Super Extreme Mission System

(Brothers and sisters, this chapter will usher in a climax, a new setting, ruthless enemies, the black hands hidden behind the scenes, and the tip of the iceberg will also be revealed. What will be the future of Jiang Yizhou?

If we keep going, everything will begin and kick off in this chapter... Well, the monk has not saved the manuscript. In the past, there were two chapters a day, one chapter of 2,000 words, a total of 4,000 words. Now, I promise

I promise you, ten thousand words will burst out, and if you give it your best, the monk will give it your best, and the ten thousand words will burst out, and it will last for more than one day! The monk really tried his best, so, brothers and sisters, do you really want to see the monk die of exhaustion... No, no,

Did he die from vomiting blood? Even so, as long as you work hard, the monk will die with a peace of mind. Come on, let the monk die excitedly, don't die in loneliness!)

Just on the cruise ship on the high seas, when Jiang Yizhou was looking at the mysterious old man in front of him in astonishment and the middle-aged man Artai who had suffered a comminuted fracture, it was still the same earth, the country of China...

Tiandu City, an international metropolis.

The night here goes beyond the bustling daytime. There is a feast of lights and a sea of ​​people. Tourists taking pictures, hawkers selling goods, cars passing by... In fact, the nightlife in a prosperous metropolis is all paved with money, and the colorful

Under the neon lights, of course, there are also dirty white powder trade and human flesh trade hidden...

Far from the ground, on the rooftop of a thirty-storey building, there is a silence that is incompatible with this noisy night.

A "Beretta M82A1" heavy military sniper rifle known as the "King of Snipers" is standing steadily on the edge of the rooftop, its dark barrel facing the bustling street below.

"Brother Dao, we haven't used guns to kill people for a long time. Why are you so careful this time?" A short, lean man in black clothes removed his eyes from the infrared night vision telescope and looked at another man beside him.

asked.

The man known as "Brother Dao" is also dressed in black clothes. At this moment, he is observing the situation on the street through the scope of the sniper rifle. "Hmph, someone is offering 100 million to take Jin Dafu's life. So,

The price is high, why? It can only mean that Jin Dafu must be a difficult owner!"

"So what? Brother Knife, who doesn't know how good you are at throwing knives? No matter how rich he is, if we two brothers take action, we will still become dead ghosts?!" A sneer appeared on the corner of the short man's mouth.

"Brother Dao" looked back at the short man and said, "'Hammer,' don't underestimate the enemy. I learned that Jin Dafu recently hired two bodyguards with a lot of money. These two people have a lot of background, although I don't know their strength.

, but it is said that both of them are members of some mysterious organization such as knight warriors! I don’t want to fall for this vote!”

"I listen to you, Brother Dao, but this time I'm afraid I won't be able to see the eyes of the person whose throat I cut, struggling before death, ha." "Hammer" replied with a sinister smile.

"Squeak--" A stretched "Mercedes-Benz" stopped in front of the "Xiaoyao Paradise", the largest erotic entertainment venue in Tiandu City. The doorman saw the oil and water here, immediately greeted him with a smile, and opened the door.

"Ahem, cough..." The first person to get out of the car was a slightly hunched old man. This old man was about sixty years old. His short stature of over 1.6 meters was not commensurate with this luxury car at all.

Coughing, he looked around aimlessly, then put his hand on the car door.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man with a big belly stepped out of the car. This man was about forty years old. He wore a thick gold necklace around his neck. The gold was shining, and his bald head was even more shining in the light.

"Brother Dao, you didn't spend the money in vain, the information is accurate, it's Jin Dafu, this fat sheep!" "Hammer" said excitedly after seeing this middle-aged fat man in the telescope.

"He is a damn ghost. We will have to thank him for the rest of our lives! Humph!" With a cold snort, "Brother Dao" gently pulled the trigger of the heavy sniper rifle.

"Bang!", the advanced armor-piercing sniper bullets modified by these two killers instantly hit Jin Dafu's bald head!

"Whoops!" The high-speed rotating armor-piercing bullet tore through the air. The two killers seemed to see the string of zeros behind the $100 million, as if they saw the beauties in swimsuits on the beach in Hawaii...

"Ding!" The bullet did not hit Jin Dafu's bald head! "What?! How is this possible!"

The inconspicuous little old man who got out of the car earlier had a thick hexagonal shield appear out of thin air on his rickety back. No, it was not a shield, it was a giant turtle shell! There was also a giant turtle shell that quickly sprouted out of it.

The spikes were as thick as a thumb! The bullet hit the turtle shell!

"No, we've encountered a rough patch. Let's go quickly!" After "Brother Dao" saw this incredible change in the scope, he was stunned for two seconds, but after many battles, he immediately came to his senses and threw it away.

With the sniper rifle in his hand, he shouted at "Hammer".

"If you miss a hit, you can escape thousands of miles away! This is how the two killers in Tiandu City work!" Before "Hammer" could react, he heard someone say by the rooftop exit door, "I want to leave, but it doesn't seem like that."

It's easy!" A strong man about 1.9 meters tall blocked the exit.

This strong man was naked from the waist up, and his muscles seemed to burst. He stood there, like a thick city wall! He wore a black cloak, swaying in the wind, and his hands were clenched, causing his bones and joints to crack continuously.

, "Click, click!".

"I, Bai Hu, haven't killed anyone for a long time. The last time was... let me think about it, oh, it was the night before yesterday, hehehehehe..." The muscular man in front of him seemed to be chatting casually, facing the two people in front of him.

said the killer.

The night before yesterday, wasn't it just two days, he actually said that he hadn't killed anyone in a long time? What kind of devil is he!

"Pinda!" "Hammer" woke up at this moment and unlatched the MP5 submachine gun slung on his back. After all, he is a cold-blooded killer, and his job is to lick blood from the knife edge!

"Boy, you're looking for death. No one is forcing you. Brother Dao, watch me shoot him into a hornet's nest!" After saying that, "tap-tap-tap...", a bunch of bullets were shot at Bai Hu's body crazily.

"Whoa!" Bai Hu's body flashed, leaving an afterimage of his cloak.

The bullet... was empty!

"Hammer" felt several intersecting white lights flash before his eyes, and his consciousness was no longer under control... Then, the head of this first-level killer nicknamed "Hammer" was broken into more than ten pieces, including eyeballs and teeth.

, the brain fluid was flowing all over the floor, it was very scary.

"Strength value, agility value, and comprehensive combat effectiveness are not even at the first level. They are low, too low, and boring! Huh, if a bastard like you died in the hands of my white tiger, your death was not in vain! It's your turn.

!" Bai Hu turned his back to the body of "Hammer" and said to "Brother Dao" who was nicknamed "Sky Striker" in the killer world.

The "Sky Striker" on the side stared straight at the pile of "parts" on the ground. Just now, he watched helplessly as White Tiger tore apart the "hammer" with a pair of bright steel claws that grew out of thin air from his wrist.

!He was used to seeing bloody scenes, but he had never seen such bloody scenes.

"Plop!", "Sky Striker" knelt on the ground facing White Tiger, "Master White Tiger! Spare the little one, the little one has eyes and cannot see the mountain, let me go, let me go! Let go..." "Shua!"

A ray of light shot towards the white tiger. This "Sky Striker" was indeed cunning, taking advantage of the white tiger's slackness to use his trump card - the flying knife!

At such a close distance, the killer "Sky Striker" was completely confident that he could shoot the flying knife through the two-millimetre-thick steel plate! Therefore, the moment the flying knife was shot, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of "Sky Striker"'s mouth.

However, when the tip of the knife was three centimeters away from the white tiger's chest, the flying knife stopped! The flying knife was suspended in the air and stopped! A dark gray mist surrounded the flying knife, and the flying knife was in the mist.

Trembling slightly.

"Haha, not bad, a bit strong!" Bai Hu grabbed the flying knife and walked towards Sky Striker.

"The speed is just okay, but the strength is too weak! If you practice more, I guess in five years, you will have some small achievements. Alas, is there no one who can compete with me, Bai Hu?" Bai Hu said as he licked

The flying knife is blue and extremely poisonous! The flying knife is quenched with poison! However, this poison is like a layer of honey to the white tiger!

"Monster! I will fight with you!" "Sky Striker" suddenly jumped up, pulled out a short-handled machete behind him, and slashed at the white tiger.

"Bang! Swish!" When the knife struck the steel claw on Bai Hu's right wrist, a steel thorn shot out from the middle of the steel claw!

"Plop!" "Sky Striker" fell to the ground. Before he died, he still looked at his pierced heart as if he didn't believe it!

After doing all this, Bai Hu looked at the steel claws that were automatically retracted into his wrists, and said to himself: "Old Turtle's defense seems to have increased again. Damn it, heavy sniper armor-piercing projectiles shot him, and he even hit him with a burst of energy."

No luck, it seems that Jibie is about to be promoted again, something evil..."

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"Don't tell us that your self-healing ability is not up to the level of handling this minor comminuted fracture..."

Opposite Jiang Yizhou, the middle-aged man Artai seemed to be watching a children's joke and didn't care at all about Jiang Yizhou's bared teeth.

"Please, uncle, the fracture is pulverizing. It's not as simple as just breaking the skin. Can you, you two, be a little bit humanitarian? I'm going to die from the pain!"

Jiang Yizhou said this, but the movements of his hands did not stop. Intermediate recovery potion, Qi-Bettering Pill, Dog Skin Plaster, Five Qi Chao Yuan, Qi Huang Technique... Anything that is good for himself, can relieve pain, cure...

In front of the mysterious old man and the middle-aged man Artai, Jiang Yizhou took out all the elixirs and potions, including various magical skills, and used them one by one.

The two people on the opposite side seemed to be performing magic tricks on Jiang Yizhou, taking out so many things and restoring their body functions at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were very curious and did not stop them, watching Jiang Yizhou's self-rescue performance in silence.

"Old Lan, this boy's mechanical body recovery ability is not inferior to that of the 'Apostles'! No wonder Dapeng said that when this boy fought against the 'King of Thieves', the two were equally matched."

Tai pointed at Jiang Yizhou and said to "Lao Lan" with a smile.

"Haha, yes, it's beyond my expectation!" Mr. Lan also responded cheerfully. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think of the kind old man in front of you as the one who just "instigated" others to break Jiang Yizhou's arm.

related to the "tragic" things.

"'King of Thieves'? 'Apostle'? 'Apostle' again!" Jiang Yizhou's pain has been reduced by half at this moment. The rest is just getting better slowly and consuming time. He was originally thinking about when he would get back on his feet, but

, the conversation between the other two completely made him temporarily put aside the grudges that were not grudges.

In the back of his mind, "What is this 'apostle' you are talking about?! 'King of Thieves'... I seem to have heard that he is only half an 'apostle', right? Just half, he can be on par with me."

It's a draw, but if it's one...they are very powerful, right? Is that golden masked man Cang Lanxu an 'apostle'?"

"Jiang Yizhou, sit down and let's talk." Artai calmed down his joking expression and sat down first, making a "please sit down" gesture to Jiang Yizhou.

Jiang Yizhou stopped being pretentious. From this point of view, the two opponents were friends, not enemies. The previous attack was just to test his own strength. Then, if the master asked, there must be something important. In addition, he and himself were

Artest fought with each other based on his strength, no one took any tricks. Artest won openly and openly, without any conspiracy. Therefore, Jiang Yizhou, except for the slight dissatisfaction in his heart, had already restrained his anger.

"Cang Lanxu is a member of the 'Knights Templar', and the 'apostles' we call are just used by the 'Knights Templar' to fight in the frontline and act as cannon fodder. Oh, in other words

, not a regular army!”

The middle-aged man Artai explained to Jiang Yizhou seriously, not even the slightest bit joking.

"What? The 'Apostles'... are just cannon fodder for the pre-war? Not even the 'regular army'? Then... then how powerful is this damn 'Knights Templar'? Is it invincible? Then Cang Lanxu

, in this 'Knights Templar', what kind of character is he?"

Jiang Yizhou asked anxiously, if Cang Lanxu, the existence that even he looked up to, was a low-ranking existence in the "Knights Templar", then what if, let's say, this "Knights Templar"

They are evil beings. Wouldn't the whole world be manipulated by them?

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