Ren still remembered that the strange hero Zorro whom he had tricked had similar strength and weaponry.
However, the Force firearm in Zoro's hand is a hunting pistol, while this one is a ferocious-looking sniper rifle.
The sniper rifle with a long barrel in Matthew's hand, paired with annihilation bombs, advanced armor-piercing bullets, special demon-hunting bullets and other ammunition, is definitely more terrifying.
Zorro is a lone ranger. Strictly speaking, the [Gunfighter] profession is not suitable for being a lone ranger. This profession should be teamed up with others to maximize its effectiveness.
In layman's terms, it means that shooters can easily be caught if they go solo, they need tanks and auxiliary protection, they need to move awkwardly from behind, continue to output, and deal full damage during team battles.
This makes sense, because Zorro, who was facing the grass, had already had one of his hands broken by Marquis Fenner of the Moon Wolf Tribe and Duke Tucker, the ghoul.
After retracting his thoughts, Ren immediately turned his attention to another fourth-level strongman. This man was very tall and held a large silver shield on his muscular arms. His appearance was somewhat similar to Matthew.
Seeing Ren looking at him, the strong man holding the shield smiled heartily and said angrily: "Hello, I am Ham Anderson, Matthew's brother, and the captain of the Sanguine Team."
"I've admired you for a long time." Ren replied with a smile, even though he didn't know the other person at all.
The two brothers are both fourth-level transcendent beings, and they are in the same hunting team, which is interesting. The Anderson family is probably not weak in strength.
However, they are probably not from Farolan. This combination must be quite famous.
Ham is obviously a [Knight] professional, close to the fourth level. However, although he is the captain, the tactical core of the team should be the gunner Matthew.
"Get ready to go!" After letting Ren and the Sanguine Team briefly communicate, Elena ordered directly.
Without any delay, she walked in front, and the group immediately followed her, heading towards the 7th Bureau headquarters in Diramo City.
Ren stood on the side of the street, watching them leave, thinking deeply in his heart.
When he saw the Blood Thorn Team today, he realized that when extraordinary people from different professions cooperated, the effect would be absolutely terrifying.
Either Matthew or Ham would be defeated by him if they faced him alone.
If singled out, they might not even be able to defeat Duke Norton, who can mimic the form of a werewolf.
But once they work together, with a Golden Rose Knight holding a shield in front and an airlock gunner roaming behind and firing cold shots, Norton will definitely die.
Even two Dukes of Norton would lose when faced with this combination. It is obvious that one plus one is greater than two.
The ghost-handed Marcello is a living example of his own experience. When he was restrained, he took a shot from Zorro and successfully jumped into the street.
Ren felt that even he would find it difficult to face the combination of Matthew and Ham. If he accidentally took a bullet from the sniper rifle, he would probably be unable to survive.
Thinking about professional matching, Renn walked on the street and felt that the combination of him and Lao Goat had a bright future.
And Kesha, one day when he is strong enough, he may be able to form a team with her, but for now, it seems that he can only be used as her thigh pendant.
Unknowingly, he walked through a busy street and arrived in front of a small villa, surrounded by a white wall and an iron gate.
Ta─
With his feet lightly touching the ground, Ren climbed over the wrought iron gate, landed on a lawn, and entered the garden in front of the villa.
This is not the residence of him and Kesha, but the home of a certain pretty widow. As for why he came here, of course it was a night raid.
Ren sneaked around and saw that the yard was silent and empty.
It was getting late, the servants had all left, and there were no guards. Also, this was a prosperous area of Diramo City, and the security was relatively good.
The corner of Ren's mouth curled up slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body slowly spun out. He jumped up and flew to the balcony on the third floor.
Through the screen window, there was still a light on in the room. There was a slight click, and Renn's fingers used strength to break the door handle of the balcony door.
He forced the door open, sensed the situation inside the house, and walked into the living room calmly without any guilt of being a thief.
The urn-shaped crystal chandelier shines with warm light, the leather sofa, the luxurious red carpet, the gorgeous nanmu furniture, and the famous paintings hanging on the wall show the wealth and taste of the owner.
Ren walked carelessly to the wine cabinet and touched the pattern on the golden nanmu. The wine cabinet was also engraved with the family crest.
Two crossed silver swords, ivy with stems and leaves wrapped around the sword, and a peony flower blooming on the hilt.
This is the coat of arms of the Baron Carmel family, a family with a long history that can be traced back to the time of William the Conqueror.
It was originally a family of earls, but over the long history, it has declined somewhat, and now it only maintains the title of baron.
Originally, there had been some improvement over the years, but a few years ago, the head of the family passed away, and the Baron Carmel family fell into internal strife again.
Several branches of the family banded together to bully the Baron's widow and her young son. At least that's what the Baroness who had a PY deal with Renn told him.
As for the truth, haha, grass has grown on Baron Camel's grave, and several of his children were on the road with him.
Some women cannot be married off, no matter how beautiful they are. The baron didn't understand this, so he died.
squeak─
Ren opened the wine cabinet, glanced at it, and picked up a bottle of red wine from the top. It was Crimson Moon, the top red wine famous in the mainland.
"Tsk tsk, you are really a rich man."
With an admiration, Renn took out another glass goblet, walked to the table calmly, unscrewed the cap, and poured himself a glass.
With the mellow wine in his mouth, Ren took a deep breath and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs with a lazy expression as if he had returned to his own home.
When his ears moved, there was a cry of a little kid and a sweet female voice coaxing the child from the bedroom. Apparently, the hostess was taking care of the child who woke up in the middle of the night.
Ren swayed the wine glass and slowly tasted the fragrant red wine. A quarter of an hour later, a certain bedroom door opened.
A graceful lady walked out of it. She was wearing a black gauze skirt. Her graceful curves and white and delicate skin were looming, making her mouth dry.
After closing the door and coaxing the children, Mrs. Ellie was about to go back to her bedroom to sleep. When her eyes swept across the living room, her expression froze.
"You...you are..."
She exclaimed softly and subconsciously took a step back. The crimson spiritual energy penetrated her body and caused a breeze in the room.
The hem of her skirt floated slightly, and her brown-red hair flew. After a moment, the frightened Mrs. Ellie realized that the visitor was an acquaintance.
"Shh, ma'am, keep your voice down, don't disturb the children and neighbors.
Even if you don't disturb them, it's not good if you disturb the flowers and plants." Renn raised his glass and said with a smile on his face.
