Chapter 273

Su Ming stood quietly on the top of a small building. The darkness integrated him with the eaves. He waited for the movement of the city. As long as the three women started, he would immediately attack an anti-aircraft gun position not far away.

He took off his helmet, and the symbiont that covered his face faded, revealing his face and skin.

The air is cool as the breeze blows.

He felt the slightly damp veil of the night, and there was no smell of flowers, only the smell of iron and blood.

The city is very quiet, not even dog barking, but sporadic gunshots are heard from time to time, but it is impossible to confirm who the victims are.

Su Ming doesn't have any expression. The battlefield is like this. He can connive at Holloway's compassion to maintain the unity of the team and maintain a good image in front of the X-Men, but he doesn't need compassion.

He's a fighter, a killer, and compassion for strangers is a luxury.

He can pretend to be an ordinary person, be a boss, a cousin, or a good man...

this is the atmosphere of the world. He is imitating the masked people here, so that he will not be too out of place and be rejected by the world.

But in fact, he has been using these appearances to cover up his plans, and these plans, when others unknowingly, are all carried out according to the idea of the death knell.

His mind has always been very calm. Symbiosis and deicide are not enough to influence his will. Even saving the world is only the first step of a huge plan. He wants to pull the world back to his familiar time line and take what he wants.

There are no stars and no moon in the sky. There are only enemies. Under the sky of this city, he is enemies on all sides.

"Boom

The distant roar of the explosion broke the silence of the night. Almost in a flash, all the searchlights of the airship pointed there, and the flames of the explosion rose in the air among the numerous lamp posts.

"An oil depot, has it started..."

Su Ming buttoned his helmet, and the symbiosis began to spread on his face. He felt like a cold hand touching his face, but he soon became one with himself.

A series of luminous numbers passed through the red eyepiece of the helmet. The self-test was completed and the tactical eyepiece was activated.

Jump directly from the small building, magic floating cloak with him to the enemy, in the dark night, he is silent.

Death knell, action.

In fact, the anti-aircraft gun position only occupied a small garden, surrounded by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving a passage in and out.

On both sides of the passage, two simple wooden single rooms were erected, where the sentry was.

But generally, no one would like to curl up in it. It was originally used to hide from the rain. On such a fine day as today, even the well-trained German army would not require the sentinels to stand by in the kiosks.

At this time, there are two German, together standing on the side of the road, smoking and chatting.

One of them was older, maybe even a veteran of World War I. He was telling young people around him what happened during the day.

In his vivid description, there is a humanoid monster in black and yellow armor who kills them so much that even the five meter high steel soldiers are eaten raw.

The young people were scared to shiver. Even if they went to the battlefield and killed many people, they were cannibalism. It was terrible.

I've only heard that Hydra has the habit of cannibalism. Does the enemy have it?

However, in fact, the veterans did not gather around at all. The experienced veterans would not go near the explosion site.

At the time of the incident, he just climbed up the relatively high building near here, looked at the fountain square, and then processed the past by himself to scare the recruits for fun.

The recruits were completely frightened by the story. If you think about it carefully, you will realize that they are air defense forces, and they have no chance to be on the front line.

"Is it really that terrible?"

The recruits were shivering and smoking. He was just a small citizen in a small city. Enlisting in the army was the worship of the head of state and a breath in his chest.

"Hey, don't you believe it. You can see what kind of monster weapons we have. It's not normal that the enemy makes similar weapons?"

The old soldier slowly puffed out a ring of smoke and stood side by side with the new recruit. They looked at the road. His wrinkled face showed an expression of resentment, as if he was angry because the recruits were disobedient.

It's like in the first World War, the British first invented the tank. After it was found to be very useful, all countries soon had it.

"No, I don't believe it, old Hans. What's that monster like?"

It's boring to stand guard at night, especially in Paris. If the veteran doesn't talk to him, it's too hard tonight.The veteran scratched his head, how to make it up... I didn't see it clearly at that time.

"In a word, that monster can grow a lot of tails from the back of its buttocks, and the tail can also use various weapons. I saw with my own eyes that the tail can drive a tank and drive the tank directly into the monster's mouth."

"Really? What else? " The recruits feel a little wrong. Isn't that surreal? Are all allied soldiers monsters?

"That strange man is very ugly. Half of his body is black and half yellow. He has no human appearance at all. If he grabs a person, he will bite his head or his leg first. It depends on your luck." The old soldier's mouth is flying. What's the rationality? It doesn't exist.

"What does it have to do with luck?" The recruit asked another question.

"If you bite your head first, you will die more happily; if you bite off your leg first, you will die more painfully." The old soldier raised his head and spoke quietly, slowly spitting out a mouthful of smoke, as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes.

The recruits scratched their necks and felt uncomfortable. The night wind blew through the trees around them. The leaves rustled and surrounded them like dark ghosts.

He felt a little chilly, as if he was being watched by some ghost.

"Don't worry, though the strange man is powerful, he must not be the opponent of our great head of state. We will certainly win!"

The old soldier patted the new soldier on the shoulder, but found that the recruit fell straight down, his face full of panic, his eyes wide open, and his breath was gone.

He fell on the soft lawn without even making any sound.

The veteran squatted down and touched his neck, checking for any wounds and trying to shoot a warning.

However, at this time, he noticed that a pair of strange feet appeared in front of him...

the owner of those feet seemed to be closely behind them, listening to them all the time, but he didn't feel anything.

There was no breath, no sound, no soul. The man was completely connected to the night.

He looked up slowly, his eyes moving up from his steel boots. In the dark, he saw the warning colors of black and yellow, and the scarlet one eye.

Then he felt his eyes spin, and everything was gone.

That's the last color he sees.

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