Colonial Suit

"Jack!!" Miss Carrie screamed, throwing herself at the body of Number Five. Frantically, she tried to cover the bleeding wound on Number Five.

However, spoiled and pampered as she was, how would she know anything about battlefield first aid? Her actions not only failed to stop the bleeding but actually widened the wound on Number Five.

"Cough… I say, are you trying to save me or kill me…"

Number Five's expression was strange, a mix of pain and a hint of fortunate smile. Stroking Carrie's smooth, long hair, he sighed softly. "Don't bother anymore. This is an a-337 armor-piercing round. You can't help me…"

"Oh, no… no…" Carrie was in tears, her words incoherent.

She hadn't known Number Five for very long, but in that short time, Number Five had given her so much warmth. Carrie no longer regarded him as a mere male plaything but as a lover. So, watching Number Five die to protect her… she couldn't bear it.

"Jack… you won't die, tell me you won't die…"

"…………" Number Five didn't speak, only silently stroking Carrie's hair, his eyes gentle.

Just then, Mina spoke up from across the way. "I didn't expect you to capture my daughter's heart in such a short time. Number Five, it seems I made the right choice in picking you."

"What?" Carrie's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Number Five, who was so close. "You… you…"

"Didn't expect it?" Mina lowered her head to light a cigarette, then exhaled a puff of smoke from her red lips. "He should be considered a distant relative of yours, a standard death mercenary. I originally intended for him to do something. It's just a pity that he seems unable to bring himself to hurt you."

"Oh, no!" Carrie covered her mouth, looking at Number Five in disbelief. "Jack, could it be that you…"

"Don't worry, darling," Number Five's chest was still bleeding, but his eyes remained clear. He quietly looked at Carrie's perfect face, reaching out to wipe away her tears.

"Regardless of the past or present, at least I'm still by your side."

"Jack…" Carrie's eyes welled up again, and she suddenly realized that Number Five was right. No matter what his past identity was, at least he had stepped forward without hesitation when she needed him most. For her, that was enough.

Love, only needed this, didn't it?

Carrie gently buried her head in Number Five's chest, feeling incredibly happy.

With a loud boom, a deafening sound came from the distant gate, and a cloud of snow-white ice crystals shot into the air. Immediately afterward, a figure slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

He wore a simple combat suit, dragging a long gun in his hand, and walked over calmly. His appearance was ordinary, and he didn't exude any imposing presence. But the more ordinary he seemed, the more unsettling he became.

As he approached, the few remaining guards on the bridge couldn't help but stand in front of Mina, their eyes filled with vigilance.

"Don't be nervous, he's Wolfhawk," Mina said, a sarcastic smile on her face as she held a cigarette between her fingers. "The White Eyes' man."

"Phew." The guards all breathed a sigh of relief, but they still didn't dare to clear the way.

The pressure this man exerted on them was simply too great.

Although his appearance was ordinary and he had no imposing presence, for some reason, his simple figure seemed like a small mountain pressing down on the guards' hearts, making their breathing quicken.

Only Number Five still maintained a faint smile. Looking at the suddenly appearing Wolfhawk, he even had the leisure to say hello.

"Hi…"

"…………" Wolfhawk glanced at him expressionlessly, then shifted his gaze to Carrie. After looking at her for a while, he silently raised his long gun.

"Hey, I say, buddy. Wait… wait," Number Five said with a smile, pushing Carrie away from his embrace.

Carrie looked up in surprise, never expecting Number Five's arms to still be so strong at this moment.

Yes, only Carrie could feel it at this moment, although Number Five looked a bit disheveled and the wound on his chest was covered in blood, his arms were still steady and his breathing was still even, as if he hadn't been injured at all. What was going on?

Carrie was puzzled, but Wolfhawk on the opposite side didn't know any of this, and simply raised his head to look at Number Five.

He didn't speak, but the right hand that was holding the gun level did indeed stop. His attitude seemed to be asking Number Five, what else do you have to say?

"I was saying… can we make a deal?" Number Five didn't care about Wolfhawk's indifference at all, and still said with a smile. "Don't you think your current behavior is very ungentlemanly? You're pointing a gun at a lady… and such a beautiful one at that. Well, you know, as a man, you should have some manners. Maybe we can change our approach. How about sitting down together for a cup of coffee? Or maybe some wine would be better."

Wolfhawk was silent, his thumb flicking off the safety of the gun.

"Hey hey hey…" Number Five raised both hands. "Wait wait wait… I say, buddy. Don't be so nervous. You don't like coffee or wine? How about we put it another way. Look… how about a million Star Credits?"

"…………" Wolfhawk was still silent, but the right hand that was raising the gun did stop.

Number Five smiled slightly, pointing to Mina not far away. "Listen, buddy. I know your way of doing things. I understand you, it's said that you only like money? Then it seems I can say this, as long as you stand on our side, no matter how much that old woman pays, we'll add another million, how about that? Would that satisfy your appetite?"

"…………" Wolfhawk turned his head to look at Mina. His gaze was so cold, like a machine. Even Mina, who held a high position and great power, couldn't help but feel a chill in his gaze. The guards in front of her were even more on high alert.

However, the head of the Romick family didn't show any nervousness, still maintaining that charming smile.

She lightly took a puff of her cigarette, looking at the swirling nebula in the distance and said, "Wolfhawk, don't play around. If you don't want to make White Eyes unhappy."

"…………" Wolfhawk lowered his gaze and nodded. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he pointed the gun directly at Carrie's head.

Compared to just now, he was now decisive and swift as lightning. He didn't even give Number Five a chance to stop him.

Immediately afterward, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!!"

A cloud of blood sprayed into the air. Miss Carrie's eyes widened. Number Five's smile froze on his face, and Mina in the distance gently covered her mouth.

What did they see!?

A hand!!

A hand that grabbed the bullet!!

Just in front of Miss Carrie's forehead, a hand appeared out of nowhere, suspended in mid-air, perfectly catching the bullet that Wolfhawk had just fired. The slender bullet was still spinning rapidly in the palm of the hand, spraying out a series of sparks and blood. But no matter what, it couldn't escape the constraints of the hand.

Before everyone could react! Lines of electricity appeared around the palm of the hand, as if lifting a painted curtain to reveal the space. A huge figure slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

What a terrifying figure it was…

Nearly two meters tall, the body was full of sharp lines, and the black and red armor was filled with a fierce and cold aura. Just looking at it gave people a suffocating sense of oppression. It was like a demon walking out of hell, making everyone shudder.

"Blood瞳!" Carrie screamed, her eyes filled with ecstasy.

At the same time, Wolfhawk on the opposite side made a clean and neat move.

Drop the gun… retreat quickly…

As an experienced assassin, although he had remained silent from beginning to end, he was undoubtedly the strongest warrior in the field. So, he naturally made the most correct choice.

Run!

Assassins are not warriors, so his retreat was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation. Moreover, while retreating rapidly, he took out a space button and pressed it.

Call for armor!!

A blue light screen instantly formed around Wolfhawk. Only then did he feel a sense of security.

But before his armor could appear, a terrifying claw, as if probing from the netherworld, pierced through his electromagnetic shield and crushed his space button.

This is!?

Wolfhawk's pupils suddenly contracted, and an unbelievable look shot out from his eyes.

But it was too late. Almost at the same time as the claw crushed his space button, another black blade of light, like lightning cutting through the night sky, instantly bloomed the electromagnetic shield, revealing Wolfhawk inside.

This series of changes was as fast as lightning, dazzling the eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, they could only see that the huge figure retreated as soon as it appeared, and then he was surrounded by an electromagnetic shield. The huge figure simply pounced and waved. Wolfhawk was forcibly grabbed out of the electromagnetic shield. The whole process took less than a second. It was full of violent beauty.

But Wolfhawk couldn't feel any of this. He only felt infinite fear at this moment. Looking at the demonic humanoid figure so close, even his breathing stopped in an instant…

Only one thought remained in his mind, what is this!? How is it possible to break through the absolute barrier?

However, Wolfhawk was indeed an experienced assassin. At this moment, he was still not flustered. He immediately tilted his head back, just dodging a blade of light that was slashing towards his neck. Immediately afterward, he stomped his feet, spraying out two long contrails from under his feet. He actually escaped the demonic humanoid's grasp in an instant and flew out thousands of meters.

Microminiature action assistance system.

This was Wolfhawk's trump card, and also his last struggle as an assassin.

Watching him about to enter the archway at the end of the bridge, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could come to their senses, they saw the huge demonic humanoid figure suddenly stop and turn to raise its right hand towards Wolfhawk's distant back.

What is it going to do??

The thoughts were still churning in people's minds, and they saw the demonic humanoid figure's palm had been aimed at Wolfhawk's back, followed by a closing of its five fingers, clenching it tightly!

At the same time, Wolfhawk's figure shook violently, as if crushed by an invisible force.

He exploded into a cloud of blood in the air…

Instant kill!