Marvel – Immortal Path

The damage caused by special silver nitrate bullets to Blood Race was fatal. The wound on the legislator's shoulder continued to spew out smelly blood, and the amount of bleeding increased as his body swelled.

After a few breaths, blood puddles have accumulated under his feet. The slightly corrosive muddy blood eroded the handmade carpet, and even continued to pour into the marble floor, arousing a lot of dense bubble.

The intense pain caused the half-human and half-bat Blood Race to lose his senses. He howled, crimson within both eyes full of cruelty.

The bat monster stared at the Deadpool in the long narrow aisle, his fleshy wings with gray-brown fluff fluttered in a fan, and the rolling wind made everyone around him have to bow down to stabilize their figure.

Screams one after another, some members of the House of Commons knew about the existence of Blood Race, but also some backbenchers, because they were too low-level and not enough, they were not told-they were just like those in front of the TV Like the audience, they were caught in an uncontrollable panic.

The whole body of the bat monster is filled with rich blood mist, and the surging blood energy circulates and jumps around him like thunder and lightning. Suddenly, he disappears.

When he opened his eyes again, the bat monster had already rushed to Deadpool, and the sharp claw fiercely at the tip of the meat wing struck down.

Deadpool blew a frivolous whistle, with a point toe, and his figure rose from the ground to avoid the opponent's attack.

"Actually, I prefer to call oneself Blade instead of V-letter Vendetta."

Deadpool complained lazily, and his figure crossed a semicircular arc in midair. Over the head of the bat monster.

He stretched out his palms and slapped the bat monster's shoulders, and with the help of the reaction force, he pulled up a bit, and at the same time took out two katana from under the cloak, holding them lightly against the bat monster's neck.

Hey!

The gravitational acceleration caused by the fall makes the two katana deep into the bat monster’s neck, and Blink with the cold light blade

is blocked by the bat monster’s hard skeleton Stagnant, no matter how difficult it is to make progress.

"Cut."

Deadpool gave a dissatisfied voice, threw down the two blades, turned around abruptly, hugged the bat monster's half-cut neck with both hands, fiercely twisted .

Like a twist, the skeleton of the bat monster’s neck is twisted into one force by brute force, leaving only a superficial layer of flesh and blood nerves connected to the head and body.

The cracking sound caused by the squeezing and collision of skeletons is sour. What's more terrifying is that the bat monster still hasn't died, and is still using sharp claw and blood energy to try to cause damage to Deadpool.

"Life force is so strong?"

Deadpool couldn't help being stared wide-eyed, he was holding the bat monster's head constantly twisting, while dragging the opponent to slide on the corridor of the conference hall , Leaving an intermittent long blood stain.

Finally, the bat monster's head was removed, and the huge body, which was nearly three meters long, stopped struggling needlessly and stuck in the aisle like a scrapped car.

Deadpool panted heavily, threw the huge head in his hand into the air, and landed precisely on the table of Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

The strong female prime minister still remained calm, despite her legs fighting and her heart beating wildly, she still stared at the V-Vendetta team with cold eyes, leaving the last for the British Empire. A touch of decent.

And Constantine, facing the camera, said solemnly: "Look, this country has been invaded and corroded by the Blood Race. They not only walk in the mundane world, but also live above the temple.

They exercise the authority of the country, control the media mouthpiece, restrain the wisdom of the people, and even rate the beasts to cannibalize people and commit all kinds of appalling crimes.

The non-governmental organization active in all parts of the world is Blood Race. The domestic dog raised is responsible for making excuses for Master Blood Race to intervene in the situation in the Middle East;

The International Human Trafficking Organization is the livestock raised by Blood Race and is responsible for providing a private slave for Master Blood Race to satisfy their darkest hearts. Dirty fantasy;

Even the bureaucratic system of the British Empire itself is also the shepherd dog raised by Blood Race, which is responsible for domesticating the people for the Lord Blood Race and fooling the ignorant and sad untouchables.

Complex and cumbersome entertainment products are poisons produced by Blood Race. They let us indulge in the joy of the virtual world and numb the excitement brought by cultural products;

The lacklustre election system is produced by Blood Race. The psychedelic drugs released, they make us indulge in the illusion of democratic elections, and imagine that the next successor to the British Empire will make new changes-but this is all shit! The slogan promised by the politicians of the Western world at the beginning of coming to power has never been They are all lies! They are just drawing blueprints one after another, let us continue to keep ourselves, obediently and honestly continue to be ignorant lambs!

Feminism! Homosexualism! Animal protectionism! Environmentalism! Religion Equality! Human rights are equal!

The Baizuo thought that includes all the above elements is nothing but the sleeping agent used by Blood Race to poison our spirit!

They cultivated us to be philanthropic and benevolent. Holy Mother, let us hate ourselves, cut ourselves off, get rid of the death penalty, tolerate those forcibly constructed criminals and murderers, and ignore the screams of the victims!"

Constantin angrily Roared: "In the hands of Blood Race, Bai Zuo Min is a blunt knife that cuts flesh. It deprives us of the blood of Anglo-Saxons, deprives us of the wildness in our hearts, and keeps us meek, ignorant, and humble. Humble!

I’m fed up with lies, I decided to resist."

At the same time, several helicopters hovered over the outer edge of the Capitol, with rapidly rotating propeller blades. There was a wave of waves on the Thames.

The rays of light of the searchlight tear through the night like a sharp sword. The surrounding area of ​​the Capitol was blocked by the United Kingdom police and military vehicles that came after hearing the news.

London residents who were wandering around gradually moved closer, sticking one's head around to look for at the outermost edge of the military blockade, and holding the cellphone to shoot continuously, the flash was bright as day and the shutter sounded. One after another.

The police officers in uniforms sternly reprimanded the people to disperse, and their hideous faces made no doubt that these police officers, who were at the critical point of tension, would use rubber batons to describe what they mean by "boiled in oil."

In the cabins of those helicopters, the sniper wearing wind-proof eyepieces held his arm with a sling, and the cold muzzle was aimed at the chamber of the House of Commons on the second floor of the Capitol, and the infrared night vision was clear. It shows the location of everyone in the hall.

Wind direction, wind speed, relative distance, the degree of helicopter turbulence, the angle of refraction of the glass...All the data are arranged and combined in your mind to create complicated and complicated equations.

The elite soldiers from the SAS of the United Kingdom Special Air Service Regiment stopped chewing gum, the tips of their tongues grew fluid, and they whispered into the headset, "Request shooting."

The instruction: "Approve the shooting."

So, the trigger was pulled, and the bullet rubbed in the rifled line. Following the fire from the muzzle, moved towards the Chamber of Commons.

This narrow eldest son sculpted a trajectory, passed through the humid air above the Thames, and through the stained glass. The remaining force continued to bombard Constantine, who was holding the Speaker of the House of Commons.

"Even if I am dead and nailed in the coffin, I will use this decadent vocal cord to shout out in the grave..."

Bang!

The huge might sniper rifle bullet hit Constantine's chest, interrupting his words, causing him to fall backwards.

At the same time, the gate of the chamber of the House of Commons was forcibly knocked open by a siege hammer. The fully armed soldiers, holding their guns, poured firepower on the Deadpool in the aisle.

Deadpool just took a deep look at them, a cloak rolled back with a thin cloth to block the torrent of bullets.

He picked up Constantine, who was unclear about his life and death, and pressed the button of the watch, and a complicated magic array rose from under his feet. The two of them disappeared, leaving only a messy conference hall.

November 5th, there are two weeks left.