Chapter 54 The End Is Coming (Part 4)

Charlotte Holmes' light grey eyes reflected the flickering fireworks, and her eyes seemed to be floating.

The large cloud of smoke and black shadows in front flashed back and forth, and from time to time there was a sharp sound of metal cutting, followed by the screams of the soldiers of the extermination troops, followed by the broken limbs covered in hard and fragile armor, mixed with blood clots like ice chips, and splashed out, like bright red rubies dripping on the ground, still emitting a trace of cold air.

The officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau seemed to be accustomed to it. They picked up the broken limbs one by one in an orderly manner and put them into a wooden box filled with ice.

The gray-haired old man who obviously had a superior position in the Anti-Suppression Bureau slowly walked out of the shadows, and the thick glasses on his nose seemed to radiate a merciless glow like the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

He said with appreciation: "You did a good job this time, Charlotte - you finally lived up to the noble name of Sherlock Holmes."

The female detective looked at the tragic fighting scene looming in the smoke, and asked worriedly: "Uncle Jack, is the arrest operation really okay?"

Old Jack smiled contemptuously, "Oh - you underestimate the power of the Anti-Suppression Bureau too much."

The same picture falls into the eyes of people of different identities, representing completely different meanings.

In the eyes of the female detective, it is an extremely dangerous arrest operation. Facing such a brutal leader of the Flash Blade, the soldiers of the Suppression Force can ignore the fear of death and rush into the smoke one after another, but the result is just a drop in the bucket... Often they have to pay the price of disability or even sacrifice to barely drag this beast in desperate situation.

"There is obviously a better way, why let the soldiers take the risk of close combat?"

But in the eyes of the old man, these sacrificed soldiers, broken armor, and consumed equipment...are all inferior to the blade-phase user who has accumulated at least the third mark. The other party's pure body, which is nourished by the blade phase and winter phase and has not encountered the color of the virtual world to pollute the light in the skull, is a top-notch material whether it is used for ritual arrangement, performing invisible arts, or as food for banquets!

How can the life of a mortal compare with this precious material? ! Besides, these mortals who were injured in the war can still be recycled and reused...

But he couldn't tell his distant niece these words, so he changed his words: "Eliminating the supernatural threats hidden in London is the duty of the extermination team. They have been determined to die for this since they joined."

Charlotte Holmes looked at Uncle Jack, who once held her in her arms when she was a child, with her peripheral vision. Suddenly, she felt that he was so strange, and was very different from the uncle who would use a gentle tone to make her laugh in her memory.

While they were talking, the smelly river wind blew, and the smoke in the field gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the battle scene.

The muddy river soil turned red under the stain of a large amount of blood, and broken limbs and broken pieces of flesh were scattered in the pool of blood. Several seriously injured soldiers of the extermination team fell to the ground and were dying.

Their hard armor, which was theoretically strong enough to withstand small-caliber bullets, had long been torn and tattered. The originally smooth and shiny plate armor was covered with shocking claw marks and blade edges, and the flesh inside was clearly seen to be constantly oozing blood.

The blood dyed the silver armor with a cruel color and dripped onto the ground.

What's more, the pointed breastplates were all sunken, with deep fist marks on the surface, and painful groans came from the bloody face armor... But even so, they still used up their last bit of strength, raised their guns and pulled the trigger towards the target in the center of the field.

The special bullets should be enough to penetrate the flesh of the deformed, but they could only bloom faint blood flowers on the surface of the Flash Blade Cult, and then they could not go any further.

The target of this extermination, William McKenna, was also scarred at this moment. His muscles were inlaid with bullets with special powers, which were constantly wearing away his physical strength and energy, making him feel unusually tired.

The desperate attack of the burly heavily armored soldier holding the thick-bladed broadsword with the power of the lamp phase just now really caused him great harm. At this moment, a deep bloody blade cut was opened on his chest. The wound spread from the left shoulder to the right waist and abdomen, and then extended horizontally to the left waist and abdomen, like a twisted L letter.

A large piece of flesh and blood rolled up. Because the winter phase protected and stopped the bleeding, the rolled flesh and blood looked particularly ruddy and covered with a thin layer of frost, which was quite similar to the iced beef rolls Watson saw in the hot pot restaurant in the future.

With such a serious injury and such a deep wound, the chest cavity was almost exposed to the air, but the ribs of this blade leader had been transformed into deformed bone armor like plate armor!

This hard bone plate comparable to a steel plate is now riddled with holes, and the special bullets are like embellished colors painted on the gray and pale surface.

But the rib bone plate could only barely protect the organs in the chest. The digestive system in the lower part of his torso had already fallen out along the horrible wound that almost cut him in half. William McConaughey held the thick, long and twisted intestine upside down in his hand.

William McConaughey was really a ruthless man. He was not only cruel to his enemies, but also extremely cruel to others who treated him.

He actually took out the two broken intestines, tangled them together and tied a knot in front of the anti-suppression bureau agents who were gradually surrounding him, and then stuffed them back into the abdominal cavity with an expressionless face.

His expression was relaxed, as if what he was twisting and tangling in his hands was not his intestines, but a broken rope on the roadside, and what he stuffed into his abdomen was not an empty cabinet.

Swoosh, swoosh, bang - while William was busy with rope art, four bullets of different calibers and models were already shooting at him, one far away and three near. A six-sided bullet should have hit his forehead, but because of his deeply buried head, it deviated and rubbed a deep blood mark along his temple.

The other three bullets were shot out in a triangular array, one embedded in William's nose, and two hit the other's teeth, scratching out sparks, tearing the corners of the Flash Blade Cult Leader's mouth and expanding it into a creepy arc, like a clown with laughing makeup in a circus.

William licked his almost broken teeth with the tip of his tongue. He faced the approaching Anti-Suppression Bureau troops. The dazzling light emitted by the round pupils in the two mirrors made him squint his eyes. He felt that his reason was gradually melting away, and his emotions were gradually disintegrating... All of this was dedicated to the pleasure of a great existence.

His wound was like a tangible door opening, and the vitality of life was quietly passing through it. The strong light dripped on his muscles and bones, as if the sharp flesh tongue of the barb was licking his nerves and snatching the light in his skull.

But even in such a desperate situation, William McConaughey was still unwilling to give up resistance. Pain was the source of strength, and he was still patiently looking for a glimmer of life.

The blade mark engraved in the depths of his spirit was excited! ! !

He would rather die than surrender! ! !

He felt a kind of passionate momentum raging in his heart, and the pain and torture caused anger to explode in his soul. This nameless fire was not just a dying emotion, but a certain power that existed, which was exactly the power he had been longing for!

William clenched his teeth like a door closing, and his tongue muscles contracted like a spring to store power, and then suddenly stretched out, with the tip of his tongue curled up and hit his front teeth, and the teeth that were about to break suddenly broke and splashed.

His throat was hoarse and muffled, like thunder exploding on the ground, and the tangible sound waves rolled up violent ripples in the field, and circles of sharp ripples like blades spread outward, leaving a horizontal blood mark on the throat of the ritual performer, leaving a cut mark on the armor of the extermination team, and knocking the surrounding Anti-Suppression Bureau operators to the ground.

At the same time, this violent sound wave secretly wrapped the broken teeth and shot out like a bullet, directly hitting the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

Two screams of pain came from the void, and the glowing blood flowed out from the cracks in the mirror, and the field was once again shrouded in shadows.

William McConaughey took advantage of the dim light at this moment, his mind regained clarity, and the rage seemed to leave him.

He immediately stomped on the ground and jumped back, carrying the six-sided bullets that followed the darkness, and was about to rush into the grass behind him and escape to the river bank.

Diving into the river and leaving this place was the only thought of the Flash Blade Cult leader who still had a trace of reason.

However, when he passed through the lush grass, he saw that the troops of the Anti-Suppression Bureau had already stayed on the river bank. They filled a simple defense line with sandbags, and rifled rifles were set up on the defense line, pulling the trigger towards the target that broke through.

The dense bullets were like a heavy rain, all falling on William McConaughey, his ribs were shattered like spider webs, his intestines were completely broken into several pieces, and his body was inlaid with dense bullets like a honeycomb dripping with honey.

The battle scenes always felt a little underwritten...