Chapter 490 Almost

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An intense explosion rumbled in front of the building's door. In a few minutes, everything around the building had been completely destroyed!

Roads, street lights, building entrances, nearby shops, roadside flower beds, several military trucks, countless police cars, police, civilians.

Everything completely disappeared amidst the sudden explosion.

The entire scene was deathly quiet.

The flames silently burned the wreckage of the car, Gradually, the corpses of the police and civilians were swept away. Blood was evaporated in the blazing flames. It was only a few minutes. In just a few minutes, the chaotic scene of intense gun battles, bomb attacks, machine gun fire, and missile bombardments had completely quieted down amidst the final explosions of missiles, turning it into a space of death.

There was no sound.

It was so quiet that it made people panic.

"Heavens, what exactly happened? How did it end up like this?"

The chaotic footsteps in the corridor continued, However, the ordinary Rice Army that was responsible for occupying the space had already spread from the first floor to the twentieth floor, Each floor was firmly occupied by the densely packed American army. The special forces and special service soldiers in charge of pursuing Wang Fuyu rushed upstairs. One of them was lying on the ground, looking at the death space downstairs. He had an expression of seeing ghosts in the daytime and kept muttering to himself.

Before the final explosion, He was watching the mad slaughter downstairs with his comrades, At the same time, he called the headquarters over and over again, trying not to get in touch with Shi Hui. As an ordinary Rice Army, his mission was not dangerous. He was only responsible for occupying the space on the twentieth floor and blocking Wang Fuyu's escape route downstairs. As for the pursuit mission, it was all handed over to Red-robed, Special Forces and Special Forces.

However, this did not mean that their hearts were not bloodshot, In fact, as a soldier of the world's strongest nation, Every Milan soldier had an indescribable pride in their hearts. When the chaos broke out downstairs, Countless soldiers were howling at the command post, requesting reinforcements for the U.S. Police below. However, the command post did not send a response. For soldiers whose duty was to obey orders, even though their hearts were filled with rage, they could only watch helplessly without the command to support them.

However, they didn't even have much time to look at it.

The soldiers of the royal law enforcement squad quickly snatched away two of their helicopter gunships. The bullets from the heavy machine guns shot down like hail at the civilians and police below. One of them quickly rose, and then began to shoot crazily at the interior of the building.

Three floors. Sixth floor. Ninth floor. Twelve floors.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of several floors were instantly shattered into pieces. Bullets from heavy machine guns rushed in. The Mi Army, which occupied most of the floors, had no way to dodge. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and were directly shot into corpses by helicopters.

Then the helicopter started firing missiles.

The four small rattlesnake missiles on each helicopter were quickly launched, some exploding on the ground, and some even rushing into the building's floors.

Eight missiles in total.

The royal warriors didn't even waste a single missile.

The unscrupulous firing brought about the most terrifying destruction. Blood flowed out and down the floor. At first glance, it looked like a vicious saboteur had painted the building with countless red paints. It was gloomy and terrifying.

The last missile before the two helicopter gunships were shot down landed on the twentieth floor.

At that time, He watched helplessly as the missile flew towards his own floor. Countless people dodged in panic. The missile pierced through the glass. The strong wind caused him, who was standing right beside the bed, to suddenly lean backwards and fall out of the space on the twentieth floor. If he hadn't reached out and grabbed the eaves firmly, he would have fallen from the twentieth floor into a pile of minced meat.

It was extremely dangerous.

But this danger saved his life at the same time.

The moment his body fell, Before he could stabilize his body, The twentieth floor had already begun to explode, Broken office supplies, His comrades' corpse equipment, Scorching waves of air and blazing flames rushed out of the window almost at the same time. He instinctively lowered his head as he grabbed the eaves with his hand. Countless broken objects knocked his head to the point of bloodshed. His golden hair was also burnt in the flames. After the explosion, he tried his best to climb back into the building. Before he could react, another continuous explosion occurred downstairs.

He was completely dumbfounded. His pride as an American soldier vanished. His entire body lay limply on the ground, muttering to himself non-stop.

"Damn it, John, you're still alive. Today is definitely your lucky day."

Another wounded Rice Army came to his side and sat down. The gun on his body had disappeared and his entire body was charred black. He touched his pocket and took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes. He took out a pill and handed it to John who was muttering to himself, "Rookie, I think you need this now, don't you?"

John trembled, grabbed the cigarette and lit it for himself. He took a deep breath. After a long time, he calmed down and said in a trembling voice, "Why is this happening? Is the world doomed?"

At the end of his sentence, his voice carried a trace of crying, "Many people below have died."

"Yes, they're all dead."

At last, Rice Army sighed. He was slightly older than John and had joined the army for a long time. However, he suddenly encountered everything in a peaceful environment. His heart was also not calm. He took a deep breath of cigarette and gritted his teeth. "It was all the royal bastards. This was a war! We encountered a war!"

"But, why is there a war? Is peace not good?"

John was trembling violently, and in the blink of an eye he had smoked more than half of a cigarette.

Peace

War

The slightly older Rice Army 's eyes went dazed as he murmured, "Yes, why is there a war?"

"I don't like war. So many people have died. Why is this damn war?"

John's voice rose abruptly, and his voice was very excited.

"Pa!"

A slap landed on John's face.

"Remember, soldier, you are a soldier. This is not a soldier's attitude towards war! Damn idiot!" The confused veteran suddenly regained his consciousness.

John's lips trembled and he covered his face. After a few seconds of silence, he finally couldn't help but cry loudly. The fear and hesitation in his heart made his crying look exceptionally miserable.

The veteran did not stop his comrades from crying. He only lit another cigarette and silently inhaled.

The sound of footsteps was dull and messy.

More American troops rushed to the twenty-first floor under the leadership of the special forces and special forces.

As for the remaining two survivors on the twentieth floor, no one gave them a second glance.

In a state of war, everyone has their own duties.

The veteran stared blankly at his compatriots who were constantly rushing upstairs. He then turned his eyes to look out of the window of the building.

Looking down from this height, several blocks below could be clearly seen.

Countless military trucks rushed towards the building without slowing down.

The veteran was holding a cigarette in his mouth as he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

Laughter, tears, and footsteps merged together, spreading through the twenty layers of rich and special smell.

This was the smell of smoke, and also the smell of war.

"Shua!"

The saber light pierced through the air.

In the space on the 50th floor of the building, Qianqiu sliced through the air, and an almost perfect arc flashed by.

An American secret service soldier who had just rushed over had his neck sliced open.

There was no scene of blood spraying out of his imagination, only drops of blood spraying out.

The secret service soldier who had charged at him earlier seemed to have lost all strength in an instant. He fell to the ground and covered his neck, his entire body twitching violently.

"Your Highness …"

Wang Jianghai looked at Wang Fuyu, who had withdrawn his thousand years, and subconsciously shouted. His eyes were complicated, filled with joy, worry, and a trace of uncertainty.

There were many ways to cut the opponent's neck with a knife, but there weren't many ways to see blood. With Wang Jianghai's skill, he could do it. When a person's knife was fast enough to cut open the opponent's skin, the skin would only crack. The muscles would subconsciously close, and blood would only flow out after a while.

It's a simple principle.

Speed and control, to put it bluntly.

This was undoubtedly a waste of energy.

However, Wang Fuyu was different now. Wang Jianghai could clearly see that the necks of the fallen secret service warriors were split open, but there was no blood. It was as if Wang Fuyu had completely sucked the blood out of the enemy's body the moment the blade cut through his skin.

He and Wang Fuyu had rushed all the way from the thirteenth floor to the fiftieth floor. It wasn't a short time, but under the high concentration of his mind, Wang Jianghai still felt a little tired and had some subconscious panting. However, Wang Fuyu, who was originally exhausted, still had a calm expression and didn't have the slightest intention of being tired.

At first, Wang Jianghai felt that the side-by-side king was stronger than him, and his strong stamina could support his movements. However, as time went on, Wang Jianghai finally noticed the difference between Wang Fuyu and the two of them.

Every time he swung his saber, every step he took, every breath he took, the range of his saber, the distance he took, and the frequency of his breathing made Wang Jianghai feel more and more abnormal.

At this moment, Wang Jianghai could hardly detect Wang Fuyu's breathing. His movements seemed to be more agile, and his blade was lighter. The blade, which weighed nearly thirty kilograms, was like a toothpick in his hand.

There were even many times when Wang Jianghai could no longer detect Wang Fuyu brandishing his saber.

At this moment, the side-by-side king seemed to have entered a very mysterious state. Every movement was relaxed and freehand, extremely relaxed.

Slowly, even Wang Jianghai fell into Wang Fu Yu's rhythm. His beating heart gradually calmed down, and his chaotic breathing gradually disappeared. Finally, he saw Wang Fu Yu casually kill a secret service soldier, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Secret Service soldiers who could follow them all the way up, It's definitely not an ordinary character, At first, because the floor was too low, there were some SS-class or SS +-class secret service warriors who could barely keep up, but after 40 floors, they were all SSS-class experts. The one who was instantly killed by Wang Fuyu was a top-grade SSS + warrior. Even compared to Wang Jianghai, this kind of person's strength was not much weaker.

However, it was precisely this kind of person who was instantly killed by a single blade.

He didn't even have a chance to fight back.

If it was in the past, Wang Jianghai could be sure that with Wang Fuyu's strength, he would definitely not be able to do this.

All of this seemed to mean one thing.

It was something Wang Fuyu had told him not long ago.

Wang Jianghai's heart was filled with bitterness and uncertainty. He hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Your Highness, have you broken through?"

Breakthrough!

It was self-evident what this word meant when used on Wang Fuyu, who was already at the Quasi-X level.

A world-shaking expert!

Especially at this critical and life-threatening time.

If all of this was true, Wang Jianghai really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

A World Shaking Realm expert who had broken through his limits in a desperate situation, but was unable to walk out of the desperate situation, what was this?

God's joke?

"Breakthrough? No."

Wang Fuyu was silent for a moment, and his originally calm expression finally revealed a trace of boredom.

A little.

Wang Fuyu was unable to move this little bit of distance.

However, he could clearly feel that this was the closest he had ever been to a World-shaking Martial Arts Sovereign, but it was also the farthest he had ever been.

It was just a little bit, but it was like a chasm.

A little.

"Which point?"

Wang Jianghai asked subconsciously.

"I don't know."

Wang Jianghai smiled bitterly. He casually pointed at the secret service soldier who had fallen to the ground and said, "I cut his trachea and his blood vessels. His blood flowed directly into his trachea and soon suffocated. I could have done this if I had done it deliberately, but now I can do it. It's like, like instinct. Do you know what that means?"

After all, Wang Jianghai was a quasi-X level expert, not a newbie Xiaobai. Hearing Wang Fuyu's words, he immediately said, "This way, we can save more strength and maintain our combat strength."

"It's not just strength that's saved."

Wang Fuyu shook his head and said calmly, "Only now can I truly understand what my brother told me. A World-shaking expert is the strongest person in the world, but at the same time, he is also the person who is the most stingy with his own strength."

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