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Wagner's self-confidence is not out of thin air. His speed is difficult for ordinary people to keep up with the naked eye. When the delineated combat range is large enough, the fast speed is indeed very advantageous——

This is the case in Madrid. Although Madrid's defenders no longer need to afford such a large-scale defense line because of the shrinking encirclement of the rebels, it is impossible to cover everything in a city's defense.

And that's exactly what happened.

In the dark night, a figure quietly crossed the battlefield full of scorched earth and blood, easily passed through the patrol of the Madrid Guards, and came to the city.

He tried his best to choose uninhabited alleys or high-rise roofs in blind spots, but in Madrid, where almost all the people were soldiers, it was as if he had entered the land of no one.

The center of the army is easy to identify. Although the Republican government army in Madrid and the international column that came to support the point are not separated from each other, they are still garrisoned separately.

He followed a group of patrolling soldiers of obviously different races to the barracks of the International Column——

A team's top three skin, in a sense, his luck is indeed very good, there is no clue sent by the heavens like this.

Soldiers of the International Column lived in unoccupied houses, and if they couldn't fit in, they built tents around them. With this simple layout, the plain-looking house in the center should be the headquarters.

However, there is a large square around this command post, on which there are soldiers with guns on their backs on patrol. Compared with the periphery, the defense has obviously risen by a level.

Klinger squatted on the roof of a taller building, his black clothes blended into the night, leaving only a pair of bright eyes staring at the distance.

The main entrance is a wide square, it is indeed not convenient for him to sneak in, but do you think it will be difficult for him?

How naive. Speaking of which, from before to now, he has taken on quite a few assassination missions, and his experience is much more than those who have never experienced combat.

At the moment when the patrols crossed and turned their backs to each other, a dark shadow passed through this tiny gap, flashed into the building, and then disappeared into the eaves.

During this time, no one found him.

Klinger, who was hiding on the roof, took out the dagger tied around his waist. In this era, cold weapons are not completely outdated, especially in this kind of assassination.

He is now in a small four-story building. After entering from the first floor, he enters through the balcony to the second floor. In the dark night, no one will pay attention to whether there is a 'big bat' hanging outside the balcony.

Because there are patrolling soldiers in the corridor, moving through the balcony is the least likely to be discovered. They stay outside each room for a while to find out who lives inside and whether they are talking about confidential news.

It sounds time-consuming. In fact, at Klinger's speed, it only takes 5 minutes to explore the whole floor in this way. This is based on the premise that he needs to spend a little time to determine the identity of the people in each room.

After investigating the second floor, he went to the third floor, and Klinger finally found the person he was looking for.

The white sheets echoed the snow-white walls, and the dim night light only made people feel depressing and seemed very inhuman.

And the fact is the same. People with masks and protective clothing came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving only the patient lying motionless on the bed.

"People in the international column are also infected? Is this ability uncontrollable?"

Such an idea first popped up in Klinger's mind, and then he overturned it. In a building full of offices, a ward suddenly appeared, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.

If it was really accidentally injured, it should be isolated in a place like a hospital-this is the capital of Spain, and there are still several hospitals.

After reconfirming that there was only one patient in the room, Klinger lay prone on the balcony at first, turned over and hid in the blind spot of the balcony.

The people in the room were in a deep sleep, and the sound of long breathing echoed in the room. Just now, the doctor should have made a night round to make sure that no one would push the door in. He walked into the room slowly without making a sound. On the table, a medical record was conspicuous.From a distance, you can see the black writing on the open pages, as if attracting others to it.

Klinger was indeed attracted—because of the poor light, he had to get very close to see clearly. The medical records showed the time and symptoms of this person’s plague infection. Their earliest soldiers were the same, and it was the same as the military doctor said. From the beginning of a certain symptom, the disease has stopped worsening.

So if this plague is the ability of a person with supernatural powers, will it affect people who use supernatural powers?

Klinger continued to turn forward—the longest time expected for the body to withstand the disease.

Sure enough, it was the person on the hospital bed!

Klinger slowly approached the hospital bed, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand, and just as he was about to cut the throat of the man on the hospital bed, the whole room suddenly lit up.

The dazzling incandescent light made Klinger close his eyes unconsciously, but at the same time his body was out of his control to avoid the light, Klinger's experience in many battles made him 'quickly' leave the place and jumped out of the window. out.

His choice was correct, because in the next moment, the position where he was standing just now was covered by machine guns without any dead ends, and the window was blocked by iron bars.

Klinger, who jumped out of the window, landed on the square outside the building, and the patrolling soldiers quickly surrounded the whole square. He didn't dare to stop using his ability, but he just put the medical record that had just been rolled out in his arms, and then used his own At the fastest speed, rush out of the encirclement.

"caught you!!"

A pitch-black fighter jet has stopped in the sky and waited for the rabbit. Although Klinger is fast, he can't outrun the plane in the sky when there are chasing soldiers everywhere. The searchlight follows him firmly, letting him There is no way to avoid it.

The intercepting soldiers delayed Klinger for a second at most, and one second was enough for him to send the dagger in his hand to the necks of all the enemies in front of him.

On the way to escape, he made countless fake moves at corners with poor sightlines, but none of them fooled the eyes of the sky, which made Klinger a little angry. The eyes of the person above his head must be too good!

After all, he still couldn't run out of Madrid directly, and the black knight fell from the sky, and he almost bumped into the knight's sword and was pierced through.

Seeing this familiar supernatural life form, Klinger had to take a step back, but he couldn't lose in momentum.

He sneered: "Mr. Cervantes, at your age, it is more important to go to bed early and get up early to take care of your body, right?"

"Hahaha, thank you for your concern, little friend. There's nothing I can do. When people get old, they won't be able to fall asleep at the slightest sign of trouble. You'll understand when you're my age." Thick voices rang out from all directions, making it completely indistinguishable. Where the hell is the speaker.

"Humph!"

Obviously, neither side was very happy to hear these two jokes.

However, the verbal battle before the fight will not affect the outcome of the final battle.

"If it's just you, you won't be able to stop me!" The dagger was inappropriate at this time, and Klinger took out the one he was carrying.

"Hahaha, how could the old man be the only one, Saint-Exupéry will lose his temper when he hears your words."

"Little brat knows how to fight!"

To be blunt, the fighter jets that occupy the high-altitude advantage did bring him a lot of trouble, and it can even be said that they hindered him the most.

Although Klinger was fast, he couldn't go to the sky, so he had to speed up to avoid the bullets coming from high altitude.

1, 2, 3...

Is there something wrong with the ammo storage on this fighter jet?How many waves are there? In the state of strafing, the bullets should have been fired long ago!

The worst thing is that because of Cervantes' supernatural life form and the firepower from the sky here, the time he originally expected to escape was infinitely extended. Although this place is already at the border of Madrid's heatstroke prevention, the support is almost here. arrive.

After all, he still didn't run out of the encirclement before the support arrived.

Orwell was the first to arrive by the international column. A huge eagle fell from the sky and rushed towards Klinger, while the cheetahs on the land rushed out.

It wasn't that he didn't want to hide, but the bullets in the sky blocked all the directions he could hide in. Klinger was forced to block the cheetah's throat-choking bite with his arm.

He frowned, the sound of bone cracking just now was so clear that he couldn't think of any luck.

The burst shot sent the bullet directly into the cheetah's head.

While pulling his arm out of the cheetah's mouth, he used the strength of his body to throw the cheetah's corpse out, avoiding the knight's sword that was stabbing towards the heart.

After finally avoiding Don Quixote's attack, he lowered his body and rolled over on the spot, and shot two shots in the direction of Cervantes, forcing the supernatural life form to return to its master.

At this time, his left hand could no longer move.

But if you look carefully, he is not completely at a disadvantage, after all, none of the opponents have superhuman abilities that enhance their physical abilities.In other words, everyone must keep a certain distance from him, but not too far away.

The eagle flutter is easy to dodge, but it is still useful for him to have the eagle for a short time.

The poisonous snakes on the ground are too slow to be feared—should he be thankful that these people are like toddlers who have just entered school in how to fight with different abilities.

It was also thanks to their unfamiliarity, otherwise he would be the one who confessed here today.

A figure that was so fast that it was almost invisible rushed from the roof of the building to the eagle that fell from the sky. After being frightened, the eagle escaped from Orwell's control for a short time and rushed straight into the sky.

And the figure that was so fast that it was blurred also rushed towards the sky.

"Oops, Saint-Exupé! Be careful!" Orwell quickly sensed his purpose. Saint-Exupéry in the sky was the biggest numbness in their hands. He couldn't even attack St. Exec in the sky, but he didn't expect that the animals he controlled were used.

Saint-Exupéry in the pilot seat of the plane was in a hurry when he heard the voice. No matter how mature his mind was, he was only 12 years old. Great among people.