That's a missile. How could it be gone without any warning?
"Is there something wrong with the monitoring?"
one tribesman asked.
The intelligence officer shook his head.
"There was no problem with the monitoring, but the missile suddenly disappeared."
Garrett immediately said: "Bring up the picture of the missile disappearing."
The intelligence officer immediately took control.
All their monitoring is done with the help of European satellites spread across the sky.
As veteran nobles, they have more authority over these satellites than even the owners of the satellites.
Soon, the intelligence officer brought up the picture of the missile news.
Everyone gathered around to watch.
On the screen, the missile was flying at high altitude, and it was obvious that a civilian airliner was flying towards the opposite side.
In a second at most, the missile can hit the plane, turning the plane worth hundreds of millions of meters of gold into fireworks in the sky together with the hundreds of people inside.
However……
At this time, a ray of light suddenly flew from the opposite side, splitting the missile in half.
The two halves of the missile rolled to both sides, and the civilian airliner flew through the middle without any incident.
"Enlarge the picture."
Garrett ordered.
The technician quickly enlarged the picture.
hiss……
The hall was filled with gasps of air.
That light turned out to be a sword.
An ordinary-looking long sword.
"Sword-cutting missile! Sword-cutting missile!"
Garrett muttered to himself, his face turning gray.
The others were also frightened and did not dare to speak.
"He once chopped off ten missiles with one sword at the Asian Martial Arts Conference. I thought the Chinese martial arts community was deliberately bragging about him, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Garrett sighed.
"Huh, so what if you can cut off the missiles. All the mercenaries and dark killers are dispatched. I don't believe I can't kill him."
A tribesman shouted.
"Yes. With so many people taking action, even if he is a real god, he will definitely die."
Other tribesmen agreed one after another.
…
Europe, in a hidden valley.
"Boss, is our goal this time very powerful? The Dracula family actually gave such a condition."
A naked upper body white man with a three-headed dragon tattoo was playing with a rocket launcher in his hand and said with a cigar in his mouth.
Beside him, there were dozens of heavily armed soldiers, large and small, all checking their weapons.
Three-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group.
Ranked thirteenth on the mercenary list of the Black List, it belongs to a large mercenary group, mainly active in Europe, and takes on tasks targeting large forces or even countries.
In the black list of mercenaries, the top ten are super large mercenary groups, 11 to 100 are large mercenary groups, and those after 100 are small and medium-sized mercenary groups.
Even though the Three-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group is ranked thirteenth, ten places behind Black Blood, their weapons and equipment are not bad, including the standard equipment of the American army, Humvee armored vehicles, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and shoulder-mounted equipment.
Missiles, etc. are all available.
The only thing missing is a top expert.
"Of course he is very powerful. This person is the world's top master. People like us are not even qualified to fill a gap in our teeth. Otherwise, how could the Dracula family give such good conditions?"
Mickey, the leader of the Three-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group, said.
"Damn, one billion euros. How much money did our entire regiment earn after fighting life and death for so many years? Let's fight! No matter how powerful the opponent is, can he still fight against missiles?"
The strong man slapped his thigh and said.
Everyone around started laughing.
Aren't they going through life and death just for money? As long as they have money, let alone a master, even an American consul, they will kill for everyone to see.
Although the Three-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group does not have top masters, it is not that they have never dealt with such masters.
When it comes to fighting martial arts masters, each mercenary group has its own unique method.
Mickey said: "I have contacted the arms dealer and will send us the latest missiles from the United States. When everyone comes together, even if he is a god, he will die..."
"Boss, look here."
A shout interrupted Mickey's words.
Mickey said displeased: "What's wrong?"
The mercenary responsible for gathering intelligence was holding the receiver, his hands shaking.
Everyone quickly gathered around him.
I saw on the receiver, a missile flying in the air was split open by a ray of light.
hiss……
Everyone gasped.
Everyone looked horrified.
"What's this?"
The strong white man asked loudly.
"This is the intelligence that has just come out from the Dracula family. The Black Blood mercenary group used cruise missiles to attack the target's civilian airliner, but it was split open by the target's sword."
"What?"
Everyone was immediately shocked.
"Impossible! No one in the world can split a missile by himself. That's a missile."
"That's right. It's absolutely fake. Even if you are in the divine realm, you can't have this kind of ability."
The mercenaries said one after another.
Mickey's face was extremely ugly:
"There are people who can split missiles with swords. I thought they were blowing it up, but I didn't expect it to be true."
"You mean, our target is...Yang Yifei?"
The strong white man suddenly exclaimed.
Mickey nodded.
"We can't even deal with the missiles. Aren't we going to die if we go up there?"
shouted the strong white man.
"It's just that the Dracula family went too far. They didn't even mention that the target was so powerful."
Other mercenaries complained.
"Stop the mission. This is no longer something we can interfere with."
Mickey said decisively.
Everyone in the Three-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, no matter how good the money is, you still have to live to enjoy it.
Sudden……
A long howl sounded in the distance.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Several behemoths jumped down from the top of the mountain and rushed into the crowd with lightning speed, so fast that they didn't even have a chance to shoot.
"Wolves! So many wolves!"
A mercenary screamed loudly.
These wolves, all as big and round as calves, ran rampant and even overturned armored vehicles.
"It's not a wolf, it's a werewolf!"
Mickey recognized it immediately.
After dealing with the dark world for so many years, they all know whether there are werewolves or not.
"Fight back, fight back."
Mickey ordered loudly.
But the werewolves that rushed towards them all had the strength of fighting masters, and the two leading ones had already reached the level of demigods.
As for the three-headed dragon mercenary group, the strongest person, Mickey, is also a demigod.
These werewolves burst into the crowd, killing everyone like tigers into a flock of sheep, and quickly slaughtered everyone.
The result of the three-headed dragon mercenary group's counterattack was not just a few injuries.
"Why?"
Mickey fell to the ground and asked unwillingly.
There was a big hole in his chest and his heart was taken out by the werewolf. He should have died long ago.
But if he didn't ask clearly, he would not be willing to die.
"You should not try to disturb the master."
The leader of the werewolf said.
"Master? The legend is indeed true. He really conquered the werewolf clan."
Mickey's eyes gradually fell into darkness.
His heart was filled with endless regret and deep hatred for the Dracula family.
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