"You..." Howard turned his head slowly, his eyes seemed to be dull. He wanted to open his eyes wide and see what the spy who attacked them looked like, but he only felt that his vision was hazy, and there seemed to be a young boy in the blur.
The shadow was rolling in the sky, and a short black blade in his hand was flying with the blood, like the core of a poisonous snake swallowing.
This was the last scene Howard saw. His throat and carotid arteries were all severed, and his tall body fell down softly.
It turns out... you will die just as well if you join the army in peacetime, Howard thought mockingly to himself.
Without the protection of invisibility, Zhou Jian was completely exposed to the sight of American soldiers. The special forces present were all well-trained shooting masters. However, in the chaotic crowd and small space, their M4s were almost useless.
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A special soldier pulled out the military dagger from his waist. However, before he could use it, he felt something draw a black arc in front of him, as if swallowing the light. Then he felt himself flying up, and his
The body became farther and farther away from the sight, and then fell softly...
The dagger was swung like the scythe of the god of death, the speed was extremely fast, and blood kept spurting out. When the god of death attacked, a soldier instinctively used the barrel of the M4 to block the life-seeking sword, but he could only
He felt a lightness in his hand, and then looked at the M4 automatic rifle in his hand that was broken into two parts in disbelief. A dark red blood line stretched diagonally from his neck to his chest. His vision became increasingly blurry. Before he died, he stretched out his hand to grab it.
What, but in the end it’s all in vain…
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Zhou Jian was like Shura incarnate. His body was covered with blood, both from his enemies and from his own. At that moment, his mind was extremely confused. He almost subconsciously flipped around, drew his sword, stabbed in the back, and dodged, as if all this was happening.
All actions are instinctive.
His movements are not beautiful, and they don't have the art-like inspiration of the legendary thief killer when he kills people. If I had to use one word to describe his movements, it would be - brutal.
Stabbing the heart, slitting the throat, committing seppuku, cutting the spine, decapitating... these actions that he used many times in "Gods and Demons" do not seem to have any disharmony in reality.
At that moment, he seemed to be facing a monster from "Gods and Demons".
The soldiers in the central room fell like wheat. A crazy American soldier ran to the far corner and pulled the trigger frantically at Zhou Jian and his companions who were shrouded in blood.
The flames ejected from the m4 dazzled his eyes, and the target seemed to disappear. His two companions flew away like straw because of his shooting.
When he was hesitating whether to stop shooting, he clearly felt the cold dagger cutting into his heart. The skill - Flash Strike...
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For half a minute, Zhou Jian stood in the central room covered in blood. Looking at the blood and corpses on the floor, he felt a little sick, but not so sick that he wanted to vomit. Maybe it was because he had experienced several killings before.
Seeing the sight of blood pouring out, he had become accustomed to it, but he just didn't notice it.
However, there was still an indescribable anger surrounding his chest, making him feel extremely depressed. This was an indescribable feeling, as if a voice was asking, was this really what I did? If today
The people he killed were all extremely vicious people, so Zhou Jian might not have such a dull feeling.
This dull feeling is uncomfortable, even though he knows clearly that at this moment, either you will die or I will live.
Maybe today he will fight his way out, but in the days to come, he will be exposed to more and more killings, and his path forward will be paved with blood.
Thinking of this, he couldn't say he was disgusted, certainly not like it. If he really had to use anything to describe it, it was an extremely unreal feeling.
Just as it seems unreal when comparing the castles in the sky on Hong Kong Island with the quiet mountain village where I live, it also seems unreal when comparing the prosperous but comfortable metropolitan life with the bloody world of killing.
Zhou Jian took a deep breath. There was still a faint smell of blood in the air. He checked his wounds. There were two in total, both gunshot wounds. Fortunately, they were not critical. One was in the lower abdomen, left by Howard.
There is another spot on the shoulder, left by the soldier who fired recklessly.
One-third of the life bar dropped, and Zhou Jian drank a small blood bottle. Although the blood bottle replenished very little health, it was better than nothing. If he wanted to regain his full life, he still had to rely on the recovery of the Demon Slayer himself.
He turned over the body of Brown, the laboratory director, and touched the door card from his blood-stained white coat. This unlucky man seemed to have died by a stray bullet.
The moment he took out the key card, Zhou Jian found that his outstretched hand was trembling.
An ironic smile appeared on his lips. It turned out that his hands had been shaking, not because of fear, but because of the tension and excitement of being at the critical moment of life and death. The death that could come at any time made all the nerves in his body extremely nervous.
He was not afraid of daggers, military thorns, etc., but the gun gave him lingering fear. The two previous shots had not hit his vitals. If he had hit his heart or head, would he still be fine?
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Zhou Jian put away the door card. Only then did he realize that there was another living person in the room - Sam.
Since being knocked unconscious by himself, Sam has been lying on the ground motionless until now. Zhou Jian hesitated at that moment, should he silence him by the way?
The secret of the Demon Slayer's invisibility was discovered by Howard. Invisibility was not only Zhou Jian's trump card, but also an unexplainable supernatural ability. Zhou Jian had no choice but to keep this secret from leaking out.
Is this old guy pretending to be unconscious?
Turning over Sam's body, Zhou Jian opened Sam's eyelids. Pupils can't lie. If it is a person who is in a deep coma, the pupils will not react to light stimulation. But for people who are pretending to be comatose, once they are opened
Their eyelids and pupils will shrink due to sudden light stimulation.
Seeing that Sam's pupils didn't change at all, Zhou Jian breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to take such a multiple-choice question. He didn't like killing innocent people indiscriminately, but if his own safety was involved, he might have no choice but to kill him in the end.
Very unkindly, he added something to the back of Sam's head. He didn't want this guy to wake up by chance when he was about to leave.
Zhou Jian checked the carotid arteries of each corpse one by one. He could hold the breath, but the pulse could not be faked. After confirming that no one survived except the unconscious Sam, Zhou Jian walked to the door of the central room and was about to activate the stealth card swiping function.
When thinking about it, Zhou Jian thought of something.
