“Scattered retreat!!”

This group of terrifying killing machines are not real robots, but still have human minds. After realizing that Bai Jinglan could not be provoked, the guy as the captain resolutely issued an order to evacuate.

More than a dozen team members did not hesitate, swinging the energy blade in the cracks of the fists, cutting the wall like cutting tofu, and escaping in all directions.

Their running speed was comparable to that of cheetahs. They disappeared into the darkness without a trace of light in almost a few breaths.

"Can you run away?"

Bai Jinglan curled his lips and waved his hand.

"Lock of Heaven!"

In the next moment, golden ripples appeared in the cold and clear air, and chains shining with dazzling light suddenly extended along the empty night.

"Wow——"

"What's this!!"

After a few breaths, accompanied by the sharp metal sound, the escaped black guards were pulled back by the Sky Lock, curled up and hit the stone wall of the temple, and then rolled down to the blood-covered floor.

A group of killers were thrown to death by the head and bleeding. Although they recovered quickly, they still couldn't help but feel trembling when facing their helpless opponents.

"Who are you?" the captain tried to keep calm, "Are you a mutant?"

Bai Jinglan replied without asking: "Have you seen many mutants in the base of Roxen Company?"

The captain pursed his lips and showed a contemptuous smile: "Are you trying to torture us when you catch us? Don't dream, my people are more tenacious than Sneck Tanz, and no one will let you go..."

Bai Jinglan stared at him for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Do you believe that people have souls?"

"Of course humans have souls, but I don't know if mutants like you will have souls, but I hope you have souls-" The captain stared at Bai Jinglan calmly with a creepy gaze, grinning, "Because my boss will definitely kill you, and we will all wait for you in the fire of hell, tearing you apart thousands of pieces!"

"So you know you'll go to hell, too."

Bai Jinglan shook his head sarcastically and changed his tone, "But I can be sure that you must not know how terrible hell is, otherwise how dare you do so many evil things? Especially... you dare to shout at the Lord of Hell."

Accompanied by the cold declaration, Bai Jinglan pulled the lock of the sky.

In an instant, the Lock of Heaven turned from reality to virtual, pulling out a group of black guards' souls from their bodies.

More than a dozen souls tied into rice dumplings looked at the corpses lying on the ground in shock, and they were all dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"That's me?"

"I saw it, and I, he, Bell, Luther--"

"What's going on?"

"Don't you understand?"

Bai Jinglan blinked his fingers and slashed the gloomy gate of hell, and then he smiled faintly at them, "You are dead, and you can only repent in hell for billions of years in the future..."

"hell?"

"soul?"

"etc……"

You won’t cry until you see the coffin.

If they really believe in the soul and hell, how could they do evil without any scruples?

Whether it is heaven or hell, for them, it is always just a vocabulary. Until the moment they finally see hell, these guys who say they are not afraid of going to hell will really reveal their true nature.

Bai Jinglan was too lazy to listen to their nonsense, so he threw the Lock of Heaven directly. More than a dozen noisy sinful souls threw them into hell like dumplings.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Bai Jinglan threw out more than a dozen black lamp rings, and a group of black guards immediately resurrected on the spot.

"Owner!"

The black lamp messengers saluted respectfully.

Bai Jinglan waved his hand: "Tell me, the message from Roxon Company."

The bald captain nodded and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped moving, reached out to take out a cell phone from his belt.

He looked at it and said, "Master, it is the call of the Chief Executive of the Roxon Company."

Bai Jinglan was stunned. Could it be that Roxen's company installed surveillance equipment and knew that all these people were dead?

“Ass.”

"yes!"

The bald captain turned on his phone and a burly white man appeared on the screen, wearing a suit and ties, sitting on a comfortable seat, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Sir!"

The bald captain looked cold and there was no difference from before.

The white man seemed to sweep the sea of ​​blood behind him and nodded with satisfaction: "Mr. Klein, it seems that you are doing a good job."

The bald captain was neither sad nor happy: "Thank you for the praise of the officer!"

The white man changed his tone: "The institute just reported to me, saying that you lost your life characteristics at the same time, what's going on?"

The bald captain looked free and nonsense: "The guerrillas set up an electromagnetic bomb trap, which disrupted the surveillance device in our bodies, but did not cause much harm to us, so you don't need to worry."

"Worry? I'm not worried, Mr. Klein. Worries are only available to those who earn hourly wages and pay taxes. I only do business with confidence." The white man shook his wine glass and said lightly, "Just look at the money I spent on this bottle of Xukun Gong brand wine, most Africans will not have to worry about food and clothing for the whole year... That's sure."

The bald captain nodded silently.

"In the morning of five days, Congress will meet to decide whether to allocate billions of dollars in defense contracts to the company. I have spent a considerable amount of money to ensure the outcome of the meeting is also sure."

The white man paused and emphasized, "The most important thing we have now is to prevent our transactions in Colombia from being exposed by the evening news. In addition... I also promised to bring Wolverine's head to the next shareholders' meeting. You and your army are designed better than Wolverine in every aspect. I hope to see Wolverine's head within three days."

"As for orders, sir!"

"Remember to keep a low profile, don't do it and everyone knows... I'll wait for your good news."

The white man hung up the phone.

The bald man put away his phone and looked at Bai Jinglan: "Master?"

"Another hearing?"

Bai Jinglan sneered and shook his head, signaling, "Let me talk about the Black Guard first!"

"We are an elite combat team under the Black Guard. The official name is 'X Assault Squad'. There are twelve people in total. They are the latest research results of Black Guard..."

The Black Guard is a mercenary team of Roxen's company, which specializes in helping with black work, such as protecting Roxen's coal mines, massacring conflicting resistance organizations, etc., while the X Assault Squad was recently formed.

They are all experienced veterans, and they are all elite soldiers who have been on the battlefield.

On the eve of retirement, they were packaged by the military to give to Roxen Company and became guinea pigs in the laboratory. There were originally nearly a thousand people, but only twelve people were truly transformed successfully.

After a major cleaning of experiments, they obtained a difficult rebirth, and were given the self-healing factor of the Death Girl, the indestructible Eidman alloy bones, and the high-speed particle oscillating claw blade...

However, these are not their most terrifying weapons.

The most terrifying weapon of the X Assault Force is firearms, and to be more precise - cancer cell bullets.

The cancer cell bullets specially made by Rodson's scientists are worth 250,000 US dollars each. The extremely high price is proportional to their power. Even if they are only scratched by the cancer cell bullet, they will be infected by thirty-eight cancer cells. Then, in just two or three days, they will turn from a healthy person to an advanced stage of cancer.

These terrifying cancer cells can even suppress the self-healing factor. Even if you are on the journey, the mutant who has self-healing factor, such as Death Women, will have to kneel down as long as you get one.

Perhaps Wolverine's self-healing factor can withstand it, but at most he can only barely guarantee death, but he will become a sick person in the future.

This is the confidence of Roxon to capture Wolverine.

Bai Jinglan took a breath when he heard this.

Roxon is really toxic. A terminal illness like cancer is really the nemesis of many mutants who are proud of their vitality. If it can be produced on a large scale, it will definitely be enough for mutants to drink a pot.

The X Assault Team's mission this time is to eliminate the Resistance Army. A group of weak opponents cannot use cancer cell bullets at all, so they did not carry that high bullet. Otherwise, Bai Jinglan might have to taste the taste of cancer... Of course, it is more likely that it cannot break the defense.

Even Edman's alloy bullet cannot break the steel body, so don't mention it being infected with the virus.

Bai Jinglan thought about it and made a decision: "You stay the same for the time being. When Congress starts, you will have a big time for the Rockson Group in front of the media... Also, take Friday to the resident and copy all the information there."
Chapter completed!