Colombia.

The Magdalena River is the largest river in Colombia, with a total length of 1,500 kilometers and is the most important channel for water transportation in Colombia.

There are dense primitive jungles on both sides of the river. Here you can find poisonous giant vipers, red-tailed pythons, poisonous frogs, murderous bees...swarms of military ants will tear and smash anything across their routes, and there is also a creepy small parasitic catfish that likes to swim up all the way until they get into the naughty horse chew.

However, compared with all the species here, an animal that really needs to be guarded against has no toxic pincers, no toxic teeth, and no toxic skin. It does not slide on the abdomen, does not make holes in the mud, and does not swim in the darkness that cannot be shined by the sun... However, even though they always claim to be civilized creatures, they often do things that are more vicious than any poisonous insect.

In these two million square kilometers of jungle, there are many indigenous villages living in the jungle for generations and are almost completely separated from the outside civilization.

Unfortunately, even though they chose to stay away from civilization, civilization still did not let them go.

Under the bloody dusk, a village was being slaughtered.

Neither the gray-haired old man nor the baby held in his arms could give the slaughter a trace of pity.

They were all wearing neat uniforms, with their hands protruding out their claws, and their eyes were like wolves under the night, emitting green light.

Compared to humans, they are more like evil spirits.

The natives tried to resist, but under the sharp claws of the other party, they were all easily torn apart like tofu.

In just a few minutes, the entire village was washed away.

Dozens of corpses piled up, and the bright red blood accumulated into a pond, emitting a pungent smell.

However, the expressions of several slaughterers did not change.

"He's not in now."

"He will come back."

"What do we do next?"

"wait."

After a few short conversations, several slaughterers dispersed and introduced into the shadow of dusk.

After a moment, a young native walked out of the jungle, carrying a bunch of bananas and holding a rough hatchet, humming an unknown tune.

When he saw the blood in his eyes and the piles of corpses, his smile froze on his face.

Before he could wake up from his horror, several black shadows fell from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.

The native's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hatchet in anger and chopped towards the guy in front of him.

However, what greeted her was a green light.

laugh!!

His hand with a knife flew out.

The man cut off one of his hands, then stepped forward with the other hand, pinched his neck, and asked coldly: "Where are they?"

The natives struggled angrily, shouting words of unknown meaning.

Several massacres did not hesitate and used old fists to hit the indigenous young man, which beat him all over.

The indigenous young people could no longer hold on, so they could only honestly admit defeat and point to the jungle west.

He can't speak the language outside, but he can understand it.

The massacres did not trust him, but pulled him up and let him lead the way.

They were looking for a temple hidden in the jungle, but the temple was not a monk, but a group of guerrillas.

However, no matter how strong the guerrillas are, how can they withstand the massacre of a group of superpowers?

Releasing the emerald green claw blade, easily cut the guerrilla guns and cut them into several segments.

In less than a minute, the entire temple inside and outside became hell, with torn corpses everywhere, blood was covered with cloudy films on the ground, and the pungent bloody smell flowed with the wind in the forest, causing many beasts in the forest to begin to restless.

However, the animals' keen perception made them dare to look at each other, but dare not approach the past.

"That's it?"

The captain in charge grabbed a head with his eyes closed and asked the team members next to him.

"That's right." The team member glanced at the head and nodded, "After killing him, there will be no survivors."

“Very good, go to the next location.”

The captain threw the head away. When he turned to leave, he immediately became serious when he saw the temple door, and shouted, "Who is it?!"

The visitor walked out of the shadow, quietly fell down his eyes, glanced at the corpses everywhere, and asked with a very plain expression: "The village not far away was also slaughtered by you?"

"Kill him!"

The captain suddenly handed forward with his left hand, and a three-inch-long flying knife in his hand was thrown at him. Its force was as fast as thunder, and its speed was faster than that of a bullet.

Bai Jinglan had no expression on his face and turned his head to avoid the flying knife.

A group of inhumane killers did not say anything nonsense. While the captain threw out the flying knife, more than a dozen killers rushed down at the same time. Each of them was no less than the speed of the journey. They waved the claw blades similar to Wolverine and stabbed him up, middle, bottom, and back four directions.

Bai Jinglan did not think about it, and his left finger bounced several times in an instant, bounced on the claw blade that was flying towards the middle road, and several killers flew out of the air.

At the same time, his right leg moved his lower leg and avoided the claw blade that attacked the lower lane. The airflow around him was surging, as if a hurricane was sweeping out. The rest of the killers immediately flew backwards and embedded heavily into the walls of the temple.

Bai Jinglan didn't put in much effort, but it was enough to crush a normal person.

However, even though these guys had broken bones, they just struggled there for a while, and then they had difficulty getting up again without even shouting pain.

After a few seconds, even a slight expression of pain disappeared.

This terrifying self-healing ability is more perverted than Wolverine.

However, these guys are not mutants, but nanorobots in the blood act as regenerative tissue.

Intuition of the beast.

Even more than Wolverine's power and reaction.

Eidman alloy skeleton.

The internal organs were replaced by machinery, and the blood was filled with nanorobots.

This is a better killing machine than Wolverine.

Bai Jinglan looked at them: "It seems that you are the black guards?"

According to the intelligence obtained by Stryker from the black market, the "Black Guard" is a private force and an affiliate of the Roxon Group. It handles safety issues caused by company operations at accident sites around the world. The general method is to use a large sum of money to cover up the truth, or directly kill the whole family of the person who raised the problem.

The reason why these guys are very close to Wolverine is mainly because the Roxon Group obtained the information documents of the X weapon, which contained the design drawings of Stryker's transformation of Wolverine back then. So the Rodson Group used the same method to create a group of counterfeit Wolverines who completely obeyed the orders.

These guys who came out of the black guard came and went like ghosts, and usually lurked in this jungle.

The jungle of 200,000 square meters is guaranteed to be unable to find them.

The base detected on Friday did not include the Black Guard's station, so Bai Jinglan asked the Death Girls to pick out the discovered Roxon bases, and he himself came to the Great Jungle of Columbia.

There are dozens of copycat Wolverines here, each of which is bloody and can be killed without any scruples and then created into a black lamp messenger.

In addition, according to Stryker's news, the Black Guard's residence has artificially synthesized the formula of Eidman alloy.

Whether it is dozens of good black lamp messengers or X weapons information, the formula of Edman alloy is worth Bai Jinglan himself.

Then, he encountered the massacre.

The Roxen Company established a base in the Columbian jungle and unscrupulously conducted various weapon tests, causing countless harm to the local environment and residents. However, when the money-lost official palace turned a blind eye, the residents could only spontaneously organize their resistance. These people who tried to resist the Roxen Company became the targets of the black guards' training, and were massacred by one village after another, which was even more ruthless than Duat of St. Mark.
Chapter completed!