The power of the New Territories guns is very strong. Although the main purpose is to deal with the special situation of Danjing, its objective performance is stronger than ordinary weapons. Of course, compared with the high price, the performance advantage seems unworthy.

I killed three people one after another with the rifle in my hand. Every time, the anti-hunting team of six people would appear next to the corpse in a very timely manner, and then looked around at a loss.

The guess is correct. They can't grasp my position at all. In fact, seeing through my stealth is very difficult. At least for me, I can only rely on the perception domain to scan.

There are rare talents who have the perception domain, not only the Red Army of the Guards, but also the Zhao family. Even if I repeatedly fired cold guns, I would have no choice but to do anything to me for a while.

However, all those who can gain a foothold in the Danjing battlefield are elite soldiers. No matter how powerful the New Territories guns are, they still have their limits. Not everyone, like the young man with endless potential, will be easily beaten to death - by the way, I am still very satisfied with this rhetoric.

Many mutants are not afraid of guns, and my cold gun is too arrogant. For a moment, everyone in the Zhao family soldiers were wary of it, and it would be difficult to start again.

At the same time, the situation of the special operations team is becoming increasingly ugly. The absolute disadvantage in number makes each of them face multiple enemies at the same time. Although there are treatments like Jiang Xueqi in the team, casualties and injuries are becoming more and more frequent.

I remember that when Feng Yin led the Western Route Army, there were twenty-one people in total, but there were only fifteen people active in the field now. If the relationship between time and number of people was represented by the curve on the coordinate axis, it would be a steep curve that accelerated and declined.

If Yue Xinyao hadn't appeared in time, the situation might have collapsed. As a mutant who was infinitely close to the top master, Yue Xinyao had achieved even better results on the battlefield than me.

It was still the old method, transformed into a water giant, and then fought with her life. She absorbed the most damage on the field and outputted the most damage. When I kept changing positions and putting cold guns, she personally killed no less than five Zhao family warriors, each of which was crushed by the water giant's fist, and more than ten people were seriously injured by the cold area.

A person almost controls a battlefield, and this is like a god descending to earth.

But this kind of explosion has its limits, and others may not be able to see it, but in my perception domain, Yue Xinyao's aura is rapidly weakening. It was not because of the Zhao family's counterattack, but simply overdrawing too much.

She exerted her power beyond her limits, so she had to repay it with vitality as a price. This is very similar to that of Jiang Xueqi, who has healing ability. If I continue to shoot guerrillas so easily, then Yue Xinyao, who is the only one who takes the lead, may be exhausted to death.

...So I said I hate this so-called coordinated combat. Each one is a burden and can do nothing except increase the burden on people.

No matter how I talked about it, I had no other choice now. Finally, I confirmed that there was no suitable sniper target, and I jumped out of the window and landed on the ground. This action was discovered by at least three more soldiers of the Zhao family, but when they reacted, I rushed directly to the first person, smashed it with a hammer, and my head was bleeding.

At the same time, the six-man anti-hunting team appeared beside me, with the black captain first and the remaining five behind.

Everyone's eyes were lit with extreme anger. I have been teased by me for so long, but it seems that they still haven't been able to get pleasure from it. It's a pity.

Without nonsense, I took action directly, and a restraining force field enveloped me, pressing me down so hard that I could not move.

Such a force field is probably not easy to break free even if it is the mythical monsters in the New Territories, and it is definitely not the only one who can activate such powerful constraints.

For this force field, they need at least three people to activate their abilities to the limit at the same time, and the remaining three, one is responsible for positioning and teleportation, and one is responsible for basic defense. The last person, that is, the black captain, is responsible for breaking my defense with the sharp knife in his hand and killing me with one blow. The key to this combination is naturally the three force field operators. If I cannot limit my actions, no matter how many people they come, they will die.

"So, you must protect those three people. If I break free, you will be finished."

"You don't have to bother. Our cooperation is perfect, just to kill you, a flea-like annoying person."

"Really? If I hadn't jumped out on my own initiative, when would you have to catch me? Haven't you ever wondered why I would fall into your trap so self-righteously?"

"Hmph, we will take the time to study it after you die."

...

The reason why I had such a conversation between the black captain was also helpless.

My physical defense is too strong. If you are serious, ordinary weapons cannot even cut their skin. So in order to ensure a killing with one blow, the black captain kept gathering power on the sharp knife in his hand. A silver sharp knife has become red after one minute of blessing. I have no doubt that after such a long period of accumulation of power, this knife will be used to cut me, even the magic mecha that crushes the open land group around the Hellfire Peninsula in the New Territories will be pierced by one knife. Of course, compared with the huge body dozens of meters high of the magic mecha, such a hole is meaningless.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about it. My defense is not that high... It's almost enough. Anyway, it's hard for me to dodge now. If I can't kill with one knife, can't I cut two swords?"

"Hmph, show off your words and bewitch people's hearts... It's meaningless. When I think I'm enough, I'll cut off your head with one knife. I heard that you have a strong ability to heal. I don't know if you can grow a second one without your head."

"Of course not, but unfortunately, you have no chance."

"Oh? What do you want to say? Can you break free from this force field, or will someone come to save you? The people from the special operations team are surrounded here, and you don't have any chance."

"All surrounded? Are you talking about those fifteen wastes? Will I expect them to help? Who do you think I am? Besides, I don't need anyone to save me. I talk so much nonsense with you just because I want to experience the kind of boss character who is sure to win, and I have to chatter endlessly before executing my opponent."

The black captain was stunned, then laughed loudly. He held the sharp knife in one hand, glanced at my neck, swung the knife with his backhand, and smiled grimly.

Then, before his red sharp knife fell, I pinched his wrist. After a crisp sound, the sharp knife fell to the ground.

The black captain's eyes widened: "Why are you...why?"

Idiot, when you ask such a nutritious question, won’t you turn your head and look behind you?

Then, the black captain turned around tremblingly, and his five teammates had all fallen into a pool of blood. Each of them was divided into at least three pieces, and their internal organs were flowing all over the ground.

And in this corpse, a man holding a ghostly green sword was showing a helpless look on his face.

"Old Wang, you are too poor. I've been waiting for you here for a minute, and then you pretended to be unable to move and this old man with a minute... I really want to slash you with him."

Tsk, you barbarian without love.

As I said that, I slapped the black captain in the head.

"I'm talking nonsense to him here, and you're still trying to get some recovery time? Even if you have the ability to survive, you're beaten like this bird... Look at your face as if this aunt is too haggard! That old man is really that difficult to deal with?"

Feng Yin sighed long and said, "I almost thought I was going to die at his hands. I fought for twenty minutes and had thirty-six fatal injuries, but I couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes... Fortunately, my escape was pretty good, and he seemed to have encountered some trouble."

Are the opponent physical immunity?

"No, flesh and blood, and it's a close battle with me... The other party is an extremely powerful martial arts master, and his strength and speed are just right with me, but his fighting skills are too clever and he has no power to fight back... Forget it, if you continue, I'm afraid I'm going to have a psychological shadow. Let's solve the problem here first."

After Feng Yin finished speaking, he sighed again. With this sigh, Feng Yin entered the battlefield with his two swords, and suddenly there was a bloody storm.

With Feng Yin and I joining, the situation on the battlefield quickly reversed. The deterrence of the three top masters was too strong. Although the Zhao family was crowded and powerful, they could not resist losses and quickly withdrew.

The special operations team suffered heavy losses, with only thirteen surviving people, and everyone was seriously injured. Only three top experts, I was in good condition, Yue Xinyao was on the verge of collapse and could fall down at any time. Although Feng Yin's physical strength has recovered, he was obviously injured in his morale. In this case, there is really no other way except retreating.

The group cleaned up the mess, took the bodies of their comrades, and withdrew from Danjing City in a panic. Fortunately, they did not encounter any obstacles along the way. Near the Third Ring Road, they also met the late Thirteen Arhats under Yue Xinyao.

However, after leaving Danjing City, everyone began to be confused. What should they do next? Return to the front line base? As long as they think of Long Aotian and the bodyguard next to him who was obviously an undercover Zhao family, it makes people feel the urge to rather die in the front line in battle.

Perhaps this is also part of the Zhao family's calculations. When the special operations team members were sent back to fight with Long Aotian, there were many people on the Long Aotian side, and our side was strong. We really had a fight and we all finished playing together. The Zhao family was having fun in Danjing City. This situation was also logical.

Feng Yin asked: "So... what do you mean? We want us to let go of our hatred and cooperate sincerely with the bastard Long Aotian?"

Haha, even if we think about it, would Long Aotian agree? This problem is actually simple to solve, but you cowards are unwilling to do it. It doesn’t matter, I am a professional villain, I will do it.

"Hey, you won't be..."

Do you still need to ask? With Long Aotian here, don’t plan to win this battle. I will cut off his head and everyone is happy. I must say that it was the Zhao family who can frame it. As for the future liquidation, I will bear the consequences alone. I don’t plan to live in China for a long time. What do I have to worry about?
Chapter completed!