Chapter 781: Please give me your monthly ticket! The end of the month is coming soon!
Seeing Hannibal being beaten away, Wednesday was overjoyed. He immediately wanted to shoot again with the Holy Killer, but when he raised his hand, he realized that the Holy Killer in his hand... was gone. He looked up again and looked at the fallen killer in the distance.
Hannibal found out that the Holy Killer was in Hannibal's hands! It turned out that Hannibal had snatched the Holy Killer away the moment he was knocked away!
At this time, Hannibal also got up from the ground, and then took a bullet from his temple. The shape of the bullet was very strange, it was a silver warhead, and the warhead deformation was not serious. If an ordinary bullet hits the target
, will immediately deform and turn into a puddle, even if it is an armor-piercing bullet, but although this bullet has also deformed, the level of deformation is not high.
So we can also see the general situation of this warhead. The warhead is different from ordinary warheads. There are many strange and exaggerated reliefs on its bottom and surface. Making reliefs on bullets... This is the first time Kai has seen it, maybe
The inexplicable ballistic trajectory just now is the result of these reliefs...
Hannibal put away the warhead, then looked again in the direction where the bullet came from, and found that no one was there.
It seems to have retreated.
But it doesn't matter, you can escape the monk, but you can't escape the temple. Since they are helpers hired by the Continental Hotel, if you want to find them, just start from the Continental Hotel.
"Ha... what a surprise." Hannibal looked at Wednesday in front of him and showed a big smile. He looked very happy. "I originally thought they were just a group of scum, but I didn't expect you to hide a lot of things.
So tell me...what other surprises are waiting for me?"
Hannibal turned the Holy Killer in his hand and inserted it directly into the holster on his waist. There was no holster there originally, but now it appeared.
Wednesday's face was solemn, and he realized that they knew too little about Hannibal.
"Surprise? There is always something like this!"
Then Wednesday ran into the hotel very happily without any hesitation. Hannibal did not chase him, but walked into the hotel slowly.
The commander hiding in the dark immediately notified the troops ambushing inside the hotel.
"He has entered the hotel! Everyone, get ready!"
The gunshot sounded again!
Less than five seconds after the commander finished speaking, a report from the members of the second group came through the headset: "Two people from the second group were killed."
The commander's expression changed, and he was about to say something, but immediately a voice came from the headset again: "Four people from the second group were killed."
"The team leader dies, the sniper dies." After three reports, each time taking no more than five seconds on average, six people from the second team died.
The commander frowned. Before he came, he knew how strong this guy was, but it turned out that his estimate might not be enough. He hated this. Fighting is never as simple as pointing a gun at him. Intelligence is the key to fighting! But the fact is
Proved that their intelligence was a mess.
But he couldn't blame the intelligence collectors. After all... Hannibal himself was famous for being mysterious.
"Stay steady, don't take the lead, and make more use of the terrain! Keep suppressing fire."
To deal with an existence like Hannibal, one has to set a trap to put him in an unavoidable situation. But the problem is, Hannibal is so elusive that no one knows where he will appear next. Even now,
They don't know how Hannibal does it, so there is no need to talk about it.
The only way left is to use human lives to build a trap like tonight. Therefore, the commander received the order that all team members can be sacrificed, including himself. This group of people tonight are expendable.
piece.
The commander has long been used to this. The reason why they are called the Scarlet Guards is not only that they will bring bloodshed to their enemies, but also to themselves.
The Scarlet Guard is the most elite combat force in the High Table. However, the Scarlet Guard is updated very quickly, because in every mission, a group of Scarlet Guards will die. Of course, the treatment of the Scarlet Guard is also the best, even better.
Can drive some people crazy.
Eternal life! Of course, the premise is that you have to live until that time.
Under the cold-blooded and efficient orders of the commander there, Hannibal also felt the difference.
These people are not killers, or their style is more like soldiers, and they are very good soldiers. If I have to use a suitable adjective, it is death soldiers!
There are limits to how many gang members there are, no matter how fierce and elite they are. If three or five out of ten people die, the remaining people will lose their level if they don't run away. Soldiers with higher discipline will be better, but there is also a critical point, casualties and casualties.
If it is too severe, it will collapse.
But that's not the case with these guys in front of them. Death has some effect on them, but it's far from enough to make them collapse.
"He is breaking through the gap between the first group and the fourth group." The commander reminded again.
But as he spoke, Hannibal appeared in front of the enemy like a ghost, and the Holy Killer gun in his hand exploded. The two groups of enemies who turned to him saw bullets flying in front of them, and subconsciously crouched down to look for them.
Cover. This is a conditioned reflex developed by them in long-term combat, and it is not subject to the will of the commander.
It was also at this moment that Hannibal's shadow suddenly appeared ten meters away from the two of them. The member of the Scarlet Guard who was crouching and raising his gun immediately pulled the trigger and fired two short bursts, just to report Hannibal's position and let the others know.
Attacking together, it's a pity...
Snapped!
There was an extra hole in the tactical eyepiece on his right side, and it fell over when he turned on his back.
Then Hannibal moved again, and a member of the Scarlet Guard finally caught a black figure in the corner of his vision, and the muzzle of his gun was immediately pointed at it. However, although the black figure did not move quickly, it was not fast, just faster than the muzzle of his gun.
A little faster. Just when the muzzle of his gun was about to catch up with the figure, the muzzle of the opponent's gun was also aimed at him.
The member of the Scarlet Guard reacted quickly. He knew there was no time to aim, so he directly pulled the trigger towards Hannibal's range.
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Hannibal looked indifferent, ignoring the bullet that was chasing him twenty centimeters behind him. He stepped forward and rushed past him, raising his hand casually.
Snapped!
The gun was fired right in front of the guy, and there was no way to hide, so he turned his head and fell to the ground.
Also at the same time, touch!
There was a slightly dull gunshot, and a bullet hit the spot where Hannibal had just been standing.
Hannibal turned his head and looked outside the building. There were many snipers deployed outside the hotel.
Hannibal had anticipated this situation before, so he arranged for the Blood Mint to clean out those snipers. Now it seems that the Blood Mint's actions are a bit slow.
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"Sir!"
The commander was focusing all his attention on the interior of the hotel, so he was unable to react immediately when a communication was sent from a blocking point outside the hotel.
"Sir! Team A1 reports! Team A1 reports!"
The commander didn't get through until the communication started ringing again.
"Speaking."
"Sir, I am the A1 team. There is a situation with the B2 team directly opposite us."
"what's the situation?"
"No shots have been fired from B2 so far! The intercom is silent!"
"What?" The commander immediately realized something was wrong and immediately contacted the B2 team. "B2! B2! Please call back!"
When no response was received, the commander immediately notified the C1 team closest to the B2 team to check it out.
"Team C1 is coming over. Something may have happened to B2. That guy Hannibal has accomplices! Find them and kill them!" When the commander spoke, he was also upset. They knew the existence of blood mint, but Hannibal's
The sense of existence was so strong that they actually forgot about such a person!
But before he could reflect, gunshots were heard from the area where B2 was originally located, and the intercom was suddenly connected: "Captain, we were attacked. Three team members died and two were injured. Ah..."
After a scream, the intercom suddenly went silent.
The commander looked livid and grabbed the walkie-talkie to contact him directly: "A1, you are responsible for security. Why didn't you notice the attacker? Now tell me, what did you see?"
On the intercom: "A1 didn't find it, we lost our field of vision! We can't see what's happening on the other side at all!"
"Fake!" The commander's incompetent rage could only be expressed in curse words. But something immediately made him even more angry appeared, and the intercom rang again.
"Sir! This is C2, requesting support. We are being attacked by...ah! No!"
The commander doesn't know what to do now.
So he asked his subordinates around him: "Where are the people from the mutual aid association?"
A group of subordinates looked at each other.
A subordinate said hesitantly: "Other sniper sites sent back messages before... saying that people from the mutual aid association ran away... You said you understood..."
The commander was also so angry that he forgot that he already knew about this.
"Fake! These cowards! The orders from the High Table are absolute! They actually dare to run away from the battle!"
The subordinates stopped talking, which was clearly a passing of the blame.
Of course, they agree with this.
The commander was very decisive, knowing that he had no time to take care of the sniper team now. He immediately ordered one group of four to turn around on the spot to maintain the continuous output of firepower and delay Hannibal's scope of action. The second and third groups rushed over quickly.
Outflank from the front.
I have to say that compared to the previous temporary group of killers, these people are really good. Not only are their individual soldiers better, their cooperation is also more precise and efficient. They always maintain a dispersed formation and do not give Hannibal a chance to catch them all.
The opportunity is just to use superior firepower to suppress his action space.
This is the combat level of a regular team!
As a professional, Hannibal had to give them praise. More than a hundred elite veteran-level militants, coupled with good cooperation, can completely crush any intruder. That kind of wave, like a tide,
The onslaught coming from Bo Ying was simply not something that a normal person could withstand.
It's a pity that what they are facing are not ordinary people at all.
As time went on, Hannibal killed more and more people.
The Continental Hotel has a total of twenty-two floors. The first floor is the hotel lobby, and the second to fourth floors are banquet halls, restaurants, and various functional halls. The fifth to thirteenth floors are business suites and standard rooms.
From the 14th to 17th floors, there are deluxe king rooms, and from there to the 20th floor, there are deluxe suites and presidential suites. The remaining two floors are not open to external development.
The current guests of the hotel are basically concentrated above the fifth floor, and the high-top tables arrange their guests below the fifth floor.
Hannibal has now reached the third floor, but almost all the people on the high table are dead!
The commander was sweating now and didn't know what to do.
He brought a hundred people here this time, and now... even he himself doesn't know how many are still alive.
Not too much anyway.
Just when he was at a loss, the door to the command room was opened, and three men in black robes walked in. If you look closely, they looked different from ordinary white people. They looked a bit like Middle Eastern Arabs, especially
Their robes are basically Arab robes, but they are not the common white ones, but black.
When the commander saw the three of them, he immediately saluted and bowed respectfully.
"Sir..." The commander wanted to say something in fear.
"Don't worry, it was the judge who asked us to come here." One of the men in black robes seemed to understand the commander's fear and said very calmly.
The commander breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these three adults were because the Scarlet Guards had let them down.
"The Scarlet Guard is an important asset of the elders and can be sacrificed, but it cannot be wasted like this. The Inquisitor asked us to solve the problem."
The commander was immediately overjoyed, but on the surface he still said: "I am terrified... that I let noble people like you fight for incompetents like us. I deserve to die."
The three men in black robes didn't react much to the commander's flattery. They were used to it.
"I will let the dependents join the battle, and you ask the remaining Scarlet Guards to evacuate, otherwise... I can't guarantee whether there will be accidental injuries."
"yes!"
After saying that, the three men in black robes turned and left. Just before they left, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room, walking farther and farther away.
Those are the footsteps of the family members leaving!
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On the third floor, Hannibal stood in the banquet hall. Around him, more than thirty corpses were lying down!
And these thirty dozen corpses were the result of his victory in three minutes!
This shocked the attacking Scarlet Guards. They never knew that they were so weak. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should continue to attack.
Because the man who caused all this never used his hands from beginning to end!
That's right, since arriving on the third floor, Hannibal put away the Holy Killer and released the flying knives. Those dozen flying knives were above Hannibal's head, chasing each other like living creatures.
But this seemingly inconspicuous little blade caused more than thirty elite veterans to drink with hatred on the spot. Their limbs were broken off, and their plasma and internal organs were scattered everywhere!
Even these battle-hardened elite soldiers felt nauseated and nauseated, and their limbs became numb when they saw this scene that was like a picture of hell.
Hannibal turned a blind eye to the tragedy he had caused. He once again took steady steps towards the direction where the Scarlet Guards gathered. Listening to the faint sound of footsteps, a member of the Scarlet Guards finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart.
He stood up suddenly, pulled the trigger in the direction of the footsteps, and roared, and instantly emptied the magazine of the automatic rifle.
But when the bullets were fired, he found that there was no one there.
At this moment, Hannibal had somehow walked past him, and then there was the sound of a blade cutting the air above his head, and then a stream of heat came out of his throat. When he reacted, his eyes became frightened.
, threw away the rifle and covered his neck.
But that was destined to be in vain. The surging blood instantly drowned his hands, and his body fell limply to the ground, and then lost his voice.
At this time, other members of the Scarlet Guard, as if waking up from a nightmare, panicked and pulled the trigger on Hannibal!
