At the same time, in a luxurious suite of a four-star hotel in Geneva.→↖ .∷↙
Three shirtless burly men were sitting on the sofa, with fierce auras on their faces. They all had a huge dark green tattoo on their chest, which matched with the iron-like muscles all over their bodies.
He doesn't look like a guy to be trifled with.
On the coffee table in front of them were a variety of light and heavy weapons, including flash bombs.
Ranked tenth in the mercenary rankings, the third captain of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group.
However, at this moment, they all had a look of fear on their faces. They had received news of what happened a few minutes ago. The three mercenaries with stronger overall strength than them all returned in vain.
They were all rejoicing that the group was wiped out.
"That God of Death is not easy to mess with."
"Yes, it is said that he seems to have done "483" alone."
The faces of the three guys all became extremely embarrassed. If one person killed so many people, how powerful is the God of Death? Is he still a human?
"I don't believe it." One of the guys smoked a cigarette and shook his head, "If he has the power of death, I..."
"If so, what do you want to do?"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
The bodies of the three guys shook violently, and their faces became horrified. Even the cigarette butt in the smoking guy's mouth fell directly on his crotch, but he didn't seem to notice it. He just reached out and grabbed it like lightning.
call.
A cold light flashed.
puff.
Warm blood splashed.
"Ah." The guy screamed, his face became ferocious, and his entire right hand had been pierced by a dragon's tooth head and nailed to the coffee table.
call.
The other guy didn't hesitate, grabbed the chair next to him and smashed it over with his backhand.
boom.
Crash, sawdust flew.
Snapped.
What?
That guy's penis instantly widened, and his face was dull. How could this be possible? He smashed a solid wood chair with one punch? Where did this guy get such strong strength?
Grabbing the guy's neck with one hand, He Zhenzhong concentrated all his strength on his right hand, and then swung it violently.
call
Boom.
Wow.
The nearly 1.9 meter strong man was thrown away by He Zhenzhong with one hand, and suddenly hit the guy who grabbed a handful with his left hand. With a thud, the two of them landed heavily.
The third guy didn't fare well either. The moment he grabbed his head and pounced on him, He Zhenzhong kicked him in the stomach. The huge pain made him clenched his teeth. He stepped back a few steps and stepped on the two
This guy fell down with a thud.
The three people lay on the ground and did not dare to move, because He Zhenzhong had already grabbed one, and the black hole was facing them. Their faces were still filled with endless fear, and their bodies were cold. After all, they were retired from the French special forces.
Yes, unexpectedly, the three people were subdued in an instant. Moreover, despite such a big movement, their men hadn't come over yet, which made them feel a bad feeling in their hearts.
Click.
The leading guy looked at He Zhenzhong, "The God of Death?"
"Don't you want to kill me? As you wish, I'm here." He Zhenzhong shrugged and said softly.
The three guys turned pale and hurriedly spoke as if begging for mercy.
"We are not targeting you."
"Yes, yes, yes, we have been staying in the hotel."
"We'll leave right away."
He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all, "But you are finally here. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed, so let's hit the road." As he said that, he pressed his right index finger.
Da da da.
A tongue of fire spurted out.
As soon as the bodies of the three guys who wanted to fight desperately moved, they were enveloped, and a little bit of blood spattered. The three guys were directly beaten into a sieve, but their eyes were still wide open, and they refused to close their eyes. They did not expect that this god of death was so domineering.
At this point, they just wanted to kill him and didn't take action. This guy wanted to kill them. It was so bullying.
Clang.
He Zhenzhong threw it away, turned around, and left the suite. He had already destroyed the surveillance cameras in the corridor, and he did not want to leave any actual evidence for the Swiss police. The doors of the two rooms next door were still slightly open, and he could vaguely see
Inside was a body with its neck cut off.
At 1:05 in the morning, the Wild Wolf mercenary group ranked tenth in the mercenary rankings was wiped out...
After leaving the hotel and changing his clothes, He Zhenzhong pried open a car, started it, and left calmly.
Fifteen minutes later.
In a lively bar, colorful lights flashed and loud music continued to play. On the dance floor, drunken men and women twisted their bodies to their heart's content and squandered their youth.
On stage.
A young man with glasses, dyed silver hair, and a somewhat coquettish air was holding the microphone in his left hand, holding a blond beauty in a three-point style with his right hand, and was yelling at the top of his lungs.
However, there was a hint of clarity in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was not as crazy as he seemed, and he was always on high alert and his muscles were tense.
Number 15 on the killer list, silver-haired, good at disguise, likes to hang out in bars, and has sex with all the girls.
As if she was treating him like a steel pipe, the blonde beauty kept dancing enchantingly around him, with her hands groping around his vagina and feet, but she quickly felt something was wrong. Why was her
Can't touch that handsome guy's face? Instead, it's a bit sticky?
She raised her head, and her hazy eyes suddenly widened. Her drunkenness disappeared all of a sudden, and her face was full of panic. Her body kicked back, fell to the ground with a thud, and sat on the ground, kicking her feet on the ground, panicked.
Back up.
"Ah." 0.1
Terrified screams rang out.
The whole bar suddenly became a mess, and the young men and women had frightened looks on their faces and kept retreating.
On stage.
The guy's head was completely gone, leaving only his bloody neck. It looked bloody and extremely ferocious. The headless body fell on the stage with a thud.
On one side of the bar, He Zhenzhong had already put away his clothes and left towards the bar amid the flustered flow of people.
At 1:20 in the morning, the 15th killer on the list, silver hair, died.
As He Zhenzhong continued to take action, Geneva, a city known as the capital of peace, fell into a huge panic. In particular, the agents of the Swiss Ministry of National Security had a headache.