Chapter 781: Destroy the Withered (Please Collect, Recommend, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket) Please Vote for the Monthly Ticket! The End of the Month Is Almost Here!

Seeing Hannibal being knocked away, Wednesday was overjoyed. He immediately wanted to shoot again with the Saint Killer, but when he raised his hand, he found that the Saint Killer in his hand... was gone. Looking up at Hannibal who fell in the distance, he found that the Saint Killer was in Hannibal's hand! It turned out that Hannibal had snatched the Saint Killer away at the moment he was knocked away!

At this time, Hannibal also got up from the ground, and then took a bullet from his temple. The shape of the bullet was very strange, it was a silver bullet, and the deformation of the bullet was not serious. If a general bullet hits the target, it will immediately deform and become a pool, even if it is an armor-piercing bullet. However, although this bullet head has also deformed, the degree of deformation is not high.

So you can still see the general situation of this bullet head. The bullet head is different from ordinary bullet heads. There are many strange and exaggerated reliefs on its bottom and surface. Making reliefs on bullets... This was the first time Kai had seen it. Perhaps the strange trajectory just now was due to these reliefs...

Hannibal put away the bullet, and then looked again in the direction where the bullet came from, and found that there was no one there.

It seemed that they had retreated.

But it didn't matter. The monk could escape, but the temple could not. Since they were helpers from the Continental Hotel, if we wanted to find them, we just had to start from the Continental Hotel.

"Ha... What a series of surprises." Hannibal looked at Wednesday in front of him and smiled widely, looking very happy. "I thought you were just a bunch of scum, but I didn't expect that you had hidden a lot of things. So tell me... What other surprises are waiting for me?"

Hannibal turned the Saint Killer in his hand and then directly inserted it into the holster on his waist. There was no holster there originally, but it appeared now.

Wednesday's face was solemn. He found that they knew too little about Hannibal.

"Surprise? There will always be this thing!"

Then Wednesday ran into the hotel very happily without hesitation. Hannibal did not chase him, but walked slowly into the hotel.

The commander hiding in the dark immediately notified the troops ambushing inside the hotel.

"He's entered the hotel! Everyone get ready!"

The sound of gunfire rang out again!

Less than five seconds after the commander finished speaking, a report from a member of Group 2 came from the headset: "Two people were killed in Group 2."

The commander's face changed, and he was about to say something, but immediately a voice came from the headset again: "Four people were killed in Group 2."

"The team leader died, the sniper died." Three reports, each of which took no more than five seconds on average, and six people died in Group 2.

The commander frowned. Before coming, he knew how strong this guy was, but it turned out that his estimate might not be enough. He hated this. Fighting was never as simple as fighting with a gun. Intelligence was the key to fighting! But it turned out that their intelligence was a mess.

But he couldn't blame those intelligence collectors. After all... Hannibal himself was famous for being mysterious.

"Stay steady, don't show up, make more use of the terrain! Keep suppressing fire."

To deal with Hannibal, either set a trap and put him in an unavoidable environment. But the problem is that Hannibal is elusive, and no one knows where he will appear next. Even until now, they don't know how Hannibal does it. If he is elusive, there is no need to talk about this.

The only way left is to use human lives to pile up a trap like tonight. Therefore, the commander received an order that all team members can be sacrificed, including himself. Tonight, all of them are expendable pawns.

The commander has long been accustomed to this. The reason why they are called the Scarlet Guard is not only that they will bring blood and rain to the enemy when they go out, but also to themselves.

The Scarlet Guard is the most elite combat force of the High Table, but the Scarlet Guard is updated very quickly, because every mission, a group of Scarlet Guards will die. Of course, the treatment of the Scarlet Guard is also the best, even so good that it can drive some people crazy.

Eternal life! Of course, the premise is that you have to live to that time.

Under the cold-blooded and efficient command of the commander over there, Hannibal also felt the difference.

These people are not killers, or their style is more like that of soldiers, and they are very good soldiers. If you have to use a suitable adjective, it is dead soldiers!

There are limits to the fierceness and eliteness of the gang members. If three or five of the ten people die, the remaining people will also lose their level if they don't run. Soldiers with higher discipline will be better, but there is also a critical point. If the casualties are too heavy, they will also collapse.

But these guys in front of them are not like that. Death has a little effect on them, but it is far from enough to make them collapse.

"He is breaking through the gap between the first and fourth groups." The commander reminded again.

But as he spoke, Hannibal appeared in front of the enemy like a ghost, and the gunshot of the Saint Killer in his hand exploded. The two groups of enemies who turned to him saw the bullets flying in front of them, and subconsciously squatted down to find cover. This is a conditioned reflex they have developed in long-term combat, and it is not subject to the will of the commander.

It was also at this gap that Hannibal's shadow suddenly appeared ten meters away from the two. The crouching Scarlet Guard member holding a gun immediately pulled the trigger and fired two short bursts. He wanted to report Hannibal's position so that others could attack together, but unfortunately...

Bang!

There was a hole on his right tactical eyepiece, and he fell on his back.

Then Hannibal moved again, and a member of the Scarlet Guard finally caught a black figure in his peripheral vision, and immediately pointed his gun at it. But although the black figure's movements were not hurried, they were not fast, just slightly faster than the muzzle of his gun. Just when the muzzle of his gun was about to catch up with the figure, the muzzle of his gun was also aimed at him.

The member of the Scarlet Guard reacted quickly. He knew there was no time to aim, so he pulled the trigger directly towards Hannibal's range.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Hannibal looked indifferent, ignoring the bullet that was chasing him twenty centimeters behind him. He stepped forward and rushed past him, raising his hand casually.

Snap!

The gun was fired right in front of the guy, and there was no way to hide, so he turned his head and fell to the ground.

Also at the same time, touch!

There was a slightly dull gunshot, and a bullet hit the spot where Hannibal had just been standing.

Hannibal turned to look outside the building. There were many snipers deployed outside the hotel.

Hannibal had anticipated this situation before, so he arranged for the Blood Mint to clean out the snipers. Now it seems that the Blood Mint's actions are a bit slow.

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"Sir!"

The commander was focusing all his attention on the interior of the hotel, so he was unable to react immediately when a communication was sent from a blocking point outside the hotel.

"Sir! Team A1 reports! Team A1 reports!"

The commander didn't get through until the communication rang again.

"Speaking."

"Sir, I am the A1 team. There is a situation with the B2 team directly opposite us."

"What's going on?"

"No shots have been fired from B2 so far! The intercom is silent!"

"What?" The commander immediately realized something was wrong and immediately contacted the B2 team. "B2! B2! Please reply!"

When no response was received, the commander immediately notified the C1 team closest to the B2 team to check it out.

"Team C1 is coming over. Something might have happened to B2. That guy Hannibal has accomplices! Find them and kill them!" When the commander spoke, he was also upset. They knew the existence of blood mint, but Hannibal's The sense of existence was so strong that they actually forgot about such a person!

But before he could reflect, gunshots were heard from the area where B2 was originally located, and the intercom was suddenly connected: "Captain, we were attacked. Three team members died and two were injured. Ah..."

After a scream, the intercom suddenly went silent.

The commander looked livid and grabbed the walkie-talkie to contact him directly: "A1, you are responsible for security. Why didn't you notice the attacker? Now tell me, what did you see?"

On the intercom: "A1 didn't notice it, we lost our field of vision! We can't see what's happening on the other side at all!"

"Fake!" The commander's incompetent rage could only be expressed in curse words. But something immediately made him even more angry. The intercom rang again.

"Sir! This is C2, requesting support. We are being attacked by...ah! No!"

The commander doesn't know what to do now.

So he asked his subordinates around him: "Where are the people from the mutual aid association?"

A group of subordinates looked at each other.

A subordinate said hesitantly: "Other sniper sites sent back messages before... saying that people from the mutual aid association ran away... You said you knew..."

The commander was also so angry that he forgot that he already knew about this.

"Fake! These cowards! The orders from the High Table are absolute! How dare they run away from the battlefield!"

The subordinates stopped talking. This was clearly a passing of the blame.

Of course, they agree with this.

The commander was very decisive, knowing that he had no time to deal with the sniper team now. He immediately ordered one group of four to turn around on the spot to maintain the continuous output of firepower and delay Hannibal's scope of action. The second and third groups accelerated and rushed to the front to outflank them.

It has to be said that compared to the previous temporary group of killers, the level of these people is really good. Not only the quality of individual soldiers is higher, but also the cooperation is more precise and efficient. They always maintained a dispersed formation and did not give Hannibal a chance to catch them all. They only used their superior firepower to suppress his space of action.

This is the combat level of a regular team!

As a professional, Hannibal had to give them thumbs up. More than a hundred elite veteran-level militants, coupled with good cooperation, could completely crush any intruder. The kind of offensive that surged up like a tidal wave was simply not something that a normal person could withstand.

It's a pity that they are not facing ordinary people at all.

As time went on, Hannibal killed more and more people.

The Continental Hotel has a total of twenty-two floors. The first floor is the hotel lobby, and the second to fourth floors are banquet halls, restaurants, and various functional halls. From the fifth floor to the thirteenth floor, there are business suites and standard rooms. From the fourteenth floor to the seventeenth floor, there are deluxe double rooms. Going up to the twentieth floor, there are deluxe suites and presidential suites. The remaining two floors are not open to the public. development.

The current guests of the hotel are basically concentrated above the fifth floor, and the high-top tables arrange their guests below the fifth floor.

Hannibal has now reached the third floor, but almost all the people on the high table are dead!

The commander was sweating now and didn't know what to do.

He brought a hundred people here this time. Now... even he himself doesn't know how many people are still alive.

Not too much anyway.

Just when he was at a loss, the door of the command room was opened, and three men in black robes walked in. If you look closely, they look different from ordinary white people. They look a bit like Middle Eastern Arabs, especially their robes, which are basically Arab robes, but not the common white, but black.

When the commander saw the three of them, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"My lord..." The commander wanted to say something in fear.

"Don't worry, the judge asked us to come." One of the black-robed men seemed to understand the commander's fear and said very calmly.

The commander breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these three lords were disappointed by their Scarlet Guard.

"The Scarlet Guard is an important asset of the elders. It can be sacrificed, but it cannot be wasted like this. The judge asked us to solve the problem."

The commander was immediately overjoyed, but on the surface he still said: "I am afraid... I actually let you noble people fight for us incompetent people. I deserve to die."

The three black-robed men did not react much to the commander's flattery. They were used to it.

"I will let the followers join the battle. You tell the remaining Scarlet Guards to evacuate. Otherwise... I can't guarantee that there will be no accidental injuries."

"Yes!"

After saying that, the three black-robed men turned and left. Just before they left, footsteps were heard outside the room, getting farther and farther away.

Those were the footsteps of the followers leaving!

...

On the third floor, Hannibal stood in the banquet hall. Around him, more than 30 bodies had already fallen!

And these more than 30 bodies were the result of his battle in three minutes!

This shocked the attacking Scarlet Guards. They never knew that they were such weaklings. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should continue to attack.

Because the man who caused all this did not use his hands from beginning to end!

That's right, since he came to the third floor, Hannibal put away the Saint Killer and released the flying knives. The dozen flying knives were like living things above Hannibal's head, chasing each other and wandering.

But this seemingly insignificant blade caused more than 30 elite veterans to die on the spot, with broken limbs and blood and internal organs scattered everywhere!

Even these veteran elite soldiers felt nauseous and numb when they saw this scene that looked like a picture scroll of hell.

Hannibal turned a blind eye to the tragedy he had caused. He took steady steps again and walked towards the direction where the Scarlet Guards gathered. Hearing the faint footsteps, a member of the Scarlet Guards finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He stood up suddenly and pulled the trigger in the direction of the footsteps. He screamed and emptied the magazine of the automatic rifle in an instant.

But when the bullets were used up, he found that there was no one there.

At this moment, Hannibal had somehow passed by him, and then there was a sound of a blade cutting the air above his head, and then a hot stream came out of his throat. When he reacted, his eyes became terrified, and he threw away the rifle and covered his neck.

But it was doomed to be in vain. The surging blood instantly submerged his hands, and his body fell limply to the ground, and then he lost his voice.

At this time, the other members of the Scarlet Guard also woke up from a nightmare and pulled the trigger at Hannibal in panic!