23:15:45.
He Yu drove his nearly totaled SUV away from the garden. The night was murky and obscured by the smoke of gunpowder, and the wreckage lay buried in the darkness, forgotten by all.
In half an hour, he was beheaded dozens of times. Although most of his injuries had healed, Adam's characteristics still left a purplish-red mark that extended all the way into his collar. In 659's words, it had to savor the new flavor, so it couldn't be erased for the time being.
Of course, those two didn't get away with it either. Adam was almost torn to pieces by Sheen, and that crazy woman, who looked like she was dying, showed no mercy when she got going, practically tearing the entire highway apart.
As for Sergio, although he talks a lot of stupid things, He Yu understood that if you call him BO5, he really has the ability to push himself into a corner, and he's not kidding.
Both of them now knew that the so-called special agents knew where they were going, but regardless of whether the mastermind behind it would get angry, everyone had made their decision.
This opening battle is temporarily over.
The car's terminal received an anonymous text message, the source of which could not be traced, only a picture of a bloody head lying in the rubble.
He Yu knew what they wanted to say. As the prey, they had won a round for the time being, but they wouldn't be so lucky next time.
He looked at the pictures and wondered if these people were angry, excited, or perhaps even gloating. But whatever they were thinking, their emotions ultimately boiled down to the same thing, dry and lifeless: the anticipation of destroying living things.
He Yu parked the car at a temporary rest area, which was still more than ten minutes away from the Dolphin Hotel. The two of them did not get out of the car and briefly discussed what to do next.
Sheen slowly opened the medicine bottle. Her body was trembling slightly for no reason, but she felt much better after swallowing most of the bottle.
"For Class C operatives, conventional weapons are actually not very effective."
She glanced at the rocket launcher that still had a few shots left, and said something meaningful.
"Is it completely useless?" he asked.
"Missiles are fine, or nuclear bombs, or you can guarantee he'll stand still and let you fire continuously for a day and a half."
He Yu laughed: "That's really outrageous."
"Missiles aren't too difficult to deal with."
"Right? Ask your branch for help, or maybe talk to my old employer and ask them to send a few intercontinental ballistic missiles to add to the excitement."
Sheen gave a cold "hmm," her collar still stained with blood. She then tossed aside the long-empty pistol and picked up a quick-cooking biscuit to eat.
“From what they’re saying, this operation was arranged by the Americas,” she said suddenly after a moment of silence.
"I imagine your branch is in complete disarray. Your own people are causing trouble, and there's been no reaction. In short, they're going to hunt us down until no one survives." He Yu peeled a candy and chewed it. He didn't seem worried at all, because even if he racked his brains, it wouldn't make a difference. The enemy was already here, and they even had a fight. The feud was already established; it was just a matter of who outlasted the other first.
"Anyway, they'll have to get into 832."
A few minutes later, they exchanged a few more greetings with the family of the person in charge of the Americas. The weapon with such high destructive power was a complete joke. Both of them knew that since the raid was approved by the higher-ups, they couldn't say anything. Right now, anyone who got involved with them would not have a good ending.
He Yu was simply puzzled. He was an operative far away in Dongxia, and he hadn't killed that many people. Well, there were quite a few, but those bastards who died should have been in hell long ago. He hadn't tortured or tormented them; he had always acted swiftly and decisively, and hadn't offended anyone. It was simply amazing.
Sheen's former armory contained quite a few forbidden items that could make C-rank enemies uncomfortable, but it was temporarily requisitioned before she set off. She said that if she hadn't been born in America, where the air was filled with the fucking spirit of freedom, those people would have a way of making nothing theirs, especially after you die, their hypocritical faces would be even more exaggerated.
Their weapon pouches, after that outburst, were completely empty. At most, they could piece together a few spent shell casings to create a meaningful necklace, so that when they died, their opponents would pause for a moment and strike a pose.
However, it's unclear about the Dolphin Hotel. Last month, someone moved all the equipment of the entire armed forces into it, which is closely related to the forbidden items he implanted. The remaining firearms, which are not particularly useful, are easy to find. Although many people have died there, they were once the top weapons and killing experts in the Americas.
They didn't mention a word about how they ran away and escaped.
Someone had made the hunt overt, and they were supposed to flee as far away as possible, without uttering a single word. A massive, twisted cloud loomed over them, leaving them nowhere to escape, solely to fulfill a bloody order: to destroy anyone who dared to try and hide.
But at this moment, they were sitting in the car eating, seemingly having nowhere to go, but in reality, they didn't care at all.
In this dark jungle of rampant drugs and rife with death, becoming prey hunted by higher-ups is perhaps less serious than drinking a bottle of expired wine.
Half an hour later.
Los Angeles, Ventura, Dolphin Hotel.
"Did you two commit suicide together?"
Although it was a temporary team, and everyone had drunk together and shared their killing experiences tonight, it didn't really count as a deep friendship for the operatives. Now that this couple had mysteriously disappeared for so long, and then came back looking like they had something to say, Carlos couldn't help but suspect that they had already slept together. Moreover, what He Yu was about to say was that he hoped that Melink and he could be best men to celebrate their sudden love.
Having the rare opportunity to read Carlos's thoughts, He Yu immediately felt much better. He spat on Carlos's face to share his good mood, and then spent two minutes explaining what had just happened.
"I hereby announce my withdrawal from the control mission. Who agrees? Who disagrees?" He wiped his face and said solemnly.
Nobody paid any attention to him.
Merlink gave Sheen a strange look, then turned to look at He Yu.
"Do you remember what they looked like? Just a general idea is fine."
He took down his easel, clearly intending to do something.
He Yu paused for a moment, then left with the words "Then wait for me," before moving the thread and drilling it directly into the brain from the right side.
That scene was truly terrifying. The remaining three thought that the observer's surveillance was all around them. No one could see it, but it was like a malevolent eye watching them. They would witness everything that happened in the past seven days without any sympathy and mechanically record and report it.
But at this moment, the guys on the other side of the screen must have been shocked as well; this way of recalling memories was practically self-harm.
"Okay, I'll tell you, you write it down."
Ten seconds later, most of He Yu's face was stained red with his own blood. He pulled his hand out, and there was still some brain matter and tissue fluid inside. He just said calmly.
"Awesome, that's pretty awesome."
Carlos clapped and laughed like an idiot.
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