Abyss Express

The word Cossack is derived from "Turkic" meaning "free man" or "brave man" - the Kazakh of the Cossack nation (Turan race) is derived from the same Turkic word.

Jason Meghan's waiter is of mixed race. His father is Polish-American and his mother is a Soviet Slav, both of whom are of Cossack descent.

Her full name is interesting.

It is called [Hors · Juthrbog · Лидия · Катюша]

The translation is [Hols Zusselberg Lydia Katyusha]

It is a hybrid of Latin and Russian.

This has something to do with her family background——

——Holes' father is an external employee of the CIA, an international mercenary active in the Middle East battlefield. He worked in the Emperor Penguin Corps, Arctic Fox Corps, and HK Arms Company. He is a dexterous killer with a license to kill. His real name is Chris Zusselberg.

——Hols' mother was a special agent who was infiltrated by the KGB to the FBI in the Soviet era. Her real name is unknown, but she used three aliases and two code names. Let's call her Big Katyusha.

The two met while performing their respective missions in the Persian Gulf War——

——After the mission was over, at the troubled time of the disintegration of the Soviet Union, in order to avoid the rounds of purges by the KGB and the CIA, Katyusha found her old wartime friend Chris, and the two fled to a small village in Romania to hide their names and reorganize A fairy family.

Until 2007, Lehman Brothers had launched a bankruptcy plan, and Merrill Lynch committed itself to Bank of America. A huge financial tsunami has left the US intelligence agencies in a state of difficulty and busyness.

Big Katyusha and Chris just gave birth to their first child——

——She is Jason Megan's little waiter: Holmes Zusselberg.

But this hardcore version of [Spy Playing House] is not warm at all.

The growth process of Hols was full of lies and deceit. Even if he was as close as his parents, he would fight over the right to surname and the safety of his children.

Chris's father asked little Katyusha to learn quick reflexes and CQC when she was four years old.

Katyusha's mother asked little Katyusha to start wearing makeup at the age of eight and to be proficient in multiple languages.

They are always busy, they are always wandering.

Dad always frowned, and mother always had a smirk on her face.

Little Katyusha understands everything and knows everything.

After all, she has the blood of a warrior and the heart of an actor in her body.

She was raised by a retired medical soldier from the SAS Royal Special Service Regiment. This old aunt is Chris’ father’s instructor and also a special armed employee given to BOSS by the [Philosopher Foundation] to help BOSS train soldiers. Monitor every move of the BOSS in the underground world.

For little Katyusha, nothing in this world is simple.

Movies, pictorials, dolls or pop music.

Fast food, mobile phones, accordions or cats and dogs.

These things are too extravagant for her.

In her world, there are long spears and short bursts, self-hypnosis methods for resisting waterboarding interrogation, and posture imitation training for typical people in spy schools.

She has top membership cards in all major shooting ranges all over the world.

The eight weapon workshops wanted to tailor a customized firearms plan for her.

She's fired many, many shots, but she hasn't killed anyone.

Under the training of her parents, little Katyusha knows how to survive, but she doesn't know how to live at all.

Until the BOSS found her guardian, found the grandmother of the SAS instructor, took little Katyusha to the underground world, and arranged for her the first passenger——Jason Megan.

At this very moment—

——The Great Clock Tower of Southsea City struck twelve midnight.

The large manor around the castle was empty, with a strange and inexplicable atmosphere.

Specifically, Leonardo couldn't figure it out.

Sixteen newspapers in the UK, thirty-three detective agencies, and three MI6 brothers went out to collect intelligence and spread news.

—No one came back.

What came back was only strange and bizarre messy messages of unknown meaning.

Or a farewell note before dying.

Or the shrieks and exclamations of pain on the phone recordings.

More inexplicably lost contact in a very short period of time, like marginalized people with slightly weaker strength, no awareness of safety precautions, ordinary dirty living people who have not yet held the blood ceremony, these unlucky ghosts are still discussing where to go Where is he doing? I am fully expecting that the Rosary Church can make a big difference in this power change. In the next second, people and GPS signals disappear out of thin air and evaporate from the satellite map. No matter how he calls, call other brothers in the area Searching in the residential houses where these sentinels were stationed, they found nothing.

The more terrifying thing is——

——If an unprofessional helper is called to find someone, the GPS blue mark on the satellite map will become a black hole.

When other searchers approach the target, they will also be swallowed by this inexplicable [black hole].

The world's top special forces soldiers like SAS are very good at rescuing hostages and carrying out special combat missions in complex environments. The holy blood of grace gave them a stronger body and a more tenacious spirit, even in South China Sea Castle, in the whole world London is the top combat unit among vampires.

But when they lost contact completely, no news came back.

This is where Leonardo felt unbelievable and inexplicable.

These invisible enemies are very clever, almost familiar with the living habits and combat methods of the SAS - so much so that the three soldiers can't even leave a last word.

On the contrary, other marginalized people, other ordinary people can buy a little time to live, and some screams of unknown meaning came back.

"It's just like"

Leonardo swallowed, his face was ashen, standing by the big iron gate of the manor.

"It's like they did it on purpose, they definitely did it on purpose."

At this moment, Brother Li couldn't stop his trembling hands, covered his face in horror, and peeked through his fingers into the deep and dark distance of the road.

How he wished he could have a car to break this deathly silence.

Even if there is one survivor, even if there is only one.

At least they won't be groping in the dark like they are now, guessing about the enemy's capabilities.

His brain was running at high speed, trying to deduce some useful information from the phone recordings, last words and screams of different lengths.

"The Donald Brothers in the Guardian branch of Haverlin survived for two minutes despite their low strength."

"Judging from the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing, the two brothers seemed to have been swallowed alive by a monster whose body temperature seemed to be very high. Before they died, they shouted [It hurts and burns, let go. Please] Please, let go]——From these characteristics, it can be judged that this is not the bat dog unit of the Green Gold Guardian, and the werewolves who were blooded by the wolf mother did not have such a high body temperature."

"Greenwich's Jolie lived for less than a minute, and her combat ability is much stronger than that of Brother Donald. Except for some divine last words, I can't get any useful information."

"Winston Spencer is captured on surveillance cameras threatening, then assembling a scrap revolver out of antique parts, and finally putting together a muzzle-loading flintlock shotgun, disintegrating Joe with a supernatural ability that the cameras can't see clearly. Li's armor, and gave Jolie the final blow with silver shotgun."

"They definitely did it on purpose. They deliberately let these weak and ugly dog ​​legs scream a few times before they died, thinking that we would be afraid? We would be timid?"

"Is he Winston Spencer?"

"I'm not sure"

"Seven days ago, he asked me to say hello to the mistress, and sent an electronic invitation letter for Dr. Cheng Gui's funeral. In the video, the white dove knight still has white hair and a decayed old look."

"But now, he has blond hair?"

"Did someone give him blood in private? Turned him into a vampire?"

"But the way he fiddles with the silver makes me mad with envy."

"As expected, Wilson who went to investigate Spencer's life experience also died."

"All we found at his house was a stack of back-up papers—the subject was Jack the Ripper."

"What kind of international joke? Will this urban legend become true?"

"Are we fighting a ghost from over a hundred years ago?"

"Otherwise, his youthful and immortal body can touch the perfect holy blood of anti-virus products! Where did it come from?!"

Speaking of this, there was a hint of greed and cruelty in Leonardo's eyes.

If this blood can be obtained, the life cycle of the Rosary Church will come to an end.

It is more advanced and perfect than the Holy Blood worshiped by the blood clan, and it hardly costs anything.

If I, Leonardo, can get this kind of blood, this perverted order of femininity and inferiority will be swept into the dustbin of history.

I, Leonardo, will become the living Son, Father, and Holy Spirit.

Just use my soul power, and this magical blood.

Whether on the surface or underground, I will build a new order of the world.

Just when Xiao Li felt good about himself, he was going to absorb the original stock from the slightly tired product competitiveness of vampires, and jump to study another kind of industrial upgrading of Holy Blood, to make it bigger and stronger and go public through the back door. When these things—

—The headlights came on in the distance.

Leonardo's inner ecstasy——

——quickly took out the white silk scarf from the dark dress, it was the napkin that Our Lady of Grace used to wipe her mouth after eating, and he was always reluctant to throw it away.

At this moment, Mary's body fragrance can take away his anxiety and make him look radiant, ready to welcome the triumphant warrior.

Who is the one?

Who will be the first to come back?

Must have prayed for results!

The goddess of luck favors the brave, and the brave sentry broke through many obstacles and brought back important information!

Leonardo clasped his hands together, prayed devoutly, and whispered in his mouth.

"How many people are there? Don't tell me how strong they are?"

"At least speak some normal human language, English."

"What the hell, two new little whores died talking to me in Korean for more than two minutes - I had to go all the way to a college town to find an interpreter to find out what they were talking about What kind of confused bastard Xibahua."

The headlights are getting brighter.

Leonardo quickly ordered with the walkie-talkie.

"Come and greet guests at the front door of the manor! All the doormen! We have guests!"

The light source on the winding road with low hills is looming.

In one minute, there were seventeen or eighteen servants standing in front of the big iron gate of the manor.

Leonardo held one of them and talked endlessly.

"Can you see what kind of car that is?"

"I don't see it, sir,"

Then he grabbed another one.

"Should it be a Mercedes-Benz?"

"Nobody at the newspaper drives a German car."

Leonardo's head was covered with sweat and he couldn't wipe it off at all.

He grabbed another one.

"Have you heard the sound of the engine?"

"You see, sir, it doesn't look like a gasoline engine."

Leonardo breathed a sigh of relief. From the roar of the diesel engine, he thought of the red-titled Sun newspaper, the owner of the newspaper——

——This boss earns a lot of money, but usually lives in checkered shirts and jeans. His clothes, pants, watches and jewelry are only 300 pounds. He is a frugal and poor person, and he also likes to drive Mazda diesel cars.

The boss is a shrewd businessman, with a strong ability to know people and handle things, and often can figure out a person's temperament and habits with just a few words.

If the newspaper owner can return to Fort Chaderton safely, he will definitely gain something.

It's a pity that there is no if!

——It's over!

As the roar of the engine got closer and closer, the dazzling high beams made the little servants around Leonardo unable to open their eyes.

Leonardo was afraid that this ugly appearance would make the distinguished guests laugh, so he asked the servants to bow down and bow with him, lower their heads, and stand in a row to meet the vehicles.

Immediately afterwards——

—He felt the heat blowing against his face.

In just one second, the servants lined up were like puppets on strings, torn apart by a powerful strange force, exposing their leg bones and hip bones.

With little time to think, his eyes could only see the sparks from the silver-core bullets on the asphalt.

In the second second, the detonation of supersonic bullets arrived late.

At this time, Leonardo's legs were lightened, only half of his body was left, and he collapsed to the ground in a decadent state.

He looked into the distance in panic and fear, a hundred meters away.

A sixteen-wheeled truck is coming at a high speed——

——It looked like an ancient monster. It was about to split the mountain and crack rocks, and easily smashed the gargoyle sculpture beside the iron gate.

The doorman just took one more look and uttered another swear word.

The bullets pouring from the window immediately extinguished these words.

Leonardo was terrified in an instant.

He barely reacted and dared not move.

The gunman on that truck was searching for prey, but if there were any signs of movement, the gunman would immediately lock and aim and smash their heads.

But if this goes on—

——If it goes on like this.

"Crack!—"

The sharp and piercing forte pulled Leonardo from the world back to hell.

The servants at the front of the line were already dead, and the front teeth of the steel giant Bai Sensen were crushed by the black tires!

Blood foam splashed along the spinning hub, and all screams turned into bone-cracking voices in an instant.

Leonardo's heart was about to jump out of his throat——

—He was just about to touch the gun out of the black suit to return fire. Seeing the two little servants in front of him lose their legs, they also wanted to fight back with their guns.

Their arms had just reached the Kevlar interlayer of the scissor-tail suit, and they could only hear the roar of full-power rifle bullets-the sky cap had already flown into Leonardo's face.

The shards of the anti-virus silver bullet splashed into Xiao Li's eyes, and he lost his ability to fight back. He could only hear the god of death holding a sickle

Oh no--

——It was the god of death driving a large truck, like riding a war horse that swallowed the flames of death, driving away the vicious dogs that gnawed at the bones and flesh, and was about to come to him.

cruel!

cruel!

It's crazy!

——Leonardo felt as cold as falling into an ice cave!

He never thought that there would be such a cold-blooded guy in the world!

In order to save the precious silver warheads, the method of flogging corpses with flesh and blood must be used.

The wailing sound that was full of anger in the vestibule gradually became weaker.

These strong vampires couldn't even yell.

The valet and godfather Leonardo at the front of the line wailed and begged.

"General Affairs, I will not live long"

"But you want. You want to live. General."

"Master Mary is still waiting for you to serve"

From time to time, the bodies of these male servants burst out with spiritual light, trying to force Mrs. Bai wriggling in the open wound back into the body, trying to forcefully extend the last bit of life, so as to break a way out for Leonardo.

Leonardo didn't have the slightest bit of compassion, he was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it——

——I'm afraid that if you say a word more, these words will become tracers in the violent noise, exposing him to death.

Hearing the sound of "Pang--", the loyal servant screamed, and tried his best to do his last bit of effort, like a loyal dog guarding the truck, piercing two sharp femurs into the front wheels of the big truck.

Due to the huge impact of the blown tire, the entire front of the car deflected and bounced elsewhere.

The hot and red steel wheel ran over half of Leonardo's torso, but it didn't completely destroy his brain like the original precise and clear route.

The big truck drove all the way to the atrium, rushed through the garden and crashed into the gate of the castle, like an old wolf, and the headlights on the front of the truck were also extinguished.

A dark figure jumped out of the car.

At this moment, Leonardo didn't have the mind to take care of other things at all.

He had to survive, he had to absorb the essence from this pool of flesh and blood, and reshape his body.

There is only one arm and half chest left, but it does not prevent him from eating silently——

——As long as he can eat the flesh and blood of these noble species, he, a nobleman, can return to his peak state.

His eyes were fixed on the armor shards of the bullets in the flesh and blood, and he could vaguely discern the size of the AK-12 ammunition.

——The enemy is Jiang Xueming!

——It is the god of death that Mistress Mary has been thinking about.

An indescribable sense of shame and jealousy almost took away all his sanity. He didn't understand why a boy who hadn't even awakened his soul power could win the favor of the mistress and put him, the current godfather, into limbo.

This blood-sucking big clever ghost is struggling in the quagmire of flesh and blood, his mouthpiece and every mycelium cell in his body are twitching crazily, he is absorbing energy so that his brain can think, and he wants to come up with the best way to deal with Jiang Xueming Countermeasures!

Since Madam Mary bluntly stated her plan to change the godfather, Leonardo didn't think about eating and drinking every day, and he often forgot to suck blood. He watched the surveillance in the Royal Free Hospital and the video over and over again again.

After studying for so long, he thought he knew Jiang Xueming's height, length, limit strength, killing efficiency and body metabolism like the back of his hand.

Impatient, he summoned the real name of Hunwei, and wanted to have a showdown with the old enemy in his life.

"[Crimson Cloud·Crimson Mist]!"

A cloud of blood-red mist burst out from the tattered body, and tiny insects rang out from the mist. The size of these tiny mosquitoes' bodies could be measured in nanometers.

They rushed into the blood mud all at once, grabbing more essence for Leonardo.

Any life that inhales such spiritual body insects, or penetrates the body through the five sense organs, is highly poisonous to any life.

These insects are like delicate and flexible nanomachines that can destroy the structure of cells at the molecular level. In just a minute, a blood clot in the lungs and bacterial infection can kill an elephant.

Leonardo hid in the blood mist and grinned——

"—My soul power is invincible!"