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Fisk paused.

Looking at the body on the ground.

With sudden force, he smashed the rapidly recovering corpse against the wall next to him, just like hitting a quilt, one after another, continuously and uninterruptedly.

"Clap clap clap!"

The corpse began to revive with the strength it had finally accumulated.

It shrank again.

Because the mouth and throat have not recovered yet.

Therefore, he couldn't make any sound, not even a groan or a scream.

Soon there was no movement.

Just not dead yet.

If you look closely, you will find that the broken blood vessels are slowly recovering.

Fisk was speechless.

He didn't expect to encounter a ghost creature with vitality stronger than his own!

This is indeed something.

What a ghost!

What he was dragging in his hands was a corpse.

Originally he was a fat man holding an iron ball.

He is tall, has an Asian face, and is bald.

He was also corrupted by this demonic arena.

But he did not receive any other power.

It just has extremely strong recovery ability.

Even if the body is torn into pieces and flattened.

The entrails and brains were ground into mincemeat.

But it can still recover and regenerate quickly.

Also, burning it with fire is useless.

His body seemed to be constructed of incombustible material.

The flame just appeared and then quickly went out.

Also, he has no soul.

In fact, all those who have been corrupted are soulless.

Therefore, Fisk wanted to kill him, but he was never able to do it.

I had no choice but to drag him around.

The entire art gallery is filled with tourists and gunmen who have been corrupted into demons. They have no souls and have become bloodthirsty and violent. Even when facing their companions, they will kill them without mercy.

Of course, there are still many people who have maintained their will, so their souls still remain in their bodies.

But this process makes them extremely painful.

Fisk could only help them get out of this.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Fisk raised his head and heard a voice coming from a distance.

That was... the sound of a grenade exploding.

Finally found it.

Without hesitation, he carried the axe and the corpse and rushed towards the place where the explosion came from.

Keith Howard rushed out from the smoke and dust of the grenade explosion.

Nikita rushed straight forward, his body was covered with dense wounds left by shrapnel, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the blood flowing out was purple, which looked extremely bloody, cruel, and a little disgusting.

However, blood is not very viscous.

So it's acceptable.

Just look at the wound.

He seemed to be facing the explosion of a grenade.

However, the wounds on his body looked horrible.

But it did not hinder his movements.

In just a flash he had caught up with Nikita.

Reaching out and grabbing Nikita's long black hair.

"Boom!"

Nikita raised her hind legs, as if she had turned into a scorpion, and quickly kicked at Keith Howard's lower abdomen. The heels of her high-heeled shoes were like sharp daggers, stabbing at Keith Howard's heart.

Precise and elegant.

At the same time, she threw the grenade in her hand out again.

It was thrown towards the ceiling and quickly collided with the wall.

"boom!"

Keith Howard's arm crashed towards Gao Feiqi, and red flames spread on his arm. Nikita's movements were not slow at all. Even though there was a wound on her lower abdomen, her movements were still vicious and every move was deadly.

But, she wasn't facing an agent.

But it's Keith Howard, the world's top fighter.

Her speed is comparable to that of Keith Howard.

The speed is not in the same league.

Nikita could even feel a burning sensation on the soles of her feet.

But right now.

The sound of explosion rang out again.

The sharp shrapnel penetrated into Keith Howard's back from behind, and the shock wave also deformed his movements.

The grenade that Nikita threw earlier finally worked.

The sharp dagger pierced into Keith Howard's throat in an instant.

The fierce and aggressive spy queen seems to be back again.

There was no hesitation.

Nikita swung the dagger violently, and the next second white bones, trachea, muscles and blood spurted out from the broken wounds. The purple blood sprayed all over Nikita's face, making the queen of agents who had retired for a long time breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had come back to life.

Keith Howard's face was filled with disbelief.

He fell to his knees, clutching his throat.

The body kept twitching, as if it was in a painful struggle.

Nikita let go of another grenade.

Prepare to insert the grenade along the wound.

But right now.

A fist had already hit her chest.

Without any precautions.

Nikita flew backwards quickly like a shooting star.

The clothes on her body were torn apart by the tremendous force, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Keith Howard caught a grenade that fell from the sky.

He picked up the pull ring on the ground, stuffed it back, and threw it aside.

The throat was torn and purple blood flowed out from the wound.

But he seemed to feel nothing at all.

He walked up to Mrs. Osborne who was sliding down the wall with an expressionless face.

Pin looked at the brown hair and nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out and prepared to rip her head off.

Nikita closed her eyes in pain.

She was filled with regret.

Sure enough, as long as it has something to do with that nigger.

No luck at all.

But I waited for a long time.

Nikita didn't feel any more pain.

She opened her eyes and saw Keith Howard in front of her.

The whole person stood there motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Keith Howard turned his head slowly.

Looking at the figure that appeared behind him.

The head is almost as high as the passage.

His whole body was covered in red and purple blood, and his hideous muscles were like blocks of iron.

Standing there was like a wall, blocking the entire passage.