266 Chapter 263: Visitors from Hell

"What are we doing following this group of people?"

Looking at the six heavily armed men in black from a distance, and the two large nylon pockets they carried in their hands, Lorna was curious.

"The bags contained two humans."

Without waiting for Seb's answer, Wanda suddenly opened her eyes, dispersed the scarlet glow in her hands, and frowned.

"Kidnapping, vendetta, or blackmail."

In response, Lorna said she was not surprised: "This kind of thing can be too common in Hell's Kitchen, what's strange?"

According to a certain Kryptonian who wished to remain anonymous, an average of more than twenty people in Hell's Kitchen would not see the sun the next night and become nameless corpses floating in the Hudson River, and some could not even find their bodies.

"This is no ordinary kidnapping."

Browsing through the video collected by the surveillance probes he installed in various hidden corners, Cyber tone gloomy: "For the last half month, this group of people will go out every midnight, to the streets to those single punks, or drug addicts forcibly kidnapped to this apartment.

The next morning, a large truck will come and transport these kidnapped people away.

In just half a month, they have kidnapped 164 people."

"So many people?"

Pietro was astonished, "Why didn't anyone call the police or notice that something was wrong?"

"These people are not ordinary street punks, they are all well-trained and prepared.

The equipment in their hands is the active equipment of the U.S. Army Special Forces, and their bodies exude the iron-blooded temperament that only comes from having experienced real battlefields, veterans from Afghanistan."

Quickly browsing the information of this group of people, Seb frowned more and more tightly: "Their anti-surveillance ability is extremely strong, and their actions are also quite cautious, that's why they have not been discovered by the local forces.

Besides, it's just a dozen people missing every day, which is really more than normal for Hell's Kitchen."

"The other side is the military, or some secret agency?"

Knowing this information, Lorna did not hesitate in the slightest, and directly put this cauldron on the American Empire official.

"No."

Shaking his head, denying his girlfriend's guess, a trace of doubt appeared in Seb's eyes, "It's a private arm under New York's oil tycoon, Earl Gustav."

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After going through heavy checks, entering the apartment and handing over the nylon pockets in his hands to the specialized personnel, Colin led his team members and quickly arrived in the middle of the lobby on the first floor: "Sir, mission accomplished."

"How many times have I told you, Colin."

In the middle of the dimly lit hall, a middle-aged white man with sunglasses and a hawk nose, sitting on the main seat, said indifferently: "We left the army long ago, and I am no longer your chief, call me 'Marshall', or 'supervisor ' will do."

"Yes, sir."

Colin replied honestly without looking away.

"Forget it, clean up."

Showing a helpless expression, Marshall finished the last sip of whiskey, turned the little brother next to him and instructed, "This is the last batch of goods, later the transport 'pig' truck will arrive early, then we will follow along with the evacuation."

'Cackle ~!'

The door in front of the hall was twisted and deformed, and in an instant it was torn open from the middle by a huge invisible force.

Immediately after, a tall figure wearing a tight charcoal black battlesuit slowly came from outside the door, stretched out a slender finger, aimed at the crowd in the field: "In addition to your weapons!"

The next moment, whether guns or daggers, or grenades with metal parts and other special equipment, as if really under a magic spell, coincidentally flew out from their original owners and hovered in mid-air.

''Click-click-click ......''

Immediately afterwards, they turned their direction and surrounded their original owners, displaying their most hideous side.

"Who are you?"

Even surrounded by dozens of hundreds of weapons, Marshall's face still maintained its original appearance and calmly said.

"That should be asked by me, Cronin Marshall."

The hoarse female voice processed by the voice changer came out from the helmet, completely unable to hear any similarity with Lorna's voice: "What exactly do you and your master want to do?"

"Officials?"

Being told of his identity in one breath, Marshall's pupils shrank slightly and said in a cold voice: "Finish her off!"

Receiving the order, the four men in black standing behind Marshall's body expanded rapidly, growing into small giants over two meters tall in the blink of an eye, their bodies emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

'Bang bang bang -' 'Da da da da -'... ...

In the next instant, all kinds of gunfire sounded wildly in the hall, while the guns manipulated by the invisible force gulped up a smattering of tongues of fire, pouring the bullets in their bodies unreservedly on the group of black-clad people in front of them.

The moment the other side gave that command, Lorna did not hesitate to pull the trigger, anyway, this group of people have been marked by Alita as a black name, to kill them will not have any psychological burden.

But the result was not as expected.

After the gunfire stopped, the ground had been stained red with blood, carrying a dozen or so bodies shot into a hornet's nest horizontally, but in the middle of the bodies, but five tall voices still standing in place.

"Quick silver, hostages rescued yet?"

Looking at the five monsters in front of him, who constantly expelled bullet heads from with their bodies, Lorna's heart fluttered and whispered.

"Has rescued nine, there is still one left, but here there is actually a monster that can not be beaten."

'Pietro this encounter with this kind of monster in front of him?'

Hearing this, Lorna frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Their original plan was to draw attention to themselves from the front, capturing the enemy alive by the way, and let Quick Silver go to rescue those kidnapped hostages, while the witch stayed outside to prevent the enemy from escaping, or any other changes.

However, I did not expect that the change was in the group they had to deal with.

Flaming goat's hooves, dry and cracked skin, orange pupils, a pair of rebellious horns on the forehead, and the lingering smell of sulfur.

Looking at the monster the guy named Marshall had turned into made Lorna unconsciously think of a legendary creature: "A demon?"

"Bingo!"

Tearing off his tattered suit, revealing the tawny muscles like flesh tumors, Marshall grinned: "You know too much, mortal."

Immediately, with a big wave of his hand, he greeted his men and ran wildly towards the woman in black in front of him.

"Hey, it's really the devil."

After confirming the other party's true identity, Lorna not only did not show any fear, but instead smiled slightly: "I'd like to see how different you mythical creatures really are."

After studying with Seb for close to two years, she had completely transformed from her original Christian into a staunch gnostic and atheist.

Just like her own boyfriend said, these so-called 'demons' are just creatures with a slightly more advanced life form than humans, and are not fundamentally different from that group of Asgardians.

If you get killed, you die!