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Chapter 28: How many demon hunters can be killed by a three-meter-high fall?
Late at night, Ron kicked Daredevil out of the hospital gate.

Rubbing his butt, Matt didn't pay attention to the extra shoe prints on his uniform. Instead, he scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Is that... all right? Then I'll leave?"

"Climb, climb, climb, hurry up, I have other things to deal with."

"Oh, then I'm really leaving..."

Before Matt could finish, Ron closed the iron door with a "bang!" sound. Seeing that Ron really didn't want him to stay here, Matt didn't get angry, but happily helped to lock the door, then waved to Ron, and then ran all the way to Hell's Kitchen.

Of course, after only running two or three steps, Matt quickly realized that his physical fitness was now far superior to that of ordinary people, so there was no need to run as obediently as before.

Then, with a little effort and without even taking it seriously, Matt jumped directly to the roof of a three-story building ten meters high.

In addition to his physical abilities being fully enhanced, Matt could also clearly feel that his many senses had also been enhanced. In the past, he could hear the target's voice from several blocks away. But now, he could hear almost all the sounds in Manhattan.

There were a lot of noises, some of which were so intense and noisy that Matt had to limit his hearing again as he had done before.

After thinking about it, Matt then went deeper into the interior of Hell's Kitchen - there were a lot of scum waiting for him to deal with.

In the past, Matt had limited energy. But now, Matt feels that his energy is endless!
Ron didn't pay much attention to Matt as he left. He just looked at the memo message in the system and fell into deep thought.

It was a pity that the blood echo extracted from Kokushibo was incomplete. Although Matt's fusion was good, it was far from what Ron had envisioned, which was to receive Kokushibo's ability without side effects.

Is it because the eye in my head has not opened? What a headache, this thing seems to require a specific umbilical cord to open... I hope that the new Matt can provide me with more system coins.

But at this moment, accompanied by a system prompt sound, Ron's expression began to gradually become interesting.

[Ding, world changes detected, abandoned universe access procedure completed, hospital team member number three has arrived, please accept it in time. ]

[Note: After the third member successfully joins the company, the abandoned universe will usher in a new round of system updates. Please pay attention to the changes in the world. ]

Member number three is here? New world changes? Ha, the fun is coming!

Ron's intuition told him that this change was the biggest way to earn system coins.

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Geralt only felt a sudden sense of weightlessness.

This strange feeling came and went quickly. In terms of time, he fell about two meters at most. When he came to his senses and opened his eyes again, all he saw was yellow-brown dust all over the sky.

This is... where is it?
Geralt looked around with some caution - he was sure that he had never been here before. And if he remembered correctly, he seemed to have heard a voice asking him if he wanted to break free from the shackles of fate and make up for those irreparable regrets.

Geralt's mentality towards fate is also complicated - he is called Geralt of Rivia, but neither his father nor his mother is from Rivia. The reason why Geralt is called "from Rivia" is that when he first went to Vizima, people said that he had an "unpleasant" Rivian accent.

But in the end, he died in Livia.

With such a past, even if Geralt does not believe in the so-called fate in his heart, he still has some ideas in his heart.

With this thought in mind, Geralt casually replied, "Of course."

Then, regardless of whether Geralt was willing or not, when Geralt came to his senses, he had already arrived here.

[Ding, transmission completed, please go to the "hospital" in New York as soon as possible and contact the captain. ]

What base? What leader? He just wanted to find Ciri as soon as possible. Base? Leader? What on earth was this?
Geralt frowned slightly at the inexplicable message. He wanted to ask about the subtitles that only he could see, but just as Geralt was about to say something, he heard footsteps not far away, accompanied by the fluctuations of space transmission.

What came into view was a group of armed men.

These people were obviously not good people. Perhaps because the temperature was a bit high, they didn't wear too many clothes on their upper bodies. Among the five or six people, nearly half of them were naked, just wearing some belts.

Their eyes were fierce, and they held in their hands an iron object that Geralt had never heard of. It seemed that they were attracted here by the noise made when he appeared here, so the moment they saw him, they immediately began to greet him with birdsong and flowers.

“#%&*#@&…”

Because of the different worlds, Geralt could not understand what they said. But from their expressions and actions, it was obvious that they did not have much good intentions.

[Ding, system loading completed, language translation module started. ]

The next moment after the system's voice sounded, Geralt heard the leading man pointing at him and saying:

"Damn it! He seems to be a mute! But the armor he's wearing is pretty good! Kill him and take off his armor!"

As the leading man spoke, two thin-looking men came towards him. One pulled out a knife from his waist, while the other raised his gun and pointed it at Geralt's head.

Although he didn't know what the so-called "gun" was, it did not prevent Geralt from clearly feeling the sense of crisis coming from the dark iron pipe.

A special crossbow? Or some special weapon that I have never heard of?
Thinking in his mind, Geralt did not hesitate at all. When the terrorist holding the knife walked in front of Geralt, without waiting for him to swing the knife, Geralt drew out the steel sword behind him with lightning speed.

As a swordsman, people who have seen Geralt's swordsmanship like to use the ballet term "pirouette", which means "rotating the body with a point of toe or toes on the ground." To name Geralt's swordsmanship style. Although it sounds a bit strange, it also proves that Geralt's swordsmanship perfectly combines gorgeousness, speed and practicality.

But now, facing a target with no sense of defense, Geralt did not choose fancy sword skills, but simply drew his sword and slashed it swiftly. A flash of silver light, and the head fell to the ground.

Seeing Geralt's action, the terrorists nearby also changed color in an instant, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. In an instant, the AK47, which had been ready to shoot, spewed out blazing flames.

The speed of the bullet is beyond imagination. Under the condition of being accurately aimed, it is simply impossible to dodge a bullet with an initial velocity of 850 meters per second at close range. But at the same time, for Geralt himself, it is difficult to dodge bullets, but it is much easier to dodge the aiming.

The armor on his body was like plastic and did not affect Geralt's agility. While rolling on the ground to avoid the muzzle of the gun, Geralt also looked at the wall beside him. It was clearly visible that the brass bullets left holes one after another on the hard rock wall.

After confirming the power and speed, Geralt's brows showed a hint of solemnity.

Without pausing, he rushed forward the moment he regained his center of gravity. The witcher's strong physical fitness allowed Geralt's explosive power to far surpass that of a galloping horse in an instant.

Wearing full body armor, Geralt's 1.88-meter-tall body slammed head-on into the terrorist's chest. The heavy impact penetrated deep into his internal organs through his soft abdominal cavity. In just a moment, the terrorist was knocked away without a scream. He fell to the ground unconscious with his eyes rolled back.

After seeing this scene, the other terrorists nearby realized that something was wrong and raised their guns and weapons.

But unfortunately, he had already rushed in front of them. Even with the help of guns, they had lost all possibility of winning in the face of Geralt's overwhelming strength gap.

The long sword in his hand left swift streaks of silver light in the air. Although he was a man and extremely burly, the swinging of the sword and the movement of corpses, as well as the connection between his moves, showed a delicacy and smoothness like dancing.

"I guarantee you, if this guy were to go to Broadway in New York, he would definitely be the most sought-after opera singer! I just don't know what his voice is like... But with his sword skills, he would be a top dancer even if he couldn't sing!"

"Don't talk anymore, be careful not to let him notice us..."

"Don't worry, I've been speaking softly. Besides, the gunshots are so loud, he won't notice us even if we speak loudly..."

There were whispers not far away.

The sound was indeed very small, so small that even if ordinary people listened hard, it would be difficult to hear the two people's whispers in the Middle East where the sound of hot wind blowing sand was everywhere.

But how should we put it? The reason why demon hunters are demon hunters is because they have explosive power, nerve reflexes, endurance, vision, hearing, smell and other senses that are far superior to ordinary people.

As early as the beginning of the battle, this sound was heard, but Geralt didn't have time to pay attention to it at that time. Now, with the battle over, Geralt thought it was time to understand the situation here.

Thinking of this, Geralt looked at the wall not far away with his amber eyes. On the sandstone wall, he could vaguely see a small window sealed with steel bars for light and air.

And behind that window were two sneaky heads.

One looked slightly frightened, the other full of gloating.

However, after this gloating head made eye contact with Geralt, it turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye in less than five seconds.

"Shit! He saw me! Ethan! Get ready! Plan ahead!!"

After hearing what Tony Stark said, Ethan's face was full of despair. He pointed at the iron door and said, "Where are we going? Our armor has just been made and has not been assembled yet! The engine has not even been activated yet!"

After a pause, Ethan said hesitantly, "Also... although I'm only a second-rate Ph.D. in physics, are you sure this suit will work? This doesn't seem scientific at all..."

Hearing Ethan doubting his masterpiece, Tony even forgot the sense of crisis brought by Geralt for a moment, and corrected him seriously:
"Ethan, you can question my character and personal ethics, but you can never question my genius! I am Tony Stark! As long as you give me enough time, there is nothing I can't accomplish! And, this is quite scientific!"

Before Tony could finish his words, he saw Ethan looking up and behind him with a look of horror.

Seeing Ethan's strange expression, Tony's heart skipped a beat. Then he turned around and looked at the ventilation window at the back. The silver-haired man was looking at him and others with a pair of beast-like amber eyes with vertical eyes.

The eyes of a demon hunter are obviously different from those of ordinary people. In addition to the amber pupils, the most eye-catching thing is the vertical eyes that look like a beast.

It would be fine if it was under other circumstances, but when he looked into those eyes under such sudden circumstances, Tony shuddered violently.

But just when Tony was about to say something, he saw the man's face in the small window slowly move away, as if he had left.

Seeing this, Tony also breathed a sigh of relief, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Ethan beside him easily: "It seems that we are lucky. At least, we are locked up and he can't get in~"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden shock wave hit the sandstone wall behind Tony fiercely.

Along with the rumbling sound, a large number of cracks appeared visibly on the originally solid sandstone wall.

Before he could react, another impact came. This time, the wall was not as lucky as before. Under the impact of this unknown energy, it collapsed on the spot, splashing dust all over the sky.

And in the dust, there was a man with silver hair and animal eyes, with one hand stretched forward.

It was not knocked open, but blasted open with a seal.

The sigil is a simple and quick magic that the demon hunters master. It does not require any spells or a medium, but can be released with just a concentration and a hand gesture.

The Alder Seal, through concentration and hand gestures, releases a powerful telekinetic shock wave that can knock enemies away and easily destroy some obstacles.

Sandstone is not a very hard rock, but the thickness of the wall was beyond Geralt's expectations. In addition, he had lost some physical strength when he came to this world, so he had to use his power twice in a row to barely blast it open.

(End of this chapter)