Chapter 271: Assassination
Su Ming stood quietly on the roof of a small building. The darkness merged him with the eaves. He quietly waited for the movement in the city. As long as the three women acted, he would immediately attack an anti-aircraft gun not far away. position.
He took off his helmet, the symbiotic body fluid covered on his face faded interestingly, revealing his face and skin.
A light breeze blows, and the air is slightly cool.
He felt the slightly damp veil of the night, and the smell it brought had no fragrance of flowers, only the smell of iron and blood.
The city is very quiet, there is no dog barking, but from time to time there will be sporadic gunshots, but it is impossible to confirm who the victim is.
Su Ming has no expression. This is the case on the battlefield. He can indulge Holaway’s sympathy to maintain the unity of the team and maintain a good image in front of the X-Men, but he does not need sympathy.
He is a fighter, a killer, and sympathy for strangers is too extravagant.
He can pretend to be like an ordinary person, he can be the boss, he can be his cousin, he can be a good person
The atmosphere of the world is like this. He is imitating the masked people here, so that he will not appear too out of place and thus be repelled by the world.
But in fact, he has been using these appearances to cover up his plans, and these plans were all implemented according to the death knell idea before others knew it.
His mind has always been very calm. The symbiote and the **** killer are not enough to affect his will. Even saving the world is just the first step in a huge plan. He wants to pull the world back to his familiar timeline, and then take Take what you want.
There are no stars nor the moon in the sky. Some only have enemies. Under the sky of this city, he is enemies on all sides.
"Boom!!!"
The roar of an explosion came from a distance, breaking the tranquility of the night. Almost instantly, all the searchlights of the airship pointed to that side, and the flames brought by the explosion rose into the sky among the countless lamp posts.
"An oil depot, has it started?"
Su Ming buttoned his helmet, and the symbiote began to spread on his face. He felt like a cold hand touched his face, but he soon merged with himself.
A string of luminous numbers passed through the red eyepiece of the helmet, the self-check was completed, and the tactical eyepiece was activated.
jumped directly from the small building, the magic floating cloak led him to rush towards the enemy, in the dark night, he was silent.
death knell, start to act.
The anti-aircraft gun position actually only occupies an original small garden, surrounded by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving a passage for entry and exit.
On both sides of the passage, erect two simple wooden single rooms, that is where the sentry is.
But generally no one wants to huddle in there. It was originally used to hide from the rain, and the good weather like today, even a well-trained German army, would not require sentries to be on standby in a small guard box.
At this time there are two Germans, standing together on the side of the road, smoking and chatting.
One of them is older, maybe even a veteran who has participated in World War I. He is telling the young people around him what happened during the day.
In his vivid description, a humanoid monster in black and yellow armor was killed by them. Even the five-meter-high steel warrior was eaten raw.
The young man was trembling with fright. Even if he went to the battlefield and killed a lot of people, he could eat people. It was too scary.
I just heard that Hydra has the habit of cannibalism. Does the enemy also have it?
However, in fact, the veterans did not get close at all. Really experienced veterans would not go near the explosion site.
When the incident happened, he climbed up to a taller building nearby, looked at the fountain square, and then processed the past by himself to scare the recruits for fun.
The recruits were completely frightened by the story. If you think about it carefully, you will realize that they are air defense forces and have no chance to be on the front line.
"Is it really that scary?"
The recruit was smoking a cigarette tremblingly. He was originally just a petty citizen in a small city. Enlisting in the army was entirely a tribute to the head of state, and he breathed in his chest.
"Hey, don't you believe it. Look at what kind of monster weapons we have. The enemy has made similar weapons. Isn't it normal?"
The veteran spit out smoke rings slowly, and stood side by side with the recruit. The two looked at the road, his wrinkled face showed an expression of irritation, as if he was angry because the recruit was disobeying.
It's like when the British first invented the tank during the First World War. After finding it was very useful, all countries soon had it.
"No, I don't believe it, old Hans, you continue to talk, what is that monster like?"
Standing on guard at night is a very boring thing, especially in Paris. If the veterans don't talk to him, it will be too difficult tonight.
The veteran scratched his head, what should I do? I didn’t see it very clearly at the time.
"Anyway, that monster can grow many tails from behind the buttocks. The tail can also use various weapons. I saw that the tail can drive the tank and drive the tank directly into the weirdo's mouth."
"Really? Anything else?" The recruit feels something is wrong. Isn't it surreal? Are all allied soldiers monsters?
"That weird man is very ugly, half black and half yellow, he has no human appearance at all. He grabs a person with just one bite. It depends on your luck whether you bite off your head or leg first." The veteran salivated. What is the rationality of what he is talking about? nonexistent.
"What does this have to do with luck?" The recruit asked another question.
"If you bite off your head first, you will die a little bit easier. If you bite off your leg first, you will die a bit more painful." The veteran raised his head and said quietly, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes.
The recruit scratched his neck~www.NovelMTL.com~ I felt a little uncomfortable. The evening wind blew over the surrounding trees, and the leaves made a rustling sound, surrounding them like dark ghosts.
He felt a little chilly, as if he was being stared at by some ghost.
"Don't worry, although that weird man is strong, he must not be the opponent of our great head of state. We will definitely win!"
The veteran patted the recruit on the shoulder, but found that the recruit fell straight down, his face was full of horror, his eyes widened, and he died.
fell on the soft lawn without even making any sound.
The veteran knelt down and touched his neck, then checked for any wounds, and wanted to fire a warning.
But at this moment, he noticed a pair of strange feet in front of him
The owner of those feet seemed to be close behind them, listening to them all the time, but he didn't feel anything.
There is no breathing, no sound, no soul, that person is completely connected to the night.
He slowly raised his head, his sight from the steel
The iron boots moved up, and in the darkness saw the warning color of black and yellow, and saw the scarlet one-eyed.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his gaze rotate, and then everything moved away from him.
That is the last color he saw.
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