City Marshal

"No!"

Hearing that Reaper was going to stay in the villa to block Chutian's cannon fire, Yuanfang knew that death was absolutely inevitable, and Chutian would not let Reaper live: "Reaper, let's go together! The master will need you for his future rise, let's start together from now on." Get out of the elevator, and get out of New York."

"The elevator and the ropes and the submarine were purpose-built."

The Grim Reaper sewed the last stitch on Clinton's wound, and then took the medicine to cover it: "Only two people are allowed to escape, so I will only do it in one pot. The most important thing is that you understand the situation. I did it." There are so many crazy things that need to be explained to the authorities with death."

Death's voice was as calm as water: "Only when I die, can the anger of the United States and the United Nations be vented. If I escape again, their anger will still be suppressed, and they will want me and the master all over the world. In that way, Master’s safety is never guaranteed.”

"I must die!"

He glanced at Yuan Fang and added indifferently: "You should know how important the official attitude is to the survival of the master. A single thought of the superior often determines our future life and death, so I must die to let them vent their anger, otherwise the master It's not going to be a good day."

Yuan Fang was slightly silent. He knew that the god of death was right. If the god of death did not die, the rope around their necks would become tighter and tighter, and their necks would be strangled if they were not careful. In addition to being proud, he will give Clinton a little life.

But in the end, it was difficult for him to accept that God of Death would sit and wait for death: "God of Death, you can't die, we can think of other plans."

Reaper let out a sigh and did not speak. When he heard the explosion, he conceived countless plans in his mind. The simplest and most effective method was to concentrate the most powerful and domineering force and gather fifty men in strange costumes. Get up and choose a direction to forcefully break through.

Because no matter how powerful Chutian and the others are, if they attack in three directions at the same time, there will inevitably be some weak links, so there is still a one-third chance to break through. But thinking of Chutian's insidiousness, he quickly decided to choose the right one In the direction of breaking out, he was the only one who survived.

The rest of the brothers cannot escape the fate of death, and this is the best result. The most important thing is that if he does not die, the grievances will never be temporarily brought to an end, and he will stick to the villa to win time for Colinton to escape. So Death finally dismissed the idea.

Then he conceived several plans, all of which were canceled by Clinton.

"Right now, it's the best solution."

The god of death took the gauze and wrapped it around Collington lightly, and flashed a rare smile: "Of course I won't wait to die, I will fight to the death with Chutian and the others. In the end, he put me together, but he will also regret that you left."

"In this round, he and I are considered a draw."

After bandaging Clinton's wound, he lightly patted Yuan Fang's shoulder and said, "Hurry up and change the battle clothes for the master and yourself. Although the brothers can block the official attack and even have a small advantage, they still can't last long. Yes, the result of confronting the state apparatus is destruction."

Reaper is always a genius, he knows how to show his strength hysterically, and also knows how to brake properly in the rapids. This battle is destined to perish and he must perish, so he left the chance of survival to Colinton and Yuan Fang, Become the last cannon fodder yourself.

At this time, an elite came quickly outside, stood in front of the god of death and said: "We have temporarily forced the enemy out of the windbreak forest, but the opponent has built a defense line outside the forest to block the major intersections. The brothers once attacked and suffered heavy losses. Several armor brothers were also bombarded."

"It's not life-threatening, but mobility has been impaired."

After taking a deep breath, he added a few words: "There is also news from the peripheral brothers that there are two groups of troops approaching us. It is obvious that Chutian dispatched American reinforcements, but they have never seen Chutian and the others. Doubt, Chutian is using the officers and soldiers to squeeze out our strength."

"How long can it last?"

The god of death opened his mouth calmly, and the reporter responded immediately: "Half an hour is absolutely no problem, you can add another 10 minutes if you grit your teeth and resist, but after this time, it will be difficult for the brothers to carry it, because Chutian has a steady stream of reinforcements, and they have not yet Push it up completely."

Death waved his hand: "Stay safe."

The reporter nodded and turned to leave.

The Grim Reaper held his pierced right hand slightly, and slightly bent the fingers of his left hand, which was clamped tightly. In this posture, he was not sure against Chutian, but he would fight to the last drop of blood: "Yuan Fang, the time to evacuate is running out. , go, and evacuate safely with the master."

Yuan Fang shook her head desperately: "Reaper, you must live."

The God of Reaper who gradually calmed down did not speak, and waved his hands to let them change clothes for Yuan Fang and Corinton. At this moment, the window on the left was opened, and the night wind was extremely strong, blowing the battle clothes on the God of Reaper even tighter, and there was an indescribable feeling. Strong, with a chilling breath of death.

But the cold and heartless eyes of the God of Death gave the strength a touch of softness. At this time, there were a few shocking explosions outside. The God of Death looked at a screen on the wall and at the two red dots that gradually disappeared: " It's No. 31, No. 40, they were terminated by their opponents."

"No. 18 and No. 23 are also seriously injured."

There were bursts of gunfire outside, accompanied by sharp whistling.

"Let's go."

Reaper put on his gloves slowly, and personally sent Yuan Fang and Colinton to a secret elevator entrance. After activating the command, he sent the master and Yuan Fang in, and then pressed the close button. When the elevator door slowly closed, Collinton suddenly woke up, and was startled when he saw the god of death outside: "Death...God...you..."

"Sir, take care!"

Grim Reaper knelt down to the awakened Colinton, and his words were calm and calm as usual, as if what he said was just a trivial matter. But there is a kind of misery and coldness that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

"Sir, take care!"

The six men in strange costumes next to him also knelt down together: "Take care!"

Yuan Fang burst into tears: "Reaper!"

"grim Reaper"

Collinton's eyes were also slightly wet, and he wanted to say something but saw the elevator closed, the last gap, the last corner of his eye, saw the god of death leading the brothers to turn around and leave, knowing that death was imminent, but with peace of mind in his heart, he walked towards the place where the gunfire was raging. The battlefield, to the Jedi with no chance of survival.

Reaper carried a bazooka and walked out of the door calmly: "Fight!"

Dozens of people around shouted: "Fight!" "No!"

Hearing that Reaper was going to stay in the villa to block Chutian's cannon fire, Yuanfang knew that death was absolutely inevitable, and Chutian would not let Reaper live: "Reaper, let's go together! The master will need you for his future rise, let's start together from now on." Get out of the elevator, and get out of New York."

"The elevator and the ropes and the submarine were purpose-built."

The Grim Reaper sewed the last stitch on Clinton's wound, and then took the medicine to cover it: "Only two people are allowed to escape, so I will only do it in one pot. The most important thing is that you understand the situation. I did it." There are so many crazy things that need to be explained to the authorities with death."

Death's voice was as calm as water: "Only when I die, can the anger of the United States and the United Nations be vented. If I escape again, their anger will still be suppressed, and they will want me and the master all over the world. In that way, Master’s safety is never guaranteed.”

"I must die!"

He glanced at Yuan Fang and added indifferently: "You should know how important the official attitude is to the survival of the master. A single thought of the superior often determines our future life and death, so I must die to let them vent their anger, otherwise the master It's not going to be a good day."

Yuan Fang was slightly silent. He knew that the god of death was right. If the god of death did not die, the rope around their necks would become tighter and tighter, and their necks would be strangled if they were not careful. In addition to being proud, he will give Clinton a little life.

But in the end, it was difficult for him to accept that God of Death would sit and wait for death: "God of Death, you can't die, we can think of other plans."

Reaper let out a sigh and did not speak. When he heard the explosion, he conceived countless plans in his mind. The simplest and most effective method was to concentrate the most powerful and domineering force and gather fifty men in strange costumes. Get up and choose a direction to forcefully break through.

Because no matter how powerful Chutian and the others are, if they attack in three directions at the same time, there will inevitably be some weak links, so there is still a one-third chance to break through. But thinking of Chutian's insidiousness, he quickly decided to choose the right one In the direction of breaking out, he was the only one who survived.

The rest of the brothers cannot escape the fate of death, and this is the best result. The most important thing is that if he does not die, the grievances will never be temporarily brought to an end, and he will stick to the villa to win time for Colinton to escape. So Death finally dismissed the idea.

Then he conceived several plans, all of which were canceled by Clinton.

"Right now, it's the best solution."

The god of death took the gauze and wrapped it around Collington lightly, and flashed a rare smile: "Of course I won't wait to die, I will fight to the death with Chutian and the others. In the end, he put me together, but he will also regret that you left."

"In this round, he and I are considered a draw."

After bandaging Clinton's wound, he lightly patted Yuan Fang's shoulder and said, "Hurry up and change the battle clothes for the master and yourself. Although the brothers can block the official attack and even have a small advantage, they still can't last long. Yes, the result of confronting the state apparatus is destruction."

Reaper is always a genius, he knows how to show his strength hysterically, and also knows how to brake properly in the rapids. This battle is destined to perish and he must perish, so he left the chance of survival to Colinton and Yuan Fang, Become the last cannon fodder yourself.

At this time, an elite came quickly outside, stood in front of the god of death and said: "We have temporarily forced the enemy out of the windbreak forest, but the opponent has built a defense line outside the forest to block the major intersections. The brothers once attacked and suffered heavy losses. Several armor brothers were also bombarded."

"It's not life-threatening, but mobility has been impaired."

After taking a deep breath, he added a few words: "There is also news from the peripheral brothers that there are two groups of troops approaching us. It is obvious that Chutian dispatched American reinforcements, but they have never seen Chutian and the others. Doubt, Chutian is using the officers and soldiers to squeeze out our strength."

"How long can it last?"

The god of death opened his mouth calmly, and the reporter responded immediately: "Half an hour is absolutely no problem, you can add another 10 minutes if you grit your teeth and resist, but after this time, it will be difficult for the brothers to carry it, because Chutian has a steady stream of reinforcements, and they have not yet Push it up completely."

Death waved his hand: "Stay safe."

The reporter nodded and turned to leave.

The Grim Reaper held his pierced right hand slightly, and slightly bent the fingers of his left hand, which was clamped tightly. In this posture, he was not sure against Chutian, but he would fight to the last drop of blood: "Yuan Fang, the time to evacuate is running out. , go, and evacuate safely with the master."

Yuan Fang shook her head desperately: "Reaper, you must live."

The God of Reaper who gradually calmed down did not speak, and waved his hands to let them change clothes for Yuan Fang and Corinton. At this moment, the window on the left was opened, and the night wind was extremely strong, blowing the battle clothes on the God of Reaper even tighter, and there was an indescribable feeling. Strong, with a chilling breath of death.

But the cold and heartless eyes of the God of Death gave the strength a touch of softness. At this time, there were a few shocking explosions outside. The God of Death looked at a screen on the wall and at the two red dots that gradually disappeared: " It's No. 31, No. 40, they were terminated by their opponents."

"No. 18 and No. 23 are also seriously injured."

There were bursts of gunfire outside, accompanied by sharp whistling.

"Let's go."

Reaper put on his gloves slowly, and personally sent Yuan Fang and Colinton to a secret elevator entrance. After activating the command, he sent the master and Yuan Fang in, and then pressed the close button. When the elevator door slowly closed, Collinton suddenly woke up, and was startled when he saw the god of death outside: "Death...God...you..."

"Sir, take care!"

Grim Reaper knelt down to the awakened Colinton, and his words were calm and calm as usual, as if what he said was just a trivial matter. But there is a kind of misery and coldness that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

"Sir, take care!"

The six men in strange costumes next to him also knelt down together: "Take care!"

Yuan Fang burst into tears: "Reaper!"

"grim Reaper"

Collinton's eyes were also slightly wet, and he wanted to say something but saw the elevator closed, the last gap, the last corner of his eye, saw the god of death leading the brothers to turn around and leave, knowing that death was imminent, but with peace of mind in his heart, he walked towards the place where the gunfire was raging. The battlefield, to the Jedi with no chance of survival.

Reaper carried a bazooka and walked out of the door calmly: "Fight!"

Dozens of people around shouted: "Fight!"