Chapter 224: One Man's War (6)

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As soon as control of Warsen Dayton II was restored, Quincuneil, Dracula, and the other super elites of the US secret service had already received the news. Under normal circumstances, this was the thing that could threaten them the most. Now that the biggest threat had disappeared, everyone immediately began to move closer to the two X-class players present.

Quincuneil subconsciously swept his gaze over the surrounding crowd. The corner of his mouth twitched. There were more than 30 super masters. Now, including his Dracula, there were less than 30 people left. Six or seven people had died under the bombardment of the world-destroying missile!

Six or seven.

Quincuneil was so distressed that blood almost dripped from his heart. This was not an ordinary soldier, nor was it an ordinary elite special agent. Rather, it was a true super expert. To a certain extent, this was a national treasure.

Top SSS + level experts, at least two of the eleven major indicators have reached X-level. Even in the United States, there aren't many such people.

Now, more than 30 of them were already the dawn of darkness, The FBI, the FBI, The CIA, the CIA, and the Eastern Theater of Operations, Most of them came from the Dark Dawn of the highest-ranking secret service system in the United States. This was already more than half of the superpower in the United States secret service system, but now, only six or seven people had been lost due to the bombing of the missile. This also meant that at least two or three of the superpower in the secret service theatres had been completely annihilated.

This was a completely unbearable loss, especially since the United States now only had two X-class existences. This loss was even more infinitely magnified.

Kungunir's eyes darkened. Perhaps the loss in front of him was hard for him to accept, or perhaps he had witnessed Lin Xiaocao's strength. He had been in a state of extreme anger and had fully awakened. This was the first time he had started to reflect on whether it was worth it or not.

If he died, wouldn't many things happen?

Could it reduce a lot of unnecessary losses?

Was the famous puppet master the woman of this man? He was so crazy because he wanted to avenge himself for the Puppet Master?

What happened to that woman? Was he dead?

Killing a puppet master, even if he died, it would still be worth it, right?

Quincuneil's mind was in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses until he was ruthlessly pulled by someone.

"Are you afraid?"

General Dracula asked in a deep voice.

"What am I afraid of?"

Quincuneil sneered. As for the captain of the Dark Dawn Combat Brigade, He had always looked down on the captain of the extra squad. Although his status seemed to be independent, he actually did not have the authority to make decisions about a country's special service organization. He was clearly an experienced X-class, but he had to wait until the X-class in the United States was about to die before taking the position of presiding judge of Dark Dawn. Wasn't this incompetence?

Even though Lin Xiaocao knew that Dracula was even stronger than Williams, who was known as the King of Strength, In terms of strength, he had truly reached the limits of his body. However, Kungunir still did not look up to him, and even looked down on him even more. This was a very morbid state of mind, mixed with jealousy and unwillingness. In his opinion, Dracula's limits of human strength were a complete waste of resources. No matter how powerful he was, he was just a super fighter with empty strength.

"Hey, listen, this isn't a daze. Whether you're scared or not, you have to choose to fight."

General Dracula sneered and retracted his arm from Quincuneil's shoulder.

Kungunir took a deep breath expressionlessly. His entire body immediately felt a burst of intense pain. In the battle with Lin Xiaocao just now, he wasn't simply completely suppressed. Facing such a violent and arrogant attack, although he barely managed to survive, he was now suffering from old injuries and heartache. Although his current X-class combat strength only made him look a little haggard, his combat strength had actually started to decrease drastically.

After a short exchange, he had already roughly understood Lin Xiaocao's strength, or rather, his strength that had already been exposed.

Limit speed of the human body.

The ultimate strength of the human body.

Limited reaction speed of human body.

Extreme explosive force of the human body.

No other abilities available.

However, these four limits of the human body were enough to make one feel despair.

X-class was a so-called limit and infinite domain. Anyone who could step into this domain, regardless of their strength, would generally be called X-class. However, in the hearts of the people of the Dark World, they had their own set of rules.

Under normal circumstances, one of the X-class experts could reach the true limits of the human body, or there was more than one person who could reach the limits of the human body with just a sliver of distance. They were called top-grade X-class experts.

Williams, who had died in battle, had almost reached his limits in terms of strength and fighting prowess.

The current Dracula was the true limit of power, and both of them could be called peak X.

However, the current enemy was at least four human limits.

In recent decades, there was only one such person in the US secret service system.

That was Rodriguez the Destroyer who had died in battle.

Nowadays, there was no such powerful figure in the United States.

In other words, even if he and Dracula worked together, they wouldn't be able to defeat each other.

What about the 20 plus SSS + players at the scene?

Quincuneil's expression flickered because he could not get a definite answer.

Their lineup was already terrifying enough. Combined, their combat strength was undoubtedly world-shocking. However, their weakness was that each person's level was different, and their strengths were also different.

If the enemy's speed had already reached the limits of the human body, what would happen if he were to break through them one by one?

Quincuneil's heart began to shake.

He had just thought about what would happen if he died, not how great he was, wanting to sacrifice himself, but...

He wanted to run!

It was undoubtedly a stupid decision for the enemy to leave the guild, but the other party had clearly stared at him. At this time, even if Quincuneil was in the guild, he did not feel safe.

Run.

Thinking of this word again, Quincuneil's heart instantly became hot.

"What do you think?"

Dracula's voice sounded in Quincuneil's ears again. It sounded very calm, but the impatience behind his calm was becoming more and more obvious.

The two of them were currently hiding behind a collapsed wall. The entire battlefield became exceptionally quiet. The moment the last few bombs landed on the ground, everyone was sent flying to find a safe shelter. This was the case for the super agents of the United States, Lin Xiaocao.

Therefore, the entire battlefield was silent now, but killing intent filled the air. It seemed that the peaceful confrontation between the two sides could be completely broken at any moment. It was difficult to say what kind of situation it would be at that time.

Kungunir took another deep breath and resisted the intense pain and discomfort coming from his body. He stuck his head out and looked at his surroundings.

The downtown area that had been wreaked havoc by the bombs was now a complete mess. It was not an exaggeration to describe the ruins. Remnants of rocks, broken streets, collapsed buildings, and the environment were extremely complicated.

Kungun subconsciously smiled bitterly.

"Damn it, the situation is not good. The other party's speed is too fast. None of us can hold him back. In this environment, the other party can use his own speed to dodge perfectly. If we want to keep him, I'm afraid we will pay a great price."

Dracula Cook did not say anything, apparently acquiescing to this point.

A large-scale group of people were encircled and annihilated, Such tactical styles are rare in secret service systems, Secret Service is mysterious and powerful, In countless missions, The most common are tasks performed by a small team or unit, There are even more examples of individual missions than of large-scale operations, Large-scale participation in the fighting is not uncommon, But every time, it must be carefully prepared, This battle was too hasty, facing another super expert who could crush everyone present. What was even more damning was that he was still in such a complicated environment and could not use all kinds of high-tech weapons. This kind of battle could only be described in two words as the mood of the American secret service experts.

Suffering.

"Request reinforcements from the army to surround this place first?"

Quincuneil was silent for a moment before he spoke softly. He paused for a moment when his words reached his mouth.

They charged over aggressively, but now they had to seek the support of the ordinary army. If they really did so, not to mention how the status of the United States in the Dark World, which was heavily damaged by the Secret Service, would decline, even in the hearts of their own people, the influence of the word "Secret Service" would be greatly diminished.

Dracula was obviously more pragmatic than Quincuneil. At this time, he had never considered the issue of face. He shook his head and said, "The other party will not give us too much time. The situation is in his favor. As long as he is not stupid, he will definitely attack first."

Quincuneil looked up at the weather and felt a sense of despair in his heart.

In the United States, in the face of a large number of people, he actually despaired.

Kungun laughed self-deprecatingly.

Is there anything more ironic than that?

"Let's go together. You, me, Downey, the three of us are in the first echelon. We are in the second echelon. We are in the third echelon. We are in the third echelon. Everyone else, let's move together and quickly search the battlefield. Once we discover the target, we'll all gather fire and kill him!"

Kungunir said coldly, his tone resolute and cold.

Whether this was the method or not, there was a high possibility of heavy losses, but in such a situation, this was the most feasible method.

When he said this, Quincuneil was already mentally prepared for a tragic victory or a tragic defeat. After a tragic victory, he would definitely face the reprimand of Congress and the government. As for his defeat...

If he failed, he would have to be prepared to run.

"Alright."

Dracula took a deep look at Quincuneil and said indifferently, "If something goes wrong, I will choose to share it with you."

Quincuneil smiled. This peak X, who had stayed in a position with no real power for many years, was truly human.

He smiled and shook his head. He turned on the walkie-talkie beside his ear. "Everyone, everyone, this is Quincuneil. Everyone, people who have reached X-class speed, come to me and Dracula as the second echelon."

He raised his hand and looked at the multi-function military watch in his hand. He continued, "The coordinates are …"

Quincuneil reported the coordinates twice in a row and patiently waited.

Ten seconds later.

A light but swift sound of footsteps rang out.

In the line of sight of Quincuneil and Dracula, one, two, and three figures began to swiftly approach.

Dracula turned on the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, this is Dracula. Everyone, I'm Dracula. Everyone, those who have reached X-class firearms will be in the third echelon. Meet me here with Kungu. The coordinates are..." Dracula turned on the walkie-talkie-talkie.

He also reported the coordinates twice in a row, then looked at Quincuneil and said, "Fight!"

Quincuneil nodded. This was his only choice.

Six, seven, eight...

More and more people appeared in Quincuneil and Dracula's field of vision.

The first three arrived almost at the same time. After saluting the standard American military salute, they said in a low voice, "Second echelon, report!"

Quincuneil nodded casually.

The people behind followed closely behind.

"Third echelon members report."

Dracula and Quincuneil muttered absent-mindedly. Then, they were stunned for a moment. Their expressions changed drastically as they turned around and said in unison, "Third echelon?!"

The person who spoke was obviously stunned for a moment. "Dimon of the Eastern Theater of Operations, firearms control X-class."

Quincuneil's heart sank.

He subconsciously looked behind him.

It was as if no one was gathering in this direction.

Three top-notch SSS + masters with X-class speed?

Quincuneil didn't know much about the lineup this time, but he knew very well that with Dark Dawn and the FBI, there were more than three experts whose speed had reached X-class.

Moreover, they weren't the three in front of him.

As for firearms, there were even more that had reached the X-class.

What about the others?

What about the others?!

Kungunir's breathing suddenly quickened. His eyes were bloodshot as he took out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Everyone, gather around me as the first echelon if you reach X-class. Gather around as the second echelon if you reach X-class. Roger that. This is Kungunir. Roger that!"

There was no sound inside the walkie-talkie except for the soft rustling sound.

An indescribable fear emerged from Quincuneil's heart, causing his entire body to freeze.

No one answered. What did this mean?

Quincuneil's body trembled slightly. Just as he was about to say something, there was finally an echo on the walkie-talkie.

"Uh..."

A short syllable.

It was so short that one couldn't hear the meaning of the syllable clearly. It was like pain, but also like an unconscious voice.

This is...

A thought flashed through Quincuneil's mind.

This is Brian Downey's voice.

Brian Downey, the new captain of the U.S. Dawn Secret Service Brigade Brigade. Strength, speed, flexibility, fighting skills, body endurance, instant explosive power, mechanical control of the seven X-ranks. The former head of the Eastern Theater of Operations was also the strongest person in this group, apart from Quincuneil and Dracula.

"Bryan, what's the situation?"

Quincuneil asked without hesitation, his tone hasty, with a trace of fear that he had not even noticed.

The walkie-talkie soon received an echo.

However, it was not the echo that Quincuneil wanted, but a voice that made his entire body feel as cold as an icy cave.

"Hmm? Is this Brian? He's dead."