I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Debris fell one after another, like flowers and trees withering.

A figure hangs upside down on the tree like a black bat. The black windbreaker hangs down naturally, like a bat spreading its skinny wings.The hail of bullets just now left no trace on his body.

The three members of Hill's team looked as if they had seen a ghost. This person completely violated the great law of all things.

Although the shooting accuracy of the M16 has been greatly reduced at the current distance between the two sides, the smoke escaping from the barrel can still calm their fear-filled hearts.

However, this time the roar of the M16 was interrupted by another, more majestic, deafening roar coming from far away.

Barrett's gunshot was like the roar of the king of the forest, which silenced the hyenas who were originally baring their teeth and claws.

The head of the man standing to Hill's left suddenly exploded, like a smashed watermelon, with brains and blood spurting out in red and white colors.

As if the god of death had grabbed his throat, the roar of the M16 suddenly stopped!

Immediately afterwards, another team member behind Hill repeated the same mistake, and the filth sprayed out covered him.

"The remaining one should be the leader. I leave it to you. Try to capture him alive. Troxi has already rushed over to support you."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Qingcheng's mouth, that would be perfect.

The scene where Hill shot Doss lit a fire in his heart.

When his stance is different, between life and death, he can endure having blood on his hands.

But he has always been a person who respects life. Although the predecessor of Kassel Academy is the bloody secret party, the students are basically equipped with Frigga bullets that cost dozens of times more than steel-core bullets during their missions.

Hill, who regarded the lives of his teammates as trivial, trampled on the nobility of life in his heart.

He wanted to twist off the other person's limbs with his own hands, because at this moment, his heart was full of anger.

Hill, who has led his team in the battlefields of the Middle East for many years, has never been afraid of death. On the first day he entered this line of work, he had already put his head in his belt.

For a person like him, apart from women and money, the thing that makes him most happy is the blood of living people.

The blood flowing from the body of a living person, combined with the endless fear on the face before death, is simply more delicious than the best food in the world.

He looked at Han Qingcheng who had fallen from the tree and walked towards him, as well as the Beretta hanging low in his hand.

A cold smile appeared on Hill's face, and he understood the young man's thoughts.

After taking off the M16 hanging on his chest and pulling out the Browning from the holster on his waist, Hill casually threw the two guns on the ground.Throwing aside next was the briefcase that had already cost more than a dozen lives.

After moving the joints on his body slightly, Hill stepped back and waved gently to Han Qingcheng.

He was born in a Siberian training camp.

Compared to Zhukov's training camp, which is better known to people as a black market boxer production base in Siberia, the hell training camp he was in was not designed to train black market boxers. What they created were murderous demons.

The devil training camp will recruit ten classes each session, with 20 people in each class.In the end, only ten people were able to graduate from that training camp.

There, Israeli assassination techniques, Assassin assassination techniques, and KGB combat techniques were all basic courses.There is only one thing they have learned, and that is to use any means to kill everyone standing in front of them.

Even if he knew it in his heart, even if he killed the young man who had been hanging behind them, he would not be able to escape the end of having his head blown off by Barrett who was one kilometer away.

Why not taste the hopeless fear of the enemy one more time before dying?

Han Qingcheng walked faster and faster. From a leisurely stroll in the garden at the beginning, he was now almost as fast as an ordinary person running.

He put the Beretta back into the holster on his waist, ripped off the somewhat obstructive Executive Department-style windbreaker, and pounced out like a predatory beast.

There was a crisp sound of "clang".

A string of sparks shot out when the tactical dagger in Han Qingcheng's hand collided with Hill's short knife.

Hill's short sword is hidden in his sleeve. The blade is about [-] centimeters long, and the curvature at the tip is somewhat like a Persian scimitar.The cold light of the blade showed its sharp edge, and the eyes of the person holding the knife were full of bloodthirsty light.

The short sword slashed horizontally at super speed, and with the amazing physical strength, the blade actually pulled out an afterimage in the air.The icy wind pressure rushed towards my face, carrying a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The tactical dagger slashed upwards at an unparalleled speed, deflected the powerful and heavy chop of the short knife with skill, and then stabbed directly towards the throat.

Hill drew back his arm and struck the dagger from the side. He ducked past the opponent's punch and then slammed into the opponent's arms.

Han Qingcheng retreated quickly, giving Hill no chance to cut into the center line.Hill, who failed to succeed, exerted force with his feet, jumped into the air, and raised the short knife from bottom to top.An arc of sword light flashed across, intending to disembowel Han Qingcheng.

Two rays of cold light shone in the air at a dazzling super speed, and the dense sound of gold and iron clashing seemed to be playing some special musical instrument.

After the blades clashed again, the two of them kicked each other, and the two entangled figures suddenly separated.

Han Qingcheng lowered his head and glanced at the two shallow knife marks on his chest. The oozing blood had soaked the surrounding clothes red.

In the previous confrontation, he had already fallen behind.

The opponent was not inferior to him in terms of speed and strength due to the mixed-race's excessive physical fitness. However, in the competition of swordsmanship, Han Qingcheng, who had only trained for about a month, was obviously at a disadvantage.If it weren't for his dexterity in movement and his superb control over his body thanks to his proficiency in physical skills, the injuries at this time wouldn't be just two casual scratches.

Hill raised his hand and patted the footprints on his combat uniform, as if he was just dusting them off.

It's just that he is not as relaxed as he appears on the surface. After all, in this kind of ultra-high-speed fast-break confrontation, a mistake can lead to death.The consumption caused by such high-intensity confrontation is particularly severe.

"Boy, despair, wail, struggle in front of death, struggle hard, and then die in despair."

Hill stepped forward and walked slowly towards Han Qingcheng.

The other person spoke English, and with his half-hearted English listening skills, Han Qingcheng barely understood what he meant.

The expression on Hill's face became more ferocious, and the curve of his mouth became more cruel.

The opponent was very strong and was not someone he could kill casually, so he used his last trump card.

Whether it was in the training camp in Siberia or under the huge meat grinder in the Middle East battlefield, what really allowed him to survive was the power of the devil from the depths of his blood.

The obscure syllables from ancient times sounded low. Although the meaning was unclear to the ears, it felt grand and solemn.

As the dragon syllables were recited, Hill's body surface exposed outside the combat uniform changed significantly.

The iron-gray color gradually spreads until it covers every inch of skin.

Word Spirit Immortal!