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Chapter 183 Little Hunter Class Begins
The sound of shelling woke up NY tonight.

But under the vampire's excellent secrecy work, Ash has not received any questioning information until now.Not even S.H.I.E.L.D. in NY came to check.

Although SHIELD is still in the self-censorship stage, it is a bit unreasonable without any news.

While Ash was still thinking about whether to remind them once, the vampires appeared in the middle of the road.

The smoke and dust from the roadside bombs and shelling finally dissipated. Groups of vampires were staggered in the middle of the road, relying on the cars that were intentionally parked together, and started a defensive counterattack.

However, when the weapons in the hands of these vampires hit the armored vehicle, they could only make clanking knocking sounds, and they couldn't even scratch the car paint.

"The combat level of this group of vampires can't even compare to those orcs last time!"

Stark, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, laughed when he heard the attack of small-caliber automatic weapons outside.

However, just as he spoke, two pairs of big hands directly covered his mouth.

One hand is Ash sitting next to him, and the other is Gunslinger Roland across from Stark.Ash put one arm directly around Stark's neck, immobilizing his entire body.

"Woo...what...well...I...speak..."

A faltering voice came from between the fingers of the two, and the two big hands made Stark's face turn blue.

"Stark, as I said, if you dare to buff the enemy on the battlefield, I will throw you from here!"

Ash was really a little scared of Stark's open mouth.

The last time Stark said that what the other side lacked, the orcs could come up with anything, and now Stark actually started his poisonous milk again.

Before Stark was about to pass by, Ash and Roland let go.

Gasping for breath, Stark extended a friendly gesture to Roland and Ash to express his inner gratitude.

"Is it useful? What I said is the truth. Up to now, the attacks we have suffered are all pediatrics..."

Ash raised his voice, interrupting Stark.

"Stark, remember the last time you said that the opponent lacked anti-aircraft weapons, and the opponent could immediately shoot bone spears. After you mentioned the firepower density, the opponent immediately increased..."

"It was an accident, do you understand the accident! You can't say that this small probability event was caused by me, just like the current resistance of vampires, it has not changed at all! They don't have heavy weapons, how do they attack? Use Their fangs?"

"R~P~G~"

The window observer shouted at the top of his lungs the threat to the convoy.

At the intersection a hundred meters ahead, a vampire carried a rocket-assisted grenade launcher, squatted on the ground and aimed at the convoy.

Before the other vampires in the rear could leave, he pulled the trigger.

The booster flame behind the grenade directly caused the vampire behind him to fly into the distance as if hit by a car, while the fragmentation grenade reached the side of the convoy in an instant.

Two explosions within milliseconds, the active defense system on the armored vehicle detonated the rocket-propelled grenade.

Everyone in the car can feel the vibration of the car and the continuous sound of fragments hitting the car body.

At this moment, everyone looked at Stark strangely, and it really was a five-star poisonous milk.

Stark, who still wanted to argue about something, swallowed the words abruptly.

After this RPG attack, the vampires changed their previous strategy and started defensive evacuation in batches.

While shooting at the convoy, obstructing the convoy's observation field of view, while evacuating, some explosives were left on the ground.

This simple method directly dragged down the progress of the team.

In urban combat, mobile vehicles such as vehicles and firepower projection platforms are most afraid of being restricted in their activities. As long as they are fixed in one place, they are living targets.

And now the scattered explosives on the road, until the clearing is complete, the convoy cannot rush forward.

Ash looked at Stark and said, "Inventor, it's up to you now, take off, provide vision, and find out where they are."

"Roland and Logan, the two of you team up and move freely, killing all enemies you can see."

"Swag, find a place to provide precision fire support."

With an order, the rear of Ash's command vehicle was opened, Stek stepped out of the car door and flew into the sky, and the rest followed the reckless Logan and rushed directly into the building next to the vampire's handle.

In the rear convoy, following Ash's order, a defensive counterattack began. All combatants organized defenses on the spot and killed any enemy who dared to approach at this time.

Geralt was like a vampire who couldn't see not far away, leaning against the car, drinking the water of life comfortably.

This kind of behavior that was completely out of style with the others made Clint tug Geralt's arm uncomfortably to signal him to pay attention to the atmosphere.

"You have to know how to enjoy your leisure time in the battle, Clint, these enemies are no big deal."

Geralt spoke freely and freely, as if he was in the living room of his own home. The armored vehicle he was leaning on was his sofa, and he was enjoying his time of rest.

This state calmed down the nervousness of the students who followed along.

Grant Ward was the most cautious of all the students. He was lying under the armored vehicle, carefully aiming his gun at any position where the enemy might appear.

Suddenly, Geralt threw the bottle in his hand, and the bottle flew across the street and exploded in an open window of the building opposite, splashing and wetting the window.

Grant caught Geralt's movement, and with a precise burst of fire, the bullet hit the wall and sparked, igniting the liquor.

This obvious attack instruction made the nervous students start shooting at the burning window.The window was shattered directly by the bullets, and the smoke from the masonry covered the fire of the wine.

Geralt patted the armored vehicle, and said to Grant under the vehicle: "The response is pretty quick, are you interested in joining the hunter?"

These words made the surrounding students pay attention. During the past few days at the Dragon Academy, Geralt's unscrupulous behavior has shown that his strength and status are not inferior to Constantine.

But now, there is only Clint as a hunter apprentice. With such a rare career choice, he can't help being jealous.

However, Grant Ward did not respond to Geralt, but refilled the unsatisfied magazines in the order of one silver bullet and one explosive bullet in the magazine.

This unique loading method does a lot of damage to the weapon, but it is a huge blow to the enemy. This is why Grant's burst of fire just now can ignite the water of life.

"I feel pretty good now..."

Grant tactfully rejected Geralt's invitation. The voice came from under the car, and no one saw Grant's distorted expression.

"Okay, if you change your mind, you can find Clint, and he will take you to the hunter's place."

Having said that, Geralt didn't try to persuade him anymore, looking at the dark building opposite, he took out a big sword.

This is a real big sword, a complete copy of the long sword, but it is several times bigger than the long sword.

Seeing Geralt's weapon, Clint held the long sword at his waist. The short blade was completely a toy in front of Geralt's current big sword.

He stuffed the long sword behind his back so that no one would notice his weapon and avoid being ridiculed.

Geralt singled out Clint, however.

"Clint, take care, this is your lesson, the hunter's way of fighting."

Geralt held the sword against his body, looked at the enemy who hadn't shown his head, and only showed his back to everyone.

"This is the Executioner's Great Sword, the guillotine used to cut off heads. Now it is just used to deal with this kind of enemy who will not turn around and die."

Geralt laid the Executioner's Greatsword flat, the blade in front of his eyes.

"Then, before the battle, we have to enchant the weapon for a short time, which will damage the weapon, but it is necessary to allow you to exert greater attack power and provide some other help."

As he spoke, Geralt took out a small package made of parchment, opened it with one hand, and the black powder inside immediately burned.

Wipe the black powder evenly on the blade, and the blade also burned. In this dark night, Geralt seemed to be holding a huge burning torch.

"In the end, we rushed to the enemy and took them out."

Geralt showed an inexplicable smile, and rushed directly to the building across the road.

Taking an unusual path, Geralt did not break through the closed door on the first floor, but stepped on the outer wall of the building, and jumped up the window that was smashed by the wine bottle in two or three steps.

Everyone present saw only Geralt jumping in from the window with a burning sword in his hand.

Then, in the dark building, there were flames constantly shining, as well as the wailing of the enemy and Geralt's unexplained laughter.

In the flames, vampires were constantly being ignited and then burned to ashes. Even on the side of the road, the students could smell the sulfur smell of burning vampires.

This is a one-sided battle, and not a single vampire will ever get out of the building.When the flickering fire in the darkness disappeared, Geralt appeared at the broken window.

Back among the students, Geralt had already put away his giant sword and asked Clint, "What did you learn in this lesson?"

What have you learned?Clint didn't even know the lesson, all he saw was Geralt pulling out a weapon, enchanting it, and killing all the enemies.

But since his mentor asked, Clint still bit the bullet and said a lot of truth.

"Before fighting, be prepared... use the corresponding powerful weapons..."

Clint kept talking more and more, and he believed everything he said.Looking at the other students who watched the whole battle beside him, they kept nodding in agreement with what Clint said.

Geralt, however, slapped Clint across the face, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"I just like to see you talking nonsense in a serious manner, and you can say so many great truths."

Geralt's eyes were a little cold, making Clint feel uncomfortable.

"This class is called the appearance of the weak in front of the strong. Strength is the most fundamental strength..."

(End of this chapter)