The Doomsday Chef

Chapter 393
"Kill her", the president didn't answer her words, or he didn't bother to answer.

Su Mo curled his lips, and stared dangerously at the virtual projection, "Mr. President, I will come to you."

Feeling like being stared at by a poisonous snake, the fingers of the middle-aged man sitting in a luxurious room trembled. He cut off the connection and glanced at the supernatural beings guarding outside, all of whom were above level 5.

kill him?

It's just a fool's dream.

Behind Su Mo, strong winds hit her. With a wave of her right hand, a shield formed, blocking countless wind blades coming towards her.

These wind blades were different than anything she had seen before, they didn't disappear after being hit on her shield, but were embedded in the steel plates on top of her head, and quickly attacked her again after a few seconds.

Su Mo didn't care about the wind blade, and the target was directly on the man in the combat uniform that controlled the ability to output.

She arched her body like a cheetah, stepping on countless corpses and attacking the opponent.

Facing Su Mo's eyes without any emotion, the man suddenly froze, his mouth and nose began to bleed, and the feeling that the blood in his body was crazily boiling kept burning him.

The head of the fifth-level power user exploded in an instant, and the exploded spar turned into a pile of unnutritious powder, which sprinkled his companion's face.

"Eyes! Don't look into eyes! Attack attack! Outflank her!"

"Team 2 pay attention, Team 2 pay attention, the back door outflanks!"

Su Mo is rushing to the back door now, she is going to run out of this conference room where her movement is very restricted, and she also knows in her heart that there can only be one winner in this game!
At the back door, the dazzling lightning strikes straight towards her chest like a sharp sword.

Su Mo was hit without warning, flew upside down and hit the cold wall, falling into the pile of corpses.

"Hit the target, hit the target, strike in real time".

Five or six people with supernatural powers walked in from the back door with their guns raised. Everyone's body was tense, and their spirits were highly concentrated.

As he got closer and closer, Su Mo, who was lying there with disheveled hair, didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The moment the opponent fired the gun, vigorous power emanated from the whole body, and the eyes that obviously did not reveal any emotion, like the eyes of Medusa opened suddenly, meeting the opponent's terrified pupils.

It's not petrification, it's an explosion that involves blood.

The bullet was stuck in the muzzle of the gun, and the ability was in his hand, but none of the people around Su Mo successfully attacked.

Among the team members who came in later, it was like a feast of blood. Five or six headless supernatural beings all fell on their backs, and a fountain of blood several meters long burst out from their necks.

"monster".

Someone gave Su Mo a good description, and it happened that she defined it for herself.

Although so many people died at her hands, none of these fighters backed down. For them, executing orders was greater than life.

This kind of desperate continuous wheel battle and attack state is Su Mo in his heyday, with more and more wounds on his body.

The uncontrollable enjoyment of killing hurt her heart, but a strange smile spread on her face.

She rushed out of the conference room, which was arranged in a zigzag shape, with the elevator in the center, and she was going to find the president.

"Stop her! Stop her!"

Everything the soldiers did seemed to be in vain, and she didn't seem to feel the pain of the special bullets hitting Su Mo's body.

When she overturned the two gatekeepers and got the elevator card to enter, her hands condensed into a shield again.

After resisting the last attack, the elevator began to descend again after swiping the card.

"She's gone down! Attention the team below! Protect the central control room! Protect the president!"

In the elevator, she became more conscious, and began to feel pain from her body. Su Mo tilted her head and looked at the shoulder with the gun in her eye, with a complicated expression.

"Ding!"

Her ears moved, and her right hand immediately turned into a wooden shield to block the raging flames.

She was forced to the corner of the elevator, where the bridge box was baked under high temperature. It was so hot that her back felt like it was being roasted on an iron plate.

"what!"

She roared angrily and in pain, and the wooden shield forcefully pushed out after it began to show signs of burning.

The other party is a sixth-level fire-type power user, and the one who roasted her just now was an illusionary fire dragon.

The moment she came out, the shield turned into by her right hand was directly taken back by her, and countless wooden vines were taken into her arm with flames. She endured the pain, and Tang Dao appeared in her left hand, and it went straight towards the person who issued the ability. people rushed.

The other party looked like a 30-year-old supernatural person with a beard and sunglasses on his face. He seemed not to be affected by Su Mo's eyes at all.

The fire dragon hovering around him attacked Su Mo again.

She increased her speed to the extreme, and the knife in her hand was about to be chopped off when she appeared in front of the man.

He held her right hand with one hand, and sarcastically said, "Is this the only way to overthrow so many people?"

Su Mo stared straight at him, and suddenly a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are too careless."

The wooden vines on the right hand condensed again, but this time it was not a condensed shield, but a sharp weapon like a spindle. The Tang knife was just a cover, and she didn't know how to use a knife with her left hand at all.

The shield on his right hand was retracted, just to give his ability a little buffer time.

The spiky wooden vine, which was nearly half a meter long, directly penetrated into the chest of the man in front of him, smashed his sternum, and came out from the back, piercing into the metal floor behind.

Su Mo withdrew his hand, and following the splash of blood, the man fell down slowly. The expression under the sunglasses was shock beyond words. He didn't expect that she still had such a form.

After the wooden thorn was retracted, blood stained Su Mo's entire arm. She wiped the dead man's body, and then slowly stood up.

The cross-level strangulation was just a fluke.

Sensing a bullet flying in vain in front of her, she put up her shield reflexively and stepped back.

A huge explosion exploded directly in front of his eyes.

Subsequently, she lost feeling in her right hand.

Su Mo was blown into the passage, and fell to the ground with a long bloodstain.

The right arm was directly detached from the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The piercing pain made her howl.

Her arm was gone, completely blown off from the underside of her right shoulder, with blood flying everywhere.

Ahead, an unusually strong man holds a special firearm.

The gun body was pitch black, and there was still a little white smoke from the mouth.

Then, there was the sound of combat boots slapping on the ground.

The pain made Su Mo's rationality clearer. She stopped looking at that hand, sweating coldly, and began to observe the man walking in front of her.

With a bald head and a height of about 4 meters, the entire passage is almost filled with his strong body, which is very similar to Jianxiong's appearance.

He's the last line of defense here.

Hold on, just kill him, just kill him!

(End of this chapter)