The sound of bullets breaking through the air seemed loud, but was completely blocked by a curtain of water.
If it were just an ordinary day, this fragile water curtain would be easily penetrated by bullets, but it was a rainy day!
A large amount of rain provides a bonus to the water curtain, making this layer of water curtain indestructible.
This layer of water curtain extended from the arm of the disheveled man, as if the water curtain was part of his palm.
There were about four or five survivors behind him. They were drenched in the rain and roaring like wild beasts.
Their bodies began to change as they roared. Scales and strong muscles grew on their bodies, and their heads turned into fish heads.
These creatures that make people feel physically disgusted when they see them are the Deep Ones in the Cthulhu Cult!
The Third Army reacted extremely quickly. Before they had finished transforming, these soldiers who cooperated very well together lifted a piece of black cloth at the back of the team.
Under the black cloth was a carriage-like structure with two iron wheels and a high bulge in the middle.
"Come and try our trump card, you dead fish!"
After the black cloth was lifted, a long gun barrel was revealed in front of him.
There was an ammunition belt about two meters long hanging on the side. A soldier was operating this terrifying and cold machine according to the instructions.
The soldier pulled the trigger, and the soldiers around him moved away a short distance to avoid any accidents.
A chain of fire spurted out from the long gun barrel, instantly penetrating the water curtain's protection.
Bullets hit the pagans, leaving patches of blood.
The scales that the Deep Divers were so proud of were ruthlessly torn apart by the artillery fire of modern technology, but the bullets were firmly locked by the thick muscles and failed to successfully penetrate the Deep Divers' bodies.
A large amount of blood and fish scales splattered out, and the deep divers were beaten all over before they could get close.
Such is the suppression and power of modern firepower.
In the face of the continuous torrent of metal gunfire, the body's defense seemed so fragile.
The deep divers were suppressed by powerful firepower. Not only could they not advance to the Third Army for hand-to-hand combat, even saving their lives became a problem.
The chain of fire spewing out of the muzzle stopped abruptly. It was not because the machine gun had misfired, but because the ammunition chain had been completely used up in just a few seconds.
The leader of the Third Army was very satisfied with the test and ordered his men to carry the heavy machine gun down.
The rest of the team members once again threw the grenades they were equipped with, but this time they pulled out the fuse first, held it confidently in their hands for a few seconds before throwing it out.
Dozens of grenades drew a neat arc in the air and hit the top of the deep divers standing in the open space.
The deep diver who deployed the water curtain desperately tried his best to increase the strength of the water curtain, but it was in vain.
Orange-yellow flames lit up the sky, and the sound of the explosion shook the clouds. People who stayed at home huddled under shelter in panic, while curious people saw a bright explosion and a trembling air wave from the window.
"It turns out that a large amount of explosives combined together can have such a powerful force. I can use this information as a reference for the weapons development department when I get back."
The leader muttered to himself, raised his hand, and confidently ordered the people of the Third Army to retreat.
"You are just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, nothing more than that."
——
Elphis had already left Frederick's house, and when he returned home he saw Evelya, who was looking for the non-existent gift in a daze.
Elphis embraced the beauty's waist from behind.
"Hey, what are you looking for?"
At the same time, the hypnotic spell on Evelya was lifted, and Evelya slowly regained consciousness.
"Oh, honey, you're back."
She saw the gorgeous dress she was wearing and felt a little confused, as if she had forgotten something very important.
But it doesn't matter. Evelya smiled and kissed Elphis, whose mouth was full of cigarette smoke, and frowned and said coquettishly,
"Smoke less. It's bad for your health."
Elphis laughed.
"When men socialize, smoking and drinking are inevitable, and the tobacco I smoke is the one you carefully selected for me, isn't it?"
Evelya turned her head away pretentiously.
"Anyway, just smoke less. I won't care if you get black lung disease."
"Haha, how could I, who is as strong as I am, get this disease?"
Elphis deliberately showed off his muscles and said with a smile.
He looked up at the calendar. In three days, he could say goodbye to this annoying woman once and for all.
He was tired of this kind of sweet and sweet game. Although Evelya's graceful figure made Elphis enjoy extraordinary happiness, compared with the great cause of the group, this was not a reason for him to be merciful.
Elphis licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously, he was longing for a feast of blood!
The pleasure of bathing in blood is more joyful than any other form of stimulation.
The rusty smell is more fragrant than those carefully crafted colognes!
This is the distortion of the people in the Yellow Group.
"Okay, go take a shower."
Evelya gave Elphis a seductive look and led him to the bathroom, holding his hand.
She carefully took off Elphis' clothes and touched his thick back with her hands.
Today, a strange desire arose in her heart. She really wanted to know where the scars on Elphis' back came from.
Those shocking scars, like snakes entwined on tree roots, covered Elphis' back.
"Elphis, what happened to you that caused you to have so many wounds on your back?"
Evelya asked distressedly.
Elphis did not pretend and answered directly.
"It's a ritual similar to that of an ascetic, where one whips himself to absolve himself of sins.
I’m sure you’ve heard similar rumors.”
Evelya covered her mouth in surprise and said,
“That’s too harsh, I feel sorry for you.
Only the ascetics in the Holy Light Church would treat themselves like this, right
Why did you do that
Elphis put his index finger in front of his mouth, making a gesture to silence him.
“In a few days, the church I believe in will hold a dinner.
I'll take you there when the time comes.
But you have to promise me that you won't make this public, okay?"
Evelya felt a little relieved. For the first time, Elphis confessed to her the secrets that he had been unwilling to tell her. So she blushed shyly and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito flapping its wings,
"good."
At this moment, the bathroom was full of beautiful scenery, with the singing of nightingales. With the sharp cry of a hawk, the earth-shaking crashing sound finally stopped.
The mysterious cave is filled with stalactite fluid that is filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Evelya covered her belly with her hands with a flushed face. She had a surprise and wanted to tell Elphis at the end.
She hadn't had her period in three months, and lately she had only had sex with Elphis.
She didn't know whether the baby in her belly was a boy or a girl, but she still wanted to wait until her belly got bigger before telling him.
For Evelya, this little life is the fruit of their love.
Evelya also wanted the birth of this little life to allow her to officially become Elphis' wife and gain a status.
For the charming man Elphis, she gave up her social circle and quietly became the woman behind him.
After taking a bath, they put on loose clothes and prepared to have dinner.
This wonderful daily life made Evelia stare blankly while cooking.
It wasn't until the eggs in the pot turned into black charcoal that she came to her senses.
Just now she couldn't help imagining that in this very home, a little boy was sitting on a blanket in the living room, playing with toys and calling for his mother, while Alphis was sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper with a smile on his face.
Evelya smiled sweetly, shook her head, poured out the burnt egg in the pan, and fried a new one.
She didn't notice that the charred egg was shaped like a pure black skull.
Death was already silently waving at her.
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"Report!"
"explain."
"The Third Army has completed all its missions, but the team sent to destroy the Yellow Clothes Group has failed."
"Oh? What's going on?"
Bismarck frowned after hearing this.
"The building was empty, as if they knew about our move in advance and had moved to another location."
Said the messenger who came to report.
Bismarck nodded and waved his hand and said,
"I understand. Go down."
Bismarck was the only one left in the room. He looked at the Third Army's mission execution report and fell into deep thought.
"Did our operation get leaked because of an undercover agent in the army, or did the enemy foresee it?"
Then Bismarck, who was already in his sixties, shook his head and sighed.
"At this time, it would be great if I could have a successor."
He thought of the man who was intelligent and had the intuition and reasoning ability of a beast.
He stood up, took the report with him and prepared to walk out of the room.
His bodyguard emerged from the shadows behind Bismarck and stopped him.
"Mr. Prime Minister, where are you going on this trip?"
Bismarck said nothing and pointed to the ground.
"I understand. If you go out rashly at this time, I'm afraid you will be attacked by the enemy. Please think twice."
The bodyguard said dutifully.
"I understand that it is your job to protect me, and I won't make it too difficult for you.
I went to meet someone and came back.
I won’t stay out there for long.”
Bismarck sighed and said.
Since becoming the prime minister, personal freedom seems to have become an unrealistic thing.
The higher the official position, the greater the constraints one is subject to, which means it is lonely at the top.
Bismarck also understood the difficulties of these bodyguards at this time. If an accident happened, they would sacrifice their lives first to buy time for themselves to escape.
These death warriors sent by the emperor all have such awareness. They are not like the two soldiers in the open last time. They are the real guards hiding in the dark.
The bodyguard who appeared nodded and said,
"Then please wait for a moment, Prime Minister. Let us send some brothers to explore the way first."
Bismarck frowned and said,
“No, I’m old, an old fellow who is halfway into the coffin.
Time is tight, let's go straight away.
Besides, even if I give those black rats ten thousand guts, they wouldn't dare to go to war with the Empire head-on."
The bodyguard was silent for a while after hearing this, then opened the door.
"We will protect you along the way."
Bismarck did not respond verbally, but waved his hand and strode out of the top suite where he was staying.
At the corner of the hotel corridor, Bismarck met a man who also had a mustache.
The man was looking at an oil painting hanging on the wall, seemingly thinking about something.
The man was wearing a neat tuxedo, but he had dark circles and big bags under his eyes, looking a bit like a hermit.
He did not notice Bismarck walking towards him, but was deeply immersed in his own imaginary world.
There is a still life oil painting hanging on the wall. The painter used bright and clear lines and warm colors to paint a vase and twelve sunflowers in it.
From the traces on the canvas and the frame, it can be seen that this painting is not a work with a long history, but it can be seen that the painter has profound painting skills and foundation.
Through simple contrast of light and shadow, the turquoise background and the orange-yellow petals form a color contrast.
The gorgeous and bright chrome yellow makes the whole picture full of passion. The stamens show different colors under the overlapping dots, just like sunflowers reflecting colorful brilliance under the sunlight.
The petals appear prominent and thick against the backdrop of cross stripes, highlighting the vitality and vigor of the sunflower.
The background and the vase are painted with rhythmic and melodious brushstrokes, creating a rough beauty contained in the texture.
Under the painter's bold and varied artistic brushwork, the twelve sunflowers look like a bunch of burning yet constantly rotating, full of infinite vitality.
Under the painter's pen, these sunflowers seem to have gained new life, blooming with unique brilliance on the jute canvas.
In the lower right corner is the painter's signature, Vincent Van Gogh.
The man who was viewing the painting exclaimed in amazement repeatedly, and it was obvious that he admired the painting very much.
Bismarck saw this and approached curiously to talk to him.
"Excuse me sir, what's so special about this painting?"
The man turned around and saw Bismarck, who was standing beside him with an extraordinary demeanor, but he did not recognize his identity at once. He just felt that the man in front of him was not simple. Although he looked a little old, he was dignified and had the demeanor of a superior.
The man bowed slightly to Bismarck in response and said,
“I see life in this painting.”
Bismarck raised his eyebrows and asked curiously,
"Life? What kind of life?"
"A life that is in full bloom, yet destined to wither.
This painting should not be placed in this hotel, but in an art gallery.
This is disrespectful to that great painter.”
The man with dark circles under his eyes said angrily.
"Haha, I haven't figured out so many tricks. I guess you are an elegant person, sir?"
Bismarck said with a cheerful smile.
"Oh, I'm just a down-and-out writer, using my pen to create the stories in my head."
The man responded modestly.