Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 170 Revolver lights cigarette, no one survives

The footsteps were getting closer.

The group of things that could no longer be called human beings were approaching step by step. Wesley hid in a small room, which should be a storage room.

The two guns in hand don't have much ammunition left, so you can't be aggressive, you have to be smart.

Wesley, who was hiding deep in the room, looked up and saw that underground facilities, ranging from shelters that could prevent nuclear explosions, with self-circulating air systems, to ordinary underground garages, all needed ventilation. Pipes to ensure internal air circulation, and just in time, the multi-functional hidden sword in his hand comes with a hook gun.

"laugh……"

The electronic door slowly opened, heavy footsteps came, and a grunting sound like a beast came out. The red eyes were extremely obvious in the darkness.

"..."

When the monster looked at the place where Wesley had been standing, only a black coat was left on the spot.

The monster didn't seem to sense anything unusual, and turned away awkwardly. Wesley, on the other hand, was lying in the ventilation duct, observing the terrifying-looking humanoid monster through the blinds at the duct entrance.

According to the information previously provided by the Brotherhood, these humanoid creatures should not belong to the so-called "Hercules Power Type" and "Hermes Spur Type" cloned biochemicals in the known information. It should be a new biological weapon developed by Otto's scientific research team after the Berlin incident.

Or perhaps, before the Berlin incident, this kind of biological weapon that was contrary to humanity had already entered the research stage.

"Damn...these guys are so inhumane!"

Wesley cursed in a low voice. The ventilation duct was still a little narrow. He thought that the monster would come up to check the coat when he saw it. However, he did not expect that the monster turned around and walked away, which made Wesley relaxed. Take a breath.

However, the next second, Wesley's arm quickly stretched forward, and the hook rope gun shot out. Through the rapid contraction of the rope, Wesley was instantly pulled to the end of the ventilation duct. And an alienated claw forcefully penetrated the ventilation duct where Wesley was just now.

This thing is not short-sighted. On the contrary, its vision is so good that even Wesley is envious!

This monster has its own thermal imaging, and it is a biotechnology version of thermal imaging!

It is said that the eyes of rattlesnakes and vipers have thermal imaging. Obviously, the monster in front of them also has the same organ!

He violently opened the blinds at the end of the ventilation duct, and Wesley quickly escaped from the duct. In this case, it didn't matter whether he was sneaking or not. Even in the dark environment under the power outage, it was still difficult for those monsters. Bright as day!

Wesley frowned and looked at the monster on the other side of the passage. The monster seemed to be wondering why its hunt failed. It slowly pulled out its claws, and the deformation of the steel caused a sharp, tooth-piercing sound. And the monster has slowly raised its head and directly met Wesley's eyes!

"Woo...roar!!!"

Opening its arms like a beast, the monster opened its lipless mouth and let out a huge roar.

Wesley had already heard the chaotic footsteps in the passage not far away, accompanied by bursts of roars similar to the monster in front of him!

This thing is calling for companions!

"Biological weapons... I don't know if Dead Baldhead finds out whether his dead face that has not changed for thousands of years will change."

Wesley grinned and kept spinning the guns in his hands. At this moment, he was like an old western cowboy from the United States in the last century. If you gave him a cowboy hat and lit a cigar at this time, it would be It was a perfect match, but unfortunately it wasn't.

Wesley, who seemed to be in crisis, still managed to laugh. This was not because Wesley was arrogant, but because he had the strength.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

"Dong, dong dong, dong..."

In the passage, there was the sound of heart beating, and the source of the sound was the old man in front of him.

Perhaps when a certain bald devil saw this scene, he might call a certain dead man with a fierce face to watch the fun, because the sound of Wesley's heartbeat was even louder than that dead house's "Emperor Engine".

Assassin's League, the highest power of bloodline power is activated!

"Let\u0027s Dance."

The two guns returned to their positions instantly, and Wesley's figure turned into an afterimage and kept spinning. At the same time, he fired violently, and the bullets shot towards the monster.

Do you think it's just an ordinary bullet turning?

If the rifling in the barrel is to stabilize the ballistic trajectory and add a rotational force to the bullet, causing deeper damage, then under the control of Wesley's gun fighting skills, the rotation speed of the bullet is comparable to that of a drill!

It’s not over yet! One shot, two shots, the bullets are fired faster and faster, just one breath, empty the magazine!

The monster couldn't avoid it, and accelerated towards Wesley, like a human tank, with heavy steps but extremely fast speed. The bullet hit the monster, splashing pieces of dark red blood, and penetrated the monster. The monster's body rushed straight into the dark passage and disappeared. The astonishing wounds on the monster healed quickly in a very short period of time!

Wesley did not stop, but threw the pistol that had no bullets in his hand on the ground. The whirlwind figure quickly stopped spinning and grabbed it with his right hand!

The monster's figure stagnated for a moment, and was actually frozen in place. However, the next second, it seemed to have broken free from some restraints, roaring, and the corners of Wesley's mouth raised slightly.

"You are so ugly..." Wesley shook his head and walked towards the monster as if strolling in a leisurely manner, "You are just like a big bat without hair."

"Ottoberg's product is as ugly as his heart."

"Things that look like vampires... actually call themselves Templars..."

"It's so funny!"

The sound of breaking through the air came, and the monster seemed to feel some huge threat, and looked behind him. However, the next second, two silver streams of light in the passage, one behind the other, were like heated blades cutting butter. Pull the monster's head right off!

With the blessing of Wesley's beyond visual range, and through the intentional control of gun fighting skills, the fired warheads actually formed two linear waves of warheads.

"The recovery ability is very strong. Bullets can heal instantly. Thank you for your hard work." Wesley stepped on the head of the monster rolling on the ground and waved his hand, "It's a pity, I can directly Rip your head off.”

"Without your head, is it possible that you can split into an identical version of yourself? Do you think you are the Yanguo assassin named Tang?"

With a sudden step, the monster's head was crushed to pieces, and the yellow and white stuff splashed all over the floor. Wesley walked happily towards the depths of the passage with an expression of "Sure enough".

The skin of this monster is not bulletproof. On the contrary, it is as fragile as an ordinary person's body. However, its powerful healing ability is comparable to vampires and werewolves in European urban legends.

Unfortunately, what they met was the leader of the Assassin's Alliance.

In the dim passage, Wesley slowly walked into the room where he had discarded his coat, picked up the coat, shook the dust off, and put it on again.

The tail end of the coat moved automatically without wind, and Wesley took out a cigar from the inside pocket of the coat with his left hand and held it in his mouth. He reached into his arms with his right hand and took out a Magnum revolver. Come out, muzzle pointed up, close to the front of the cigar.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the revolver was steaming, the front end of the cigar was lit with sparks, a faint smoke was floating, and the old man was exhaling smoke like a dragon.

There were no survivors in the passage outside the door.