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

In the bushes, Chu Zihang and Han Qingcheng, wearing the same dark blue uniforms as Old George, squatted and watched the truck drive away.

"Although the defense here is tight, the vigilance of these guards is very low."

Chu Zihang looked at the terrain map on his phone and said casually.

"There are still a few hundred meters left, should we just rush in?"

Han Qingcheng tightened the clasp of the Chixiao Sword at his waist.

"Well, the defense in the manor must be tighter. It's probably impossible to sneak in quietly. Let's play it by ear."

Chu Zihang nodded, swiped on his phone, and a 3D structure diagram appeared.

"This manor is a three-story building, and the underground area is probably about the same as the above ground area. And this old-fashioned manor most likely has a secret escape route, so you have to act quickly."

Han Qingcheng nodded, looking a little helpless.

The map is too big, and our Mr. Andre Lie is not a dungeon boss. He just stays there and doesn't move, stupidly waiting for you to explore the map all the way and kill him.

Finding someone is the most troublesome thing!

"Try to avoid innocent casualties."

Finally, after emphasizing the discipline of the execution department, Chu Zihang clicked on the mini communicator hidden in his ear.

"The action begins!"

Ten kilometers away from the manor, three off-road vehicles immediately turned on their headlights and their low motors roared.

The school team led by the three Osims no longer deliberately avoided the drones that hovered in the sky from time to time, and drove forward in off-road vehicles.

"Alarm, an unknown person broke into the manor!"

With a loud roar, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the manor.

Chu Zihang held a PKP filled with Frigga's magazine and knocked down the guards at the gate.But after all, they were alone, and they still couldn't stop the other party from sounding the alarm.

"Beep! Mission: clear out all the Deadpools in the basement. Mission reward: Thunder Clone Technique, 300 mission points."

The system prompts suddenly sounded in his mind, and Han Qingcheng, who had just reached the door of the main building under the cover of Chu Zihang's frontal attack, suddenly stopped.

What the hell!

I was still thinking about beating up that old boy Andre Lie, but you asked me to fuck Deadpool.

"Brother, I will go underground, and you will be responsible for the ground."

After taking out the two security guards outside the gate with two shots, Han Qingcheng kicked open the gate with exquisite reliefs.

Fortunately, the ancient door with a long history was not locked, just closed.

Although he let out a trembling whine under Han Qingcheng's flying kick, the whole body was still saved.

After the manor's alarm sounded, all the staff in the lobby on the first floor evacuated upstairs, and combat troops began to gather in the lobby from all floors.

With a height of nearly 6 meters, the dome is densely covered with relief paintings.The decoration of the entire hall is not very luxurious, but has an antique feel.

After Han Qingcheng rushed into the hall, he immediately ducked and hid behind a stone pillar.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of bullets flew over.

Alas, these people are too brave, they just shoot without saying anything?You should yell and give me a chance to surrender.

Do you still have the law in your eyes?

Han Qingcheng took out a flash bomb from his pocket, opened the triangular pull tab with his thumb, and threw it out.

The entire hall was shrouded in dazzling light, and it seemed as if a bright sun was rising in front of everyone's eyes. In an instant, their eyes were filled with pain and tears flowed freely.

A sudden body flashed out from the load-bearing column, and the Beretta in his hand fired continuously.

The Beretta fired without a miss, and every time the trigger was pulled, a security guard fell.

Han Qingcheng took out a kunai from his tactical equipment bag and waved it with his arm.

The dark kunai turned into a flowing light flying arrow and passed through the empty hall, nailing it hard on a man's forehead.

Han Qingcheng relied on his swift movements to move around in the hall, shooting bullets and kunai alternately, quickly harvesting the battlefield.

It's just that the defense force in this manor is a little too strong, and a steady stream of support is coming from all over. If Chu Zihang hadn't arrived in time to help him guard the gate and cut off the reinforcements coming from outside the main building, this would have been impossible. At that time, Han Qingcheng's situation was also stretched.

"Hold on a little longer, support will be here soon."

Not long after Chu Zihang said, the roar of the engine outside could be heard amidst the gunshots one after another.

"Team A came to support, and Team C and Team D circled back to intercept the enemy to prevent the enemy from evacuating."

Osim jumped out of the car with a team of school workers.

All dressed in combat uniforms, with tactical backpacks on their backs.Looking at the bulging backpacks, it was obvious that they carried enough weapons of all kinds.

As the four members of Team A joined the battle, the powerful firepower instantly suppressed the manor's armed forces.

After seeing that the situation was under control, Han Qingcheng flashed out with a teleportation technique.

The next moment, a security guard was elbowed in the chest by him, and half of his body dived into the wall.He pinched the opponent's gun-holding arm with his left hand and gently twisted it to disarm him.

"Hey bro, tell me how to get to the basement."

The man who was pushed into the wall just opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The man who was choked by blood coughed painfully and weakly raised a finger in one direction.

"Thank you."

Han Qingcheng retracted his hand, turned around and walked that way.

The entrance to the cellar of this manor is particularly bright and open, with a straight hand staircase leading down, and several wall lamps thoughtfully installed for lighting.

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In a large room, four or five men in suits sat on a sofa surrounded by an old man.

On the wall facing the sofa is a pure white curtain, on which a scene of a fierce gun battle in the hall is being performed.

"Sir, that man went down to the basement. Do you want us to deal with him?"

The man in a suit standing behind the old man lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"No, haven't the research teams already evacuated? Release all the experimental subjects. Isn't this an excellent opportunity for experimentation? I have met these two young men, and my stand-in fell into their hands last time. Young people are so tough, the bombs didn't even kill them."

The white-haired old man didn't care about the fighting going on downstairs, and even poured himself a glass of whiskey leisurely, as if he wasn't sitting in a manor in the middle of a fierce war at all.

"But sir, if all the experimental subjects underground ran up, I'm afraid it would cause a lot of casualties."

The man behind him seemed a little hesitant after hearing the order.

He is the old man's confidant and knows exactly what species those experimental subjects are.

If those experimental subjects were allowed to run to the ground, it would be a disaster for ordinary people.

Without heavy firepower pressure, even a small army would be overwhelmed by the impact of dozens of experimental subjects.

"Don't worry about those people. It doesn't matter if the worthless people die or not."

The old man took a leisurely sip of wine and said, "Besides, those two young men are not easy to deal with. It's unclear how much those experimental subjects will survive."