The slums are quieter at night than during the day. In order to save electricity bills, most people turn off their lights early. Compared with the brightly lit Boston neighborhoods, the slums are simply dead.
I don’t know who was celebrating, but fireworks were suddenly set off in a few blocks near the slums. Amidst the roaring sound, bouquets of fireworks shot up from the ground, and beautiful flowers bloomed in the night sky. People
Peering out from the window, admiring this rare and beautiful night view.
However, Zuo Han, who also saw the fireworks, knew that they were not fireworks, but a horn announcing the start of the battle.
"I really can't sleep tonight." Zuo Han sighed and stood up.
Old Charles looked outside and asked doubtfully: "Isn't it just setting off fireworks?"
"Yes, if you set off fireworks, no one will notice the sound of gunfire and the light of fire." Zuo Han's words made old Charles suddenly nervous.
"Then I'll hide first." Old Charles was very conscious and stood up quickly.
Lister glanced at old Charles and hesitated to say anything to Zuo Han.
Zuo Han smiled and said, "You go too, Yuxin needs someone to take care of her."
Afraid that Zuo Yuxin would be uneasy, Zuo Han had already used tricks to make Zuo Yuxin fall asleep. Not to mention shooting, even thunder would not wake him up. But if there was no one around, he would really not worry.
Lister and Charles Lao hurried away, and Zuo Han turned his attention to Song Ya, who was sitting on the chair with the old god.
"Miss Song, I'll see you soon."
"Okay." Song Ya took a sip of water slowly.
Song Ya made up her mind that she must perform well today to let Zuo Han know how powerful she is.
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By the light of the fireworks, twenty or thirty figures dressed in black quickly surrounded the apartment. More than ten meters away from the apartment, they stopped in unison and raised their weapons.
They are killers, not soldiers. Today's mission is just to kill people.
As another firework bomb exploded, the guns in the killers' hands rang out.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
Amidst the chaotic gunfire, sawdust flew and smoke filled the air.
ak47.mp5,p90,mk23……
The killers all carry lightweight fully automatic rifles, which are enough to penetrate the walls of this old-fashioned wooden apartment.
In just a few minutes, the house was like a honeycomb. There were bullet holes everywhere downstairs and downstairs.
After finishing a magazine, several killers took off the grenades from their waists, took a few steps closer, and threw them into the apartment along the window.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sounds of grenades and fireworks echoed together. People whose attention was attracted by the fireworks, almost no one noticed the difference in sound. The light of the fireworks provided an excellent cover for the fire caused by the explosion.
The killers looked at the collapsed houses and did not trust the guns in their hands.
A leader-like killer looked forward, waved his hand and said, "Search and confirm the target's body."
The killers carried guns and walked to the ruins to search carefully.
Among the ruins, there was a larger iron plate crooked. A killer walked over and kicked it to see what was underneath.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from under the iron plate and suddenly grabbed his ankle.
Before the killer could scream in surprise, he was dragged down with a crash.
"who?!"
The other killers heard the noise and turned around suddenly, just in time to see the killer's waving palms. But it only took a moment before they were dragged under the iron plate.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
Without waiting for anyone to issue any orders, the bullets of the other killers swept past.
With a bang, the iron plate flew up and rubble flew everywhere.
The necks of the two killers were cut off by the flying iron plates. The flying earth and rocks even knocked most of the killers to the ground.
Song Ya, whose hair was a little messy, straightened up and her face was still smoky black. She said quite angrily: "A bunch of bastards just threw grenades."
There was another crash, and a bathtub turned over. Zuo Han also stood up and said with a smile: "If you can't do it, I will."
Zuo Han basically kept his appearance neat and tidy except for a little dirt on his clothes.
"Who says I can't do it!" Song Ya stomped her feet angrily, and her body exploded.
Just as a killer was about to raise his gun, Song Ya crushed his throat.
Above the ruins, Song Ya flashed like a ghost. The killers could hardly catch her shadow and fell to the ground one by one.
Watching Song Ya killing everyone there, Zuo Han frowned secretly.
Zuo Han did not object to killing those people, but Song Ya's method seemed too cruel. At first, it was fine, just pinching the throat, shattering the organs, etc. But later on, Song Ya's method became too fierce.
More and more violent.
He had just crushed a person's head, turned around, reached into another person's chest, and pulled out the heart. And Song Ya's eyes were even more strangely scarlet.
In addition to not transforming, the fighting style is more and more similar to that of the cyborgs of the Blood Orchid organization.
Song Ya was wearing long-sleeved clothes. The fierce fighting caused the sky to shake slightly, and something could be vaguely seen inside. It looked like there were many bugs lying on her skin.
Are they both cyborgs?
While he was thinking about it, Song Ya had almost killed all the killers on the ruins.
When Song Ya turned around and saw Zuo Han, she rushed towards him without even thinking.
"Song Ya!!" Zuo Han roared loudly.
Song Ya was agitated, stopped in her tracks, and her eyes regained some clarity.
Seeing Zuo Han looking at her neck, Song Ya subconsciously tightened her collar.
Zuo Han was about to say something when bursts of mechanical roar suddenly came from the sky.
When I looked up, I saw a helicopter hovering over. From the cabin door, two heavy machine guns were mounted.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
The machine gun sprayed out a tongue of flame, making a popping sound on the ruins.
Zuo Han and Song Ya rolled to the side to avoid at the same time.
Perhaps realizing Song Ya's strength, the helicopter ignored Zuo Han and chased Song Ya with firepower from the two heavy machine guns. Only one guy with an automatic rifle fired at Zuo Han.
The helicopter had the air superiority and the firepower was fierce. Zuo Han and Song Ya seemed to be suppressed.
The helicopter was equipped with remote monitoring equipment. The battle situation here was transmitted through data to several streets away, and it was visible to little Charles.
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Looking at the computer monitor on his desk, little Charles was sweating like rain.
The helicopter seemed to have the advantage now, but Charles knew the attack was doomed to fail.
That terrifying woman's strength is almost as terrifying as the boss's messenger. How could such a person be killed by a bullet?
After hesitating for a moment, little Charles picked up the phone on the table...
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A few minutes later, in another neighborhood in Boston, in an antique villa.
"What a fool who can't hold up the wall with mud!" A teacup was crushed by a woman's hand. When it was released, fine powder flowed out.
And the owner of that palm... Marcona.
"If he wasn't still useful, he should be killed!" Makona said with anger on her face.
"Master, calm down!" Dongha, a level 6 biochemical man who had fought against Zuo Han, knelt on one knee in front of Makona. He bowed his head and said, "I have sent three soldiers there. I believe it will not affect the master.
plan."
Makona snorted, the anger on her face not diminishing.
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She is not angry that little Charles did not report the knowledge. To her, little Charles is just a useful dog. Even if something goes wrong, it will not really affect her. Using the technical funds of the Charles Group to rebuild the laboratory is just to
To appease those subordinates who follow him.
In Makona's heart, she didn't care about this at all. If she really cared so much, the laboratory in Thailand wouldn't be destroyed so easily.
Little Charles just bumped into the muzzle of her gun. What Marcona was really angry about now was another person. The person who once called her mother.
Liu Xiaoman yesterday, Sarah today.
The survival rate of biochemical humans cultivated in the laboratory is very low. The ones that Marcona uses best are those that have followed him for many years and have the potential to grow. People like Dong Ha have followed her since the Miao border in China.
But since Liu Xiaoman arrived in the United States, these biochemical people, who can be said to be direct lineages, have died in Liu Xiaoman's hands one after another. Those people who died in Liu Xiaoman's hands, Makona was originally going to send to Southeast Asia.
Used to deal with Zuo Han's followers.
The appearance of Zuo Han gave Marcona some sense of crisis. She was quite concerned about the holy power that Claudia had mentioned. The failure of the Black Forest Mercenary Group further confirmed this for her.
The failure of the mercenary group was within Makona's expectation. She originally wanted to wait until the news of the failure came, then send some cyborgs over to massacre Mandelin Island. But Liu Xiaoman's actions completely disrupted her plan.
arrange.
While she was angry, little Charles suddenly called, making Marcona even more irritable.
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Dongha glanced at the irritable Makona and said cautiously: "Master, there is one more thing that I would like to report to you."
"Say!" Marcona waved her hand.
Dong Ha bowed his head and said: "Before the destruction of Mandelein Island, the Black Forest mercenary group was still responsible for escorting George Charles. And now George Charles appears in Boston again, and his bodyguards have made Paul Charles' killers unable to do anything.
Returned with success. So I thought, could that bodyguard be Zuo Han?"
"Huh?" Marcona's eyes narrowed.
Dongha quickly lowered his head.
Dongha has followed Makona for many years and knows her master's temperament well.
Makona likes to use her wits and make various arrangements. For things that can be easily solved, she has to go around and make plans to show her "wisdom". She often forgets the previous ones because of too many arrangements.
Tangled together like a mess.
But in Blood Orchid, only Makona has the power to use her brain. If others want to show off, they can only go to the underworld to use their brain.
If Dongha wants to remind him, he has to say it in a roundabout way. If he speaks bluntly, Makona won't have any scruples just because he has been following him for a long time.
Makona thought for a while and said to Dongha: "If Zuo Han really comes, it may be difficult for others to deal with it. You go and catch those who can live, and those who can't, they will die."
Same thing."
"Yes." Dongha secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed the order. (To be continued...)