The outer edge of the sea view villa is a forest park.

The figures of three or three seemed to stare at the hunting group of wolves, with a faint light flashing in their eyes.

Ambush here is the United States' first trump card special forces, and even the most elite special operations soldier in the world.

They were all armed, holding high-concentration anesthesia guns and carrying military daggers, which surrounded the entire villa.

His eyes were sharp and firm.

These people were wearing cats, as quick as jungle cheetahs, with bloody evil spirits all over their bodies.

One hand held a gun and the other hand held a dark dagger, with only a ray of light flashing from the blade.

The dagger is about one foot long, and the blood groove is deeply hidden in the middle, showing its domineering piercing force, which is the only weapon to kill and bleed.

In the anesthesia gun, the highest concentration of anesthetic agent is used, and one injection is enough to anesthetize an adult African elephant.

Each of them was calm and held their breath, as if they were facing a great enemy, quietly waiting for the target to appear.

Before participating in the operation, the commander showed them a video material comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster.

In the data, the powerful abilities shown by the target characters make them call God.

Until now, some people are doubting the authenticity of that video.

In their opinion, the ability of the target has far exceeded the limits of normal humans.

There is absolutely no one in the world who can reach that incredible level of power.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, they showed enough caution out of their professional qualities.

A special forces member lurked in a hidden corner, waiting for the target person to appear.

As time passes slowly.

Outside the villa door, a figure slowly walked towards him appeared in the clean and tidy driveway.

He was dressed in black, with deep and restrained arrogance.

His pace was slow, but he was very fast.

Every step I took was like a leisure time after work.

It seems that the frequency of steps is not high and the amplitude is not large.

But surprisingly, the speed is extremely fast.

I had clearly seen the other party reaching hundreds of meters away, and I took a few steps slowly and got closer.

That feeling is like a kind of freedom to wander beyond the laws of space.

At this moment, the group of special forces members didn't bother to be amazed.

They all raised the anesthesia guns in their hands and shot them at the direction where the visitor was.

As a member of the elite special forces, everyone is a sharpshooter selected from thousands.

We have made sufficient preparations for grasping opportunities, judging space, and responding to enemies.

The tacit cooperation between each other completely blocks the angle that the enemy can dodge.

It can be said that this was a successful beheading operation.

It's a pity that they picked the wrong opponent.

Because all previous predictions and plans are based on known information.

For example, the grasp of shooting angle and spatial distance is a plan made before the action begins by analyzing the enemy's maximum speed and then using computer data processing operations.

But this plan has obviously deviated.

The enemy's maximum speed is faster than the known upper limit.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was so slight that it was almost inaudible that it sounded around.

It was like a storm, locking the space around the target.

Moreover, the landing point of each anesthesia needle has been carefully calculated.

But the target avoided too quickly.

With a big step, the ground under your feet trembled slightly, and a deep pit was stepped out of.

The target's body shuttles through the air, rubbing out a sharp and sharp sound boom.

The strong wind caused by high-speed movement was like a hurricane rolling up on the flat ground, raging and raging.

These special forces members were surprised to find that when the target moved, a long wave of air was drawn behind him.

The air waves that are visible to the naked eye make them ring the scene of jets sprinting in the sky.

Phantoms appeared in the retina.

I can't see clearly at all. Which one is a real person and which one is a phantom.

The strong wind swept through, and the group of special forces did not even have time to react.

One by one, they were knocked out by unstoppable forces.

The tragic scene seemed like a car accident.

The enemy shows no mercy, and the way to counterattack is very simple.

To describe it in one word, that is: rampant.

However, this counterattack method is combined with the ultimate speed, and it bursts out with unpredictable destructive power.

The special forces team members who were knocked away had their bones broken, and their broken bones broke and their flesh appeared. The bone marrow and blood splattered, and they fell to the ground like balls of mud.

Their whole body can no longer see any good parts.

The smell of blood spreads rapidly in the air.

Dozens of carefully trained special forces team members encountered the fate of team destruction in just a moment.

The miserable death is hard to see.

Although they are all top-notch warriors, the ending is still without any suspense.

You should know that under this extreme speed impact, even ordinary strong people must avoid the edge of the enemy for a while and dare not gently stroke the tiger's beard.

If each of these special forces members had the strength of a powerful man and could react in an instant collision, then this army would have been invincible in the world.

After all, elite special forces are still among ordinary people.

So how could it be, confronted with a non-human freak?

In a short period of time, none of the lurking special forces around were spared.

The target person is extremely cruel and ruthless.

When you arrive abroad, the sky is high and the birds are still flying, and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping.

The Dragon King of Black Prison naturally revealed his original appearance - cruel and ruthless.

In his eyes, a living life is no different from an ant.

After killing so many people one after another, he didn't even frown.

There was neither the excitement after the murder nor the slightest guilt on his face.

He looked calm, like a passerby who did nothing and knew nothing.

This indifferent expression is even more terrifying than any extreme emotion.

He is like a god of death from hell, wherever he passes, the flowers of life wither everywhere.

Indifferent and indifferent, like a piece of ice or steel. No external object can make his emotions feel irritated.

In his eyes, his contempt for life is revealed.

The shadow of death is with you, like a shadow.

At this moment, he stood quietly at the scene of corpses everywhere, staring ahead.

The blood flowing wildly seemed to be able to avoid the position where he stood.

She was dressed in black, unstained by blood, and was still as clean.

I stand alone, but I have the unique style of being the only one.

That is the style of blood.

The heaven and earth are solemn, and all things are quiet.

In the air, strands of solemn slaughter filled silently.

Not far away, several military trucks were parked.

A white general looked at the satellite surveillance screen with a dull look.

"This kind of inhumane guy will either be shot dead or firmly controlled, otherwise it will be a crime against ordinary humans."
To be continued...