Ultra-dimensional Warfare

The gunshots shrouded in the night sky gradually ceased, and so did the screams and howls.

It seems that this old place full of various kinds has been completely suppressed. Matthias stood in front of a staircase and thought silently.

After thinking about it, several mercenaries quickly communicated with gestures, and then they passed Matthias, leaned back against the wall, lowered their footsteps, and walked up slowly. Although the mercenaries were very careful and their steps were very slow, this small staircase quickly came to an end.

The mercenaries who acted as the vanguard made gestures once again, and after throwing a flash bomb, they rushed to the second floor with tactical moves of rolling on the spot.

"Boom, boom, boom."

After several gunshots sounded, a safety signal appeared at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Let's go!" Matthias said as he stepped up the stairs.

This was one of his few hobbies when he was young. Because of his gender, his travels are strictly controlled by his mother. Without permission, it is impossible for him to appear outside of this courtyard, so in that childhood with endless vitality, what Matthias liked the most was to play back and forth on this staircase in his free time. Now, this staircase full of memories has been stained red by the bright red blood. And at the end of this staircase, his enemy, his sister, was waiting for him there.

The wooden door was opened by an assault rifle.

In the slightly open gap, a dark shadow appeared. After it drew an arc in mid-air, it exploded with a dazzling white light.

Immediately afterwards, a mess of footsteps in a certain order rushed into the room.

"My brother. I didn't expect that after such a long time, your skills have not improved!" When Matthias was surrounded by mercenaries and walked into this room, he thought about it day and night, wishing to break it. The voice of the corpse rang out.

Matthias walked into the room calmly under the **** of the mercenaries. After standing firm, he raised his gaze and looked into the room. The layout of the room surprised Matthias a bit. Unexpectedly, after so many years, the layout of the room he once lived in was exactly the same as before he fled, and judging from the layout and the spotless appearance of the furniture, it should be that someone often came to clean it.

Looking at the print of Matthias's almost a template with himself, Maltis showed a charming smile. "What? Surprised? My brother."

"Indeed. I never thought that my room could remain the same." Matthias stepped forward and said calmly, looking at his sister.

"Although I have taken that place from your hand, I have never thought of living in this room. Therefore, this room has been vacant since that day." Maltese faced the deep. With a deep muzzle, there is no fear at all. On the contrary, the charming smile on the face is getting deeper and deeper. I saw a gleam of playful light in her eyes. "Oh, yes. Brother! Do you know that your room has not been occupied for a long time, but it can be kept so clean?"

"Why?" Matthias knew that he was inferior to his sister in terms of scheming, so he stopped talking and asked straightforwardly.

Matthias' non-acceptance attitude did not make Maltis angry. On the contrary, the smile on her face became more and more intense. After the long and narrow Danfeng eyes blinked, she said, "Hehe. Brother! You are really mean! This room is cleaned by your little maid! Oh, oh, yes. I saw from the balcony here just now that the little maid was still dead under your gun. What a poor little maid!” At the end, Maltis sighed faintly, as if regretting the tragic death of the infatuated little maid at her master's gun.

"The traitor will be punished!" Matthias said firmly in his voice after his eyes flickered.

"Haha! Really cold-blooded! My brother. If you were so cold-blooded in the first place, then there will be nothing wrong with me today. And here, our hometown won't suffer such a catastrophe." Maltis turned her head and looked. Sighed at the house outside that was swallowed by the fire.

Knowing that his sister's scheming was quite deep, Matthias did not take the topic, but raised his right hand and waved forward without hesitation. The mercenaries who had been waiting for the order immediately began to act. The sound of footsteps resumed, and the two mercenaries, holding the assault rifles in both hands, stepped forward slowly, and walked cautiously towards Martis, who was standing in the depths of the room. The other mercenaries took a step forward to fill in the firepower vacancy, strictly guarding against possible attacks.

Looking at the mercenary who was getting closer to him, Maltis sighed long and looked up at Matthias, who was protected by the mercenaries in the center. "My brother! You still haven't grown."

As soon as the voice fell, a roar suddenly sounded. The two mercenaries who were stepping on small steps towards Maltese were suddenly knocked down by unknown forces, and even at the moment they fell, a stream of bright red liquid spurted from their necks.

At the same time, the mercenaries who stood on guard at the door were shrouded in smoke bombs from nowhere.

The strong and pungent smoke immediately caused intense discomfort among the mercenaries. Suddenly, there was a cough and gunfire.

"Photocopier. This seems to be a new technology that you advocated by your brother?" As the real murderer who killed the two mercenaries appeared, Martis looked at it as being surrounded by thick smoke. The older brother who stood straight in place spoke slowly. "Unfortunate! Even if it is the intelligence organization established by your brother, there are still my people in it. Even though we are enemies between us."

Matthias resisted the discomfort, staring at the two girls who had returned to Maltis, and said coldly: "Photocopying fighters based on Lily's genes!"

"Yes!" Maltis smiled slightly.

At this time, the smoke finally gradually dispersed.

The two mercenary squads that were originally with Matils, after this inexplicable smoke attack and the riot of random shooting, turned out to be only five mercenaries. And they still have large and small wounds on their bodies.

"Haha! Look! My brother. If you don’t have good tools, you have to use mercenary time bombs. This is all right." Maltese watched as she casually used a small strategy, and then put the menacing mercenary squad. I was crippled, and I couldn't help but feel triumphant. Although Maltis has won many mercenary teams with generous rewards, Adams who can suppress them is not here. Therefore, after the accident, these mercenary teams will not listen to Matils at all, and even All his teammates are on guard.

"After all, it's a mercenary!" Matils smiled slightly, not focusing on the status quo.

But Matils' calm appearance made Maltis hesitate, who was already holding the winning ticket. Although her expression hasn't changed in any way. What's more, when Maltis thought about it, the mercenary squad on which Matils relied was almost finished. Outside the aisle, two photocopier teams were approaching quickly. I believe that in less than a few minutes, Matils and his crippled mercenary team will die under the photocopier team who came to support them. So, in this crisis, what is his brother, Matils, who hasn't shown his cards?

"Isn't there yet?" Just when Maltis was puzzled, Matils spoke again.

This sentence immediately made Maltis feel uneasy.

"Yes! You are in my intelligence organization, but don't forget that you, me, and this family are all connected." Matils suddenly raised his hands flat and said loudly: "Although We hate each other, but this has nothing to do with some people."

"What?" Maltis gave a shocked expression for the first time. This is what has not been seen since Matius was taken the position of patriarch by her.

"This feeling is really subtle!" Matils sighed slightly as he looked at Maltis's expression. "Thank you! My dear friend, Law Rouze. Thank you for offering such a wonderful strategy for my revenge."

While Matils was talking, there was another messy footsteps in the corridor outside. And this time, the people who came were not the reinforcements Maltis had imagined. Even if it is a team of photocopiers.

"Martis, my sister. Are you happy? The photocopier team you created is now mine." After finishing the clothes on his body, Matils said calmly. At this time, there was no joy in his eyes, nor any light of hatred.

"Crack."

"Crack."

With the arrival of the photocopier team that arrived later, Maltis tried again to feel pointed at by dozens of gunpoints. This is a very bad feeling.

"You really belonged to you!" Maltese quietly signaled to the two Lily photocopiers on the left and right, then gritted his teeth and looked at Matils.

"Really? Then, my sister! Have I been good at it?" Matils smiled.

Maltis snorted, and said with a mocking smile: "Yes! You are good at it! But your vision is not good!"

At this moment, Matils seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong. But before he could speak, this hunch turned into reality.

"hiss!"

Matils seemed to hear the sound of clothing being cut by a sharp blade, and a fierce tingling immediately swallowed his feelings.

"You..." Feeling the sharp pain from behind and the touch of the warm liquid sliding across the skin, Matils recalled the mercenary guarding behind him, that Adams relied on most. One of his subordinates! "why?"

"Happy?" The dark chess has taken effect, and there is no need for Maltis to continue to expose herself to the gun. So she was directly under the protection of the two Lily photocopiers, and quickly rushed towards the door next to her. And this scene happened to be seen by Matils, who was in a state of dying.

"Kill! Kill her! Go! Kill Maltese! Kill everyone!!" The dying roar was extremely dangerous, and the one who closed his eyes forever in Matils In an instant, a fatal order was issued.

Killing again!

This time it was no longer the mercenary as the protagonist, but the photocopier team took up the killing weapon and became the protagonist of this killing.