DC Tyrant

It was as if the eyes were looking down at him through tiny tubes.

Frightened, Jack took out the M9 pistol from his thigh and struggled.

The method is fast and sophisticated, but it is too late.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Batty raised his right leg and kicked it towards his waist like he was kicking garbage.

Jack let out a shrill scream, his waist touched Baddy's sweeping leg, his waist and spine were completely broken, and there was a crisp click, like a piece of rag, hanging on Baddy's calf in the form of \u003c, being caught Bady flew out.

He hit the wall more than ten meters away, blood vessels burst, blood spattered, muscles burst, and the burst blood spattered onto the wall in large pools, which was shocking.

His face twisted in horror, his eyes protruded, and his body twitched and slid down the wall.

The cruel blood brings suffocating fear to the dead warehouse.

It's like smashing a water-filled balloon against the wall, bursting out in colorful blood.

Jenny covered her mouth and stared, and screamed; she hadn't expected this to happen.

Another soldier, Mason, was stunned.

His colleagues flew right in front of him, the wind hit his face, and things went so fast that his colleagues turned into a puddle of mud, spattering all the blood on the wall.

Ma Sen subconsciously turned his head to look at the wall. The fearful face of his colleagues, the hideous look with protruding eyes, and the shocking blood on the wall stunned him.

He was suddenly a little thankful that he thought it was enough for his colleagues to shoot, and he didn't shoot himself.

"Zizi...Soldier, report! Report! What happened?"

On the intercom, Slade's voice was particularly harsh in the silent and empty warehouse.

Mason's body froze, the hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't secrete a trace of saliva for him to swallow.

The walkie-talkie he was holding was a hot gourd, like a pulled grenade, and he wished he could just throw it away.

He looked at Bati next to him, with a trembling questioning expression.

Bady smiled indifferently: "Report the truth, soldier."

Mason was so trembling that he almost wanted to throw the walkie-talkie away. Facing Baddy's ruthless smile, he could only report with shaking hands and sweat dripping down his face.

"Colonel...colonel, the alien...man... regained his mobility, kicked...dead...Jack."

The Mason soldier finished speaking tremblingly, and only produced a little saliva after swallowing.

There was a silence on the intercom, after receiving this fact.

On the intercom, Slade's voice burst out from the bottom of his throat.

"Pamelodi!!"

Mason looked at Bati in fear, not knowing how to reply to the officer.

Barty nodded lightly, satisfied with Slade's anger. He looked down and saw the pistol pinned to the thigh of the Mason soldier's green uniform.

M9, eleven rounds.

Barty pulled the pistol from Mason's thigh, pulled the safety, and studied it as if he was very interested in firearms.

Mason was trembling like a thorn. He had an M16 automatic rifle hanging on his chest. The moment Bati looked down at the M9 pistol, he had an urge to raise the M16 and wanted to shoot Bati.

But he dared not, he was terrified.

Jack fired thirty consecutive shots and fired thirty rounds.

The M16 has a rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute, a muzzle velocity of 975 meters per second, and an effective range of 550 meters.

At the best range and the highest speed, Jack missed a single shot, and was kicked by the alien to sweep up the garbage, broke his spine, and died of bloody flowers hanging on the wall.

Guns no longer gave Mason any confidence.

Batty gently waved to the walkie-talkie, Ma Sen understood, and tremblingly extended the walkie-talkie into Batty's hand.

Barty pressed the intercom and said coldly: "Slade, you are always right. Although in my eyes, you are equally stupid."

After Barty finished speaking, bullets spewed out of the M9 pistol without warning.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Mason also ushered in his fate. He was shot nine times in a row in the chest and heart, sprayed blood, wailed and died, and fell to the ground.

From the very beginning when they felt cold towards Bati, this ending was already doomed.

Slade gritted his teeth coldly listening to Mason's scream of death.

"All of this is your plan. From the moment you wake up, you have been planning."

"Colonel Slade, you are too immature. Every thought of yours is in my head. Your will is not strong enough to carry it out thoroughly. Take precautions and imprison me on the fourth floor."

Barty said, and then he raised his M9 pistol and pointed it at Jenny.

Jenny was stunned, facing the pistol in Bati's hand, her head was blank, and she was stunned in a daze.

This situation is too stunned, and I am not in the mood. Words can describe everything Jenny sees.

The man I love deeply.

Barty, point a gun at yourself?

"Do you think you can escape? You have no way to break through the fully equipped brigade on the ground, a brigade of thousands of people, you can't escape, Pamelodi!"

Slade almost roared out this sentence.

'boom! '

The sound coming from the walkie-talkie was a gunshot.

Under the delicate collarbone on Jenny's right side, a blood hole is bleeding out bright red blood, staining her bright red dress with blood.

Jenny recovered from her astonishment, and the gunshot pulled her out of a blank state.

Her face was pale, and she couldn't believe it: "Baddy... aren't we in love?"

However, there was another gunshot, and a blood hole appeared above Jenny's heart.

Her shoulders trembled, like a lonely and helpless blood lotus trembling in the sun, abandoned without a place to live.

Jenny didn't feel the pain in her body at all, and the gunshot from Badi swallowed her pain.

"Don't make love so great."

Barty said with a blank face, the conversation between him and Jenny, the gunshots, were all heard by Slade through the walkie-talkie.

"All of this is through my own efforts."

"Aren't you my slave? Then, please die for me!"

Barty's ruthless voice was shot through the last bullet.

Jenny's eyes were blank, the mental stimulation, the blood splashed on the bright red dress made her fall to the ground numbly.

Under the sun and pool of blood, her bright red dress is even more seductive.

So far, the M9 pistol has no bullets.

Barty breathed a sigh of relief.

Slade was actually wrong. Barty had the confidence to break through the thousands of people, but he didn't have the confidence to save Jenny.

He is not yet an invulnerable steel body, nor can he fly, bullets can still hurt him,

He has only initially awakened the Kryptonian gene, and as the lowest warrior gene, this power is strong enough. But compared to others, such as Superman, Fiora, Zod's high-level genes of generals or commanders, he is really weak.

At least not even fly.

If you bring a Jenny, it will only make Jenny's death worse.

A person's Badi is a god and a demon.

But if you bring Jenny, you can only bring one corpse.

"Pamullotti, alien, you are indeed a cruel and tyrannical beast."

On the intercom, Slade's voice came out again.

"You who imprisoned me to study are not qualified to speak like this."

Bady's eyes glanced at Jenny's bright red dress, and he silently calculated the time it would take to get from the ground to the negative floor. Jenny could still bleed for a few minutes.

With Jenny's value, she won't die.

In the future, maybe she will deeply hate Bati.

But so what.

If you don't even understand why I'm shooting you now.

Then deeply resent me for playing with your feelings!

This is the case on Krypton, he betrays everything to get what he wants.

Here, and still is.

There was an unknown fire in Bati's heart, as if a group of brutal flames were burning in his heart, accompanied by the raging waves of his heart blood, the scorching heat burned him up.

He was angry with himself, and deeply suppressed his anger.

Only anger is useless, to vent, to destroy.

Bady was angry and calm in his heart,

Anger burned his nerves, giving him the idea of ​​destroying everything here. After he was illuminated by the sun, his evolved brain began to gather for him, searching for practical measures on how to destroy this place.

He said cruelly: "Slade, I know that there are troops waiting for me on the ground, and I also know that you are at the door of this warehouse, and there are soldiers from the entire basement floor waiting for me to go out and sweep me into a hornet's nest. "

"You've been thinking wrong all along, I won't run towards the ground."

"Continue to guard against me! Slade Wilson, if the defense fails, you will all die!"

Bady's face was cold, and his cold and heartless eyes swept over Jenny.

Jenny suddenly fell into a pool of blood, crawling unwillingly on the ground with her slender hands, as if she could feel the small red box in front of her with her fingertips, which contained a ring.

The anger in his heart was even stronger, his face was as cold as ice, he crushed the walkie-talkie, turned and walked towards the warehouse door.

18 o'clock in advance.