Scarlet Falls

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and a truck that had been prepared for a long time quietly drove out of the scrap iron city.

We took the channel that had been prepared long ago, so we didn’t have to worry about meeting people from the patrol team. However, the truck still drove very fast. In the middle of the night, we almost didn’t dare to turn on the lights. We rushed all the way along the weedy path. From time to time, blood dripped down from the bucket.

"Hurry, Pastor Chen can't hold on anymore."

Even so, there were still people in the carriage urging him anxiously.

Through the moonlight shining in the sky, you can see inside the carriage a group of people who look capable but embarrassed.

There are eight or nine of them, two of them are wearing close-fitting nun combat uniforms, another is wearing a priest-shaped costume, and the rest have a tough aura, and even have rows of bullets wrapped around their bodies. They should be Mercenaries in the wilderness.

Originally, their firepower was enough to scare a gathering of more than 300 people in the wilderness.

But now, all they can see is embarrassment and misery.

The two people wearing nun uniforms had large blood stains on their bodies.

On the shoulders and chest, it seems that wounds that have not yet healed can be seen, and blood is constantly pouring out.

The priest was almost disemboweled from the middle.

Two tubes of life injections had been injected into his body, but blood still poured out from his chest and mouth.

"Who are you fighting against?"

The woman driving the car in front was wearing a silver-gray business suit and rimless glasses.

She was wearing fishnet stockings and red high heels, but she had the same temperament as the nun in the carriage.

She saw the miserable situation of everyone in the carriage from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but whisper: "Two instructors, three deacons, plus the assistance of the mercenary group and sufficient ammunition, and even prepared two more Only a rocket launcher, a detailed plan..."

"It was completely defeated in less than an hour?"

"..."

"five minutes!"

There was no sound in the back compartment, and it took a long time before anyone spoke.

The professional woman driving in front of her suddenly raised her head and glanced in the rearview mirror.

I saw a person wearing a battle nun uniform with a livid face and said, "It took an hour to set up the trap and wait."

"The real fight only lasts five minutes."

"Our original plan was to last for an hour, and even look for opportunities to eliminate the target, but we were defeated in less than five minutes. In addition, the time it took us to evacuate from the hospital and the time to prevent the other party from tracking the whole process, Maybe only three minutes.”

"..."

The nun driving in front shook her hand and almost lost control of the truck.

"How can it be?"

At this moment, she only had this thought: "There are still such strong people in Scrap Iron City?"

"Not surprising at all."

At this time, another battle nun spoke. A large amount of blood was still flowing out from the left side of her neck. The wound seemed to be trying hard to heal, but every time it was about to heal, she broke away again, and a waterfall-like Blood fell between his chests.

"After all, he was the former leader of the White Ghost Knights..."

She stretched out her hand and wiped her neck, only to see blood all over her hands, her face was indifferent:

"The Patriarch once said that if he had been willing to bow his head at that time, perhaps he would be the Patriarch of the Ninth Order now."

"But whatever."

She took a faint look around her. The dead wilderness seemed to be hiding endless sneaks. The grass was taller than a person, and she didn't know what ferocious beasts or monsters were hidden in it. But looking at such a scene, she felt a sense of security in her heart. Feeling, he whispered:

"We came out alive and got his latest strength data, which can be regarded as a credit..."

"..."

"But the mission failed..."

The professional woman driving in front didn't expect her to be so optimistic and reminded her in a low voice.

But the nun who spoke gave her a cold look and said:

"Do you really think that someone like the dean would not have expected the failure of our mission?"

"Before we started this task, he already knew the opponent's strength and also knew our strength."

"So, no matter what the task is, as long as we do it with all our strength, we will definitely be able to achieve the strategic goal of the dean."

"..."

The other nun and the professional woman driving in front were silent. They seemed not to have thought about the problem from this perspective, but they did not dare to refute.

The disparity in strength was so terrifying that they didn't even feel unwilling to do so.

Now we can only go back first and see the leader of the cult before we talk...

But just when this idea came up, there was a crunch and the speeding truck suddenly stopped.

The stop was so urgent that the people in the car almost fell down and their wounds were reopened.

"what happened?"

They immediately became wary and looked at the woman driving in front of them.

"Front……"

The woman in the driver's seat just breathed slightly, pointed forward, and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

Everyone stood up, squinted their eyes, looked forward, and then their pupils shrank violently.

The weather was a bit gloomy and the surroundings were dark.

Even though there was a semicircle moon above their heads, it was obscured by layers of haze, making the light extremely dark. Without the truck's lights on, they could barely see. After a few seconds, they saw the seven stars ahead. Eight meters away, a car was parked.

A tall and sturdy modified Jeep was blocked in the middle of the rugged road, silent.

Everyone fell silent for a moment and stared at the car.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the dim moonlight overhead falling slightly.

Just as everyone in the car was tensing up, they saw a light yellow thing sticking out of the car. Everyone's pupils shrank, and they realized that it was actually a tattered little jack-o'-lantern that had been stepped on. The outside of the car window swayed gently up and down.

"Brothers and sisters, you crushed the little jack-o-lantern under your feet, can you help me fix it?"

"..."

In the carriage, a man raised his voice and seemed to say it with a hint of ridicule.

Everyone looked at each other, their hairs standing up uncontrollably: "Where did this madman come from in the middle of the night?"

"Snapped!"

In panic, the professional lady driving in front suddenly turned on her car lights.

Two beams of light shone forward, shrouding the silent beast-like jeep under the light source, making it clearer.

At the same time, he asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

"Why don't you have any sense of humor?"

In the jeep, a somewhat dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did everyone see that there was a young man who looked young sitting in the car.

He leaned on the driver's seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

The strong light from the front of the car penetrated the glass, and people could see clearly that he was mumbling, and he was slowly retracting the hand holding the lantern.

"Okay, no more joking."

There was a smile on his face and he looked very polite:

"Everyone, I suspect that you are related to the attack in Scrap Iron City, and I would like to ask you to come back with me to investigate."

"So, hand over your weapons and stand in line?"

"..."

Everyone in the car was shocked at the same time. The professional woman driving the car narrowed her eyes: "Did Ouyang ask you to come?"

The young man in the car shook his head slowly and said with a smile: "My sense of justice brought me here."

"..."

The people in the truck on the opposite side were suddenly speechless.

The next moment, several mercenaries suddenly stood up in the carriage and picked up the submachine guns and automatic rifles that were still intact in their arms.

If they are definitely enemies, there is nothing more to say.

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The bullets roared in and hit the jeep firmly, causing little sparks.

There were countless white spots on the front window of the car in an instant, but it was not penetrated and shattered immediately.

It's just that the huge firepower coming towards them is still very shocking.

The head pendant hanging on the rearview mirror suddenly woke up in fear and kept shaking back and forth.

"Why are everyone I meet so uncooperative?"

In the carriage, Wei Wei muttered helplessly, but couldn't help but smile: "There's really no way..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his palm and bit the tiger's mouth.

Modifying the Jeep's bulletproof glass can hold up for a while, but it obviously won't be able to withstand such firepower for too long.

There are already pitted frost spots in many places, which may break into pieces in the next moment.

On the other hand, the people on the opposite side, under such strong firepower, could no longer clearly see Wei Wei's movements in the carriage at this time.

And he took this opportunity to slowly raise the gun in his hand.

In the wound, blood gradually seeped into the gun body, and the gun body began to undergo ferocious and mysterious changes.

It seems that some kind of energy is filling the gun, brewing crazily.

It takes three seconds to recharge.

Wei Wei suddenly pulled the trigger, and a ball of blood exploded from the muzzle.

The bulletproof glass of the car's front window, which was already overwhelmed, was shattered in advance by Wei Wei's shot in the car. A demon-hunting bullet type 1, with the blessing of twisted bloodshot, suddenly flew out of the jeep, and then went straight. The bombardment hit the truck.

…

…

Wei Wei didn't even aim when he fired.

Under the strong fire and fierce firepower of the other party, he could not see the other party clearly and was afraid to aim.

Therefore, when he fired, he just relied on his memory to point to the direction of the truck, and then used his scarlet ability to continuously bless the bullet in the gun chamber, doing his best to bless the power of this bullet. To the strongest level.

He couldn't even shoot a second bullet with the same bullet within three minutes.

But as soon as this bullet blasted out, a horrifying scene immediately appeared.

The blood looked even brighter under the opponent's bright light.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the truck, and then immediately rushed in. A "bang" sound interrupted the gear of the professional woman driving in front, and then passed through the thick compartment compartment and rushed in. into a somewhat crowded truck bed.

One shot broke the thigh of the mercenary who fired, and grazed the waist of a battle nun.

Then she cut off half of the head of the priest who was still injured in her arms.

Finally, it passed through the carriage and flew into the grass in the distance.

Like a sharp sword, it instantly penetrated the entire car.

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