my beauty world

Chapter 36

Like Machete, Monroe was specially transferred from the United States by Matt Graft to deal with Ronan's tactical operators. Monroe is a private soldier and is best at sniping!

The best weapon to use is the TAC-50, a 12.7mm sniper rifle!

Matt Grave made up his mind to get rid of Ronan this time!

An explanation must be given to the superior and the superior.

The person who killed the CIA dared to be so rampant, the entire CIA cannot tolerate it.

Monroe knelt on one knee on the roof of the church, and the TAC-50 was mounted on a tripod. The first time he saw Ronan through the night vision scope, he pulled the trigger!
But from aiming at Ronan, to giving instructions from the brain center, and then to pulling the trigger with fingers, there is always a slight reaction time for people.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Monroe noticed that the target seemed to be moving!
The alarm bell rang in Ronan's mind, and he rushed towards the entrance of the alley. He had a feeling that if he didn't avoid it, he would definitely die!
Jose, with a dagger stuck in his eye socket, sat up immediately without Ronan's restraint.

At a distance of about 200 meters, the gunshot and the bullet arrived almost at the same time. Jose subconsciously wanted to disintegrate into a bat, but the bullet flew too fast. When he sensed danger, the bullet passed through his head.

With a bang, Jose's head shattered into a pile of rotten meat.

The body fell down like a broken sack, and there was no more sound!

In this world, human beings rule!
Monroe's reaction was equally fast. The moment he pulled the trigger, he knew that the bullet was going to empty. The muzzle of the gun was fine-tuned, and the second bullet was fired immediately.

The reaction was still slow, and the second shot shattered a large brick wall at the entrance of the alley!
When the first shot was fired, a wind blew on the wall at the entrance of the alley. A tall and strong man stepped on the high wall, his long hair fluttering in the wind, revealing an extremely ugly face.

The man pulled open the leather jacket suddenly, and there were knives of different sizes under the clothes!

This is Machete and his knives!
The scimitar drew out the heaviest and sharpest machete, and when the second shot was fired, it jumped down and slashed at the pounced figure.

At the same time, Private Andre appeared on the roof of the alley, aiming the AUG assault rifle at the entrance of the alley.

Ronan rushed into the alley, the danger alert was still in force, there was a deadly threat above and in front of him!

Before the man landed, he was like a leopard pounced on the ground with his right hand, and the man suddenly changed direction and rolled on the spot.

The scimitar and machete fell to the ground with a bang.

This knife cut on the asphalt ground, and the ground split open in a burst of sparks!

Andre seized the opportunity, pulled the trigger, and the AUG rifle fired continuously. Ronan had turned over and changed directions again and again, but the bullets were all empty!

Ronan had already caught the gunner's position, and the Glock 22 he pulled out while rolling was lifted up quickly.

At the same moment, the left hand of the scimitar behind drew out a dagger-length throwing knife, ready to throw it.

"asshole!"

Demona, who was hiding in the shadows, tore off her leather jacket, aiming her bloated chest at the scimitar!

Under the leather jacket, a pair of exquisitely designed steel hillocks, worn on Demona's chest like a bust, with short barrel protrusions on top.

Demona slapped the side of the steel hill, and two gunshots rang out!

The bullet hit the machete!

But these two guns are more of a surprise attack, and their rate of fire, range and power are limited.

The machete dodged a bullet, and the machete lay in front of him, knocking another bullet into the air!
The body of the knife is forged from high-strength alloy, and there are no obvious scars.

On the top of the church, Monroe and the observer are like experienced hunters, patiently waiting for the prey to show up.

This church, which is taller than three floors, is already the tallest building within a radius of several kilometers.

But the opponent entered the lane, and they couldn't see the target.

Demona's unexpected attack bought Ronan a moment.

The distance was relatively far, Ronan changed direction again, slightly approaching the shooter, Glock fired again and again, and directly emptied the magazine.

Andre was shot five times in a row. Because he was wearing a plate body armor, he was not fatally injured, but he lay on the roof and couldn't get up.

There was only one thing on his mind: the information was wrong, no one mentioned that Ronan was so fast!

Ronan turned around, just in time to see the scimitar rushing towards him, and there was a flying knife in front of the scimitar.

The flying knife and the machete that followed were too fast, Ronan threw out the empty pistol, bumped the flying knife, meditated on the steel claws, and punched the coming knife.

With a bang, the machete turned to one side, and Ronan moved his feet, using his speed and agility, to turn to the side of the machete.

With a flick of the machete leather jacket, a knife flew out.

Ronan shielded his chest with his left palm, and the knife hit his hand. Before it bounced off, he picked it up with his right hand and collided with the big knife cut by the machete.

The scimitar had long hair fluttering and a scary ugly face. It cut Ronan's head and neck with one stroke faster than the other.

There is nothing fancy about his knife, it is the simplest and most direct chopping!

But the speed is fast, the strength is great, and Ronan is close to fighting!

This man seemed to be a natural close fighter, and Ronan could not take advantage of him under his machete.

If he hadn't gained agility and quickness, he could always turn his body around at critical moments, and he might be injured after a few cuts.

Ronan pulled away a little, and the scimitar threw the throwing knife again.

whoosh-

A knife flew over, and just as Ronan dodged it, the second throwing knife came again, and he slapped it sideways, and the scimitar had already thrown the third and fourth throwing knives.

Ronan dodged extremely quickly, changed direction again and again, and rushed towards the scimitar.

The scimitar grabbed the leather jacket and swung it, and a dozen knives flew towards him, sealing off the narrow alleyway, without giving Ronan any room to hide.

Ronan stepped on the ground and jumped up suddenly. With incredible speed, he jumped as high as a person. While avoiding all the flying knives, he did a somersault in the air and threw the dagger in his hand.

The scimitar knocked flying.

Ronan pounced in the air, and his steel hands slammed the temples on both sides of the scimitar. The scimitar did not expect this person to be so fast and have such a strong ability to jump and dodge!
He turned his right hand knife upwards to meet Ronan's left fist, and raised his left arm at the same time.

Ronan slammed his left fist on the saber, and it was retracted as soon as he touched it, but his right fist slammed firmly on the left arm of the scimitar.

The scimitar screamed in pain, and the man took a step back, to the side of the alleyway wall.

As soon as Ronan's feet touched the ground, he rushed to the scimitar in one step, and slammed the scimitar's neck with his palm in the state of steel claws.

The speed of the scimitar was also not slow. Ronan had been prepared to slash his neck horizontally. With his feet on the wall, with incredible flexibility and control over his body, he stepped on the wall continuously with his feet and turned behind the scimitar. At the same time, the right fist slams the machete at the cervical spine.

This was completely unexpected by Machete. He was too tall and strong to turn around, so he could only twist his neck.

With a bang punch, it hit the side of the scimitar's neck. Ronan's left hand formed a claw and clasped the other side of the scimitar's neck. Under the sharp steel claws, his fingers immediately sank into the flesh.

At this moment, the scimitar moved forward subconsciously, trying to get rid of Ronan.

Ronan took advantage of the situation to tear, and a piece of flesh and blood was torn off by his steel claws.

Blood flowed profusely on the machete's neck, and the huge open wound was like a fountain of blood.

The state of the steel claws in Ronan's hand dissipated, he immediately meditated again, and rushed to slam the scimitar's face!

The scimitar tilted its head back and fell to the ground, all its strength seemed to flow out with blood.

Ronan kept his subordinates, picked up a flying knife, and pierced the heart of the machete with one knife!

At the same time, the spirit vision is turned on, and the scimitar soul fragments are harvested.

Soul fragments +9!

A piece of memory information appeared in the mind: Pacific coast business district, meeting room of Winter Trading Company, a brown-haired middle-aged man presided over the meeting, arranged the action plan for tonight, and used the Jose Group to encircle and encircle Demona as a bait to attract and kill him Ronan, the terrorist with multiple subordinates, enters the trap and then eliminates it!

The information shows that this company is the secret stronghold of the CIA in Tijuana. The brown-haired man is Matt Grave, the planner and person in charge.

Ronan immediately thought, this is the head of the local CIA!

He quickly turned over the scimitar, and there was nothing but the knife.

Picking up the pistol casually, lights flickered in the distance, and there was the sound of propellers.

Ronan could tell it was a helicopter and shouted to Demona, "Run!"

Demona wanted to help the injured woman to run deep into the alley, but the woman shook her head: "You go!"

She lost a lot of blood and staggered towards the entrance of the alley: "I can't walk anymore!"

The helicopter was still a few hundred meters away, and the infrared detection night vision device captured a figure. Matt Grave said with a serious face, "Fire!"

On another helicopter, Judy reminded: "This is Mexico!"

Although the customs street area has been cleared to a certain extent, there are still many people who have not left...

Matt Grave gritted his teeth and said, "Fire!"

Of the two helicopters, only the one Judy was on had Gatling added.

Judy immediately adjusted the plane, targeting the laneway!
At the same time, Ronan yelled, "Run!"

Demona was already running, but now she turned around and shouted, "Northwest seaside, Warehouse No. [-]!"

It was a safe house she had prepared for the Hound and his son, but never used it.

Ronan took a few steps to run up and jumped towards the roof.

As soon as the person climbed onto the wall, the dense rain of bullets and gunshots arrived almost at the same time. Countless smoke and dust exploded from the alleyway and surrounding walls, and the swaying middle-aged woman was immediately beaten to pieces.

Ronan accelerated to the fastest speed and ran forward crazily.

While running, he suddenly sensed danger and rolled over on the spot.

boom--

On the top of the church, Monroe pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle, but the bullet missed again.

"On the roof!" Matt Grave reminded Judy over the radio!
(End of this chapter)