow trapezoids, and even the stones on the floor surface could be clearly seen.
Among them, the largest building is still brightly lit.
Second floor, meeting room.
Beside a long dark red wooden table, several figures were staring at each other with furrowed brows, and the atmosphere was extremely tense and gloomy.
They glanced back and forth, and finally looked at the main seat. A man sat on a red armchair, his back as straight as a steel plate, his hands on the table, fingers crossed. The gentleman's wide-brimmed hat was slightly turned down, covering half of his face. Only the man's high nose tip and dark stubble could be seen, and his slightly pursed square lips gave off a sharp feeling.
It should be noted that the man is wearing a pair of white gloves.
Delicate velvet material, branded on the back of the hand.
Clubs "K".
He stood there motionless like a statue for five minutes before he raised his head, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes. His gaze slowly scanned the people in the conference room.
"According to the telegram we received this afternoon, the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department's counterattack plan against the Sand and Dust Organization is progressing smoothly. Did you know? It only took one day, no, strictly speaking, it took less than half a day. An antique transfer warehouse at the important transportation node of the Sand and Dust Organization in Black Sand City was captured by our people. There are hundreds of antiques in it, which are very valuable..."
The man paused and continued the topic.
"Not only that, they also dealt a heavy blow to the Sand and Dust Organization in yesterday's operation. A bunch of high-ranking assassins were killed, including six members of the Sand and Dust Organization in the top sixty. There were three people in the top fifteen, and even number five was killed."
On both sides of the long table, the subordinates looked at each other sideways. Upon hearing the good news, their brows seemed to relax a little and they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hehe…” The King of Clubs looked at everyone’s reactions and smiled.
"Do you know why I bring this up? Look at the good news from their two departments, and then look at the mess in our transportation department! We were robbed again, and the two teams responsible for transportation were wiped out. Even yesterday, the Sand and Dust Organization found an opportunity to attack us, and dozens of our brothers were killed or injured! They were all well-trained gunmen, and we lost both our characters..." He looked up.
"The gap is too big." The King of Clubs sounded disappointed.
At this time, someone responded from below.
"Sir, we are facing a team of cyborgs from the Sand and Dust Organization. They are powerful and fearless, and can be said to be the trump card of the Sand and Dust Organization. Some losses are inevitable..."
Immediately, other subordinates responded.
"Yeah, that group of cyborgs are too abnormal. How can they fight if they are not afraid of bullets and guns? The Firefox Organization was destroyed by them. No matter how powerful our gunmen are, they can't beat monsters..."
"I think, facing the current situation, the best way is to stay put or shrink the defense. Wait for reinforcements from the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department. Only in this way can we counter Shachen's trump card..."
The people below started talking and it suddenly became noisy.
Shining!
Suddenly, a silver light with a metallic texture flashed across the conference room, and a flying knife was nailed to the table.
It was located in the middle of the wooden table, straight and upright, with the end trembling slightly. The blade was fully two-thirds deep.
Under the bright yellow light, the blade reflected light slightly. It can be seen that this flying knife is made of a special alloy, and its curved shape and center of gravity are particularly suitable for rotating and gliding in the air. The tip and blade are extremely sharp, and there is a faint blood groove on the edge.
Many subordinates stopped talking immediately and turned their respectful eyes towards the main seat at the long table.
The "K" of Plum Blossoms had his left elbow propped up on the tabletop at some point, and clenched his fist. Between his fingers, the tips of three flying knives protruded, flashing brightly.
"Shut up?" He opened his fingers, and the flying knife disappeared again. It seemed that there was some special mechanism in the black sleeve that could take out and put back the flying knife freely.
The club "K" tapped the heavy table with his fingers, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I know that the serious injury and coma of the diamond K during the transportation mission was a big blow to you. But now that you have been taken over by me, don't say such discouraging words. In addition, I don't believe that these so-called bio-humans are truly immortal. It's just that the pistols and submachine guns carried in the previous transportation mission were not powerful enough..."
"I have already received a batch of high-powered heavy machine guns from the sales department, as well as grenades and other weapons of mass destruction. There were also rockets originally, but they are still in transit and have not arrived yet."
"The day after tomorrow... no, tomorrow... the rockets will reach Fengnan City. By then, if the Sand and Dust Organization wants to cause trouble, let it experience the power of thermal weapons explosions. All fear comes from insufficient firepower. Sufficient firepower can kill anything..."
The King of Clubs slowly stood up from his seat, and seemed to be about to say something inspiring, when suddenly there was a gunshot outside.
Bang, bang, bang… Bang, bang, bang…
It was a series of noises, not just a single accidental discharge of a weapon.
"Something's happening! Let's go!"
The King of Clubs rushed out of the door instantly, and several other middle-level subordinates quickly followed, heading towards the main entrance of the guild hall.
Under the night sky, dark clouds covered the bright moon, making it dim and gloomy.
Suddenly, bursts of gunfire and shouting were heard at the gate of Shuiyun Hall, and occasionally there was the muffled sound of flesh being torn.
"You can't be beaten to death! You can't be beaten to death!"
"It's them, the cyborgs from the Sand and Dust Organization!
!”
"Those monsters that won't die!"
"The pistol is useless! Has the patrol arrived yet?"
The gunfire suddenly stopped, leaving only the dying gasps of men in the darkness, like the hissing of a leaky water pipe.
A strong man walked out from the shadows beside the high wall. On his muscular arms, a Spade "A" organization gunman was hung in the air by the neck.
His legs were struggling, his face was visibly red. His right hand was still tightly holding the gun, and his left hand reached to his waist, as if he wanted to take out the spare magazine and replace the empty magazine of the pistol.
The moonlight was thin, and the man underneath was wearing a tight leather jacket, and his shirt was a deep "V" showing his bulging chest muscles. The surface of the deep "V" was also inlaid with a silver metal frame of the same shape, dotted with a few rhinestones.
Long brown hair draped over his shoulders, wild like a lion. Deep eye sockets, a hooked nose. His eyes were pale red, revealing a numbness and contempt for life.
Her lips were inexplicably painted a layer of enchanting purple.
"Ka, Ka..."
The sound of gun parts colliding rang out, and the man just watched the gunman reload the magazine and point the black muzzle at him. He was not afraid at all, but grinned.
"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!"
The gunman had almost no strength left at this moment, and the hand that was pinching his neck was like an iron clamp, crushing his bones. He couldn't aim at all, and could only shoot wildly at the body.
Bullets flew, blood splattered, the gunman's eyes were red, and there was only one thought in his muddled mind.
Kill him! Kill him! Kill this monster!
He fired all the bullets in one breath, his finger still pulling the trigger mechanically, but there was no response of gunfire.
“Hehehe… Hehehe…”
The man with his head bowed laughed and trembled, his body was covered with bloodstains. His laughter became louder and louder, more and more rampant.
"Five in the lungs, three in the kidneys, two in the liver, and the rest were all in the heart. You hit them pretty accurately... Unfortunately, the heart is no longer my weak spot. You should have hit the head, towards there."
The man raised his left hand, and dug his sharp-nailed index finger into his temple, turning it like an electric drill. Blood spurted out, but his face showed a neurotic expression of enjoyment. He looked like he was going to heaven.
"No, it's no use shooting here. Even a machine gun can't penetrate the front of an Undead-class skull, only the temple will work..."
He began to talk to himself, and his state was quite abnormal, like a seriously ill patient who had escaped from a mental hospital.
Suddenly, the man's head shook, and his eyes changed from morbid to bloodthirsty. He increased the strength of his hands.
"Ho ho ho..." The gunman kicked his legs like a frog.
"Die, you weak human! Food should be aware of its status as food, yet you dare to hinder our actions!"
"Who gave you idiots the courage?!"
Crack! This is the sound of the cervical vertebrae being crushed.
The man loosened his grip and a body fell to the ground.
The black boots stepped heavily on the surface of the corpse. The man in leather jacket walked along the road towards the inside of the hall.
In the shadow of the high wall, black figures emerged one after another, with red eyes as cold as snakes. They took steps and followed the back of the man in leather jacket like puppets.
One minute later.
A strong figure ran past at high speed on the Shuiyun Club Avenue, holding more than a dozen guns and rushing into the crowd.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”
"ah!
! My hand! "
"No!"
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
The leather-jacketed man was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, tearing flesh and blood with his hands, harvesting lives one by one. He leaped forward and broke the spine of a gunman with one punch.
He leaned sideways and bumped into someone, causing his chest to collapse.
The man in leather jacket was not afraid of bullets at all. Even though his black leather jacket was riddled with bullets, he did not change at all.
With a swoosh, the knife with red energy on the edge cut off a person's neck. The artery burst, and blood poured out like a fountain of rain. The man in the leather jacket opened his hands and raised his head, as if bathing in warm and beautiful liquid.
“Tatttatttatt…”
There were sounds of footsteps coming from the passages everywhere, and all the members of the Spade "A" organization in Shuiyun Manor gathered here.
He lowered his head and licked the delicious blood from the corner of his mouth. His purple lip makeup, as if poisoned, was stained with a hint of scarlet.
The leather-jacketed man clapped his hands and smiled.
"It's time to eat. Today's dinner is very rich~"
Suddenly, a large group of black shadows rushed out from behind, running towards the many gunmen of the Spade "A" organization like a pack of wolves.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!" "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Pistol bullets and submachine gun bullets flew wildly, forming a barrage that completely covered the numerous black shadows.
However, blood splattered and flesh tumbled, but the shadow was merely knocked back by the impact and was not killed at all.
"Use machine guns! Use the heavy machine guns I brought!"
The King of Clubs and a group of middle-level cadres rushed to the scene. Immediately, more than a dozen heavy guns were pointed at the charging monster.
"Fire!"
"Thump, thump, thump, thump..."
The muzzle flames burst out like a dozen golden red flowers blooming. A series of metal bullet chains shot out rapidly.
The initial effect was seen, and a black shadow was directly broken into two.
But the worst thing is that they didn't die even then. They were able to stand up with their hands and move around using their hands as feet. The cross-section was still dripping with blood and intestines, which was inexplicably horrifying.
"Grenade, throw the grenade!"
The King of Clubs took out a grenade from his arms and threw it over.
Boom boom boom! Explosions suddenly sounded dozens of meters away. Blood, flesh, and dust exploded, obscuring everyone's vision.
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over forcefully.
It pierced into the crowd like a spear.
A bloody path immediately opened up, and the gunmen flew to both sides like broken sacks. The black shadow was the leather jacket man from before, and he had a clear goal, aiming directly at the position of the club "K".
"Open fire! Push him back!"
The gunmen protecting the "K" of clubs took action one after another, retreating as a whole while using the impact force of their bullets to slow down the opponent's approach.
“Damn it!
! Are the heavy machine guns useless? ! The biochemical team of the Sand Dust Organization is really as immortal as the rumors say! "The plum blossom "K" roared with bloodshot eyes and gnashed teeth.
“Of course! To you mortals, we are immortal! You ants, do you think you can kill us with some toys? Hahahaha…” The man in leather jacket rushed forward step by step with bullets hitting him. His body was riddled with bullet holes, and white bones could be seen on half of his body.
Flesh, blood and internal organs hung on the surface, wriggling and regenerating madly.
The man's face was also sunken by bullets, and he looked like a demon. His protruding teeth without upper and lower lips dripped with blood as he said, "You should never, ever, take the initiative to provoke us..."
"How dare you raid the antique transfer warehouse in Heisha City? I really don't know where you got the courage! According to intelligence, the group of despicable mortals who attacked are also heading towards Fengnan City. Just in time, just in time..."
"Several other teams are also near Fengnan City. Call them all over to hunt and dine together. They will definitely thank me!"
“Hahaha…hahaha!”
Amidst the wild laughter, a bloody figure pounced madly at the crowd. White bones and rotting flesh embraced the hail of bullets.