my beauty world

He warned his assistants: "The principle of one drop of blood! The principle of one drop of blood! What we want is the most high-end product, and it must not be dirty at all!"

Mickey is a pure white girl.

Master Henry checked it carefully and nodded with satisfaction: "Go and rinse it again, and prepare for waxing!"

This is not a new process, but an all-natural handmade process.

Lena was escorted away by two assistants, and Mickey came back after washing.

Outside the laboratory, the assistant who came back noticed the situation and asked, "Who?"

puff--

A shot with a suppressor rang out, and the assistant fell headlong.

Almost at the same time, gunshots appeared at the gate of the workshop, which was especially loud in the closed workshop.

Master Henry lightly pressed the siren at hand.

Then, looking out of the laboratory through the glass door, a woman in black tights appeared not far away.

"You crazy bastards!"

Ilsa sneaked in from the workshop window and looked at some of the ovens. She was no longer as cold as before, with an extremely ferocious expression on her face. She raised her gun and wanted to kill Master Henry.

Before the gun was raised, the man hid to one side.

On the slightly uneven wall next to it, a sharp arrow-like tongue suddenly popped out!

In just a moment, Lehman with the big nose rushed over with the mercenaries.

…………

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the originally quiet workshop immediately exploded. Many mercenaries were alarmed, and workers and technicians panicked.

After blowing a person's head off, Ronan took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his anger.

Don't let anger affect the battle!

The pistol and dagger were put away, and the AK rifle on his back was in his hand. Hearing a sound from the front right, Ronan stepped out, and the bullets fired by the AK blasted the heads of two mercenaries!

Ronan didn't stop at all, walking all the way in, whenever he encountered a living person, he would shoot without hesitation!

People here count as one, and they will never be killed in vain!

"There is an intruder! Kill him!" Someone shouted in French: "Quick! Call for backup! Kill him!"

Ronan shot at the sound, the predator's vigilance allowed him to catch the target at a glance, and one shot would kill him!

Then, he turned around, walked through the disinfection room and the air shower, came to the door of the workshop, and hid in the corner.

After a while, the door of the workshop opened, and more than a dozen heavily armed mercenaries swarmed in.

Ronan fired wildly, and all the magazines were empty. These mercenaries were all lying on the ground, some of them were still dead, howling in pain.

"Please..." A burly white man was shot in the abdomen and stretched out a bloody hand: "Please..."

Ronan threw away the AK, pulled out his pistol, and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

These French mercenaries are well-equipped and have a reasonable combination of long and short weapons, but their quality is average.

Ronan turned on his spirit vision and harvested soul fragments, basically soul fragments +1.

Considering the close combat in the workshop, he picked up a shotgun, took off the belt and hung it on his body, and turned around to kill in the workshop.

Inside the workshop, there was a gunshot, and it seemed that someone else had come in.

Six or seven workers in sterile suits ran out and bumped into Ronan. Without saying a word, Ronan picked up the shotgun and blasted it!

Boom!thump—

The huge roar resounded throughout the workshop, and the chests and abdomens of those workers were all beaten into hornets' nests.

There are several ovens next to them, and there are at least a hundred corpses whose internal organs have been removed. Ronan will not show mercy to these workers!

While walking and reloading, Ronan came to the door of the separate room, heard a voice inside, kicked the door open, rushed in and shot.

Four female workers in white coats went to meet their God without even screaming.

In the room, the lights are bright.

Ronan saw the decoration clearly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch!

The suppressed anger surged up again!

It was a warehouse, with a mountain of viscera.

These picked internal organs are placed in containers or culture tanks, like commodities waiting to be transported!

On the other side, there are all glass bottles full of grease!

No need to ask, you know what you are pretending to be!

Ronan came out of the warehouse, and the gunshots in front became more and more obvious.

There was a staff member wearing a sterile suit, hiding under a shelf, only looking into the innermost part of the workshop, and didn't notice Ronan coming.

Ronan dragged him out, and glanced at the tag hanging on his chest, which said something like "Technical Supervisor".

"Don't kill me! Please..."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the barrel of the shotgun pushed in. Ronan pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a bang, his head shattered and flew away.

Ronan didn't know if those people had begged them when they attacked those people, and how they answered.

He doesn't want to know now either.

The people in this workshop, one counts as one, will all die!

Since crossing over, in order to survive, Ronan has fought many times with others. The number of drug dealers who died in his hands alone cannot be counted with his hands and feet.

But he has never been so tyrannical and wants to kill everyone.

There is a hostility that makes him unable to vent!

That is the conscience of being a human being!

The workshop is highly automated, there are not many workers, and the mercenaries stationed are mediocre, most of them are soul fragments +1, and Ronan doesn't need a second bullet at all.

A large number of wooden cargo boxes were piled up in the open space ahead, and the sound of two different pistol shots came over.

Someone yelled, "Boba, stop him!"

The black man with red hair, holding a Beretta in both hands, immediately turned towards the door of the workshop. Before he raised his gun, he found that the person on the opposite side was incredibly fast. Like an afterimage, it came to him.

"What the hell?" Boba was surprised.

boom--

Without any hesitation, and without any nonsense, Ronan smashed the black man's head with one shot, and turned his left hand, soul fragments +3!

At the same time, information flashed in my mind.

Magical dance steps: A black mercenary's best dance, when he dances, he is the stupidest one in the audience.

Regardless of the confidence in his mind, Ronan took a step forward, appeared from behind the reactor, and said, "Get down!"

Ilsa spotted Ronan when the shotgun rang out.

Regardless of whether the opponent is the FBI or the CIA pretending to be the FBI, they are on the same side for the time being.

She immediately hugged her head and rolled behind a pile of cargo boxes.

Boom-boom-boom-

Ronan fired again and again, and the mercenaries on the opposite side screamed one after another, blood staining the workshop floor.

At the end of the workshop is a laboratory, where there are three people.

A big-nosed Frenchman and an Eastern European face hide behind a bunker of cargo boxes.

A very handsome old man stood by the bulletproof glass in the laboratory.

Judging from the standing position, it is obvious that the handsome old man is the leader.

Ronan loaded the shotgun and walked past Ilsa: "Get up and kill them all!"

People here must have seen the situation in the workshop.

Ilsa threw away the empty pistol, drew out a dagger, gritted her teeth and followed Ronan, while reminding: "Be careful, there are invisible lizards!"

Chapter 48 No future troubles

The lizard with a super color-changing ability made Ilsa suffer a lot. There were many torn scratches on the clothes made of Kevlar material, and the shoulder pads seemed to be caught by something sharp. shot through.

Ronan held the gun and walked forward step by step without any hesitation or hesitation.

The big-nosed Lehman glanced at him: "Master?"

Sera from Albania was beating his heart. This is the person who came in from the door of the workshop. So many mercenaries were killed by him alone?

"Kill him!" Master Henry snapped his fingers with his left hand and pronounced the ancient Latin syllables.

Almost at the same time, Ronan sensed the danger, meditated on the steel claws, and opened his left hand to grab the left cargo box!

The boxes were stacked neatly on the sack, when a hole suddenly opened, and something shot out like an arrow, hitting the palm of Ronan's left hand.

Ronan clasped his palms to grab it, and the thing was retracted as soon as he touched it, and he retracted immediately.

There was a pain in the palm of the left hand, as if the Lingbao clawed it back then.

Ronan's right hand was not idle, and the shotgun was about to move over to shoot, but his feet slipped without warning, and he fell to the ground.

Half of the body is exposed from the cover of the cargo box.

The alarm bell is ringing ahead!

Lehman and Sierra shoot at almost the same time!

Ronan twisted his waist and turned with incredible agility, and he rolled out along the oily floor.

A few bullets hit the ground with a bang, only thirty centimeters away from Ronan.

Ronan put his hand on the ground and remembered that a layer of frost suddenly appeared on the ground, his muscles stiffened suddenly when he touched the cold, and his movement speed instantly slowed down.

The wooden box next to it cracked open, and with a whoosh sound, another arrow-like thing shot towards Ronan's throat.

Ronan put his left hand in front of his neck, his hand was hit by a strong force, the back of his hand hit his neck, and his palm ached.

The arrow-like thing bounced back, and a large lizard of the same color as the box rushed forward, with a cold light shining on its claws, which were about the size of an adult's palm.

Ronan kicked his foot on the ground, and he stepped back.

The frost on the ground cannot last long and melts quickly.

At the door of the laboratory, Master Henry drew patterns with his left hand as if flying, and kept chanting ancient Latin.

Most people have long been unable to understand this ancient and obscure language.

"Disarm!"

Ronan was running fast, and he picked up his gun and wanted to shoot. For some reason, his right hand suddenly raised, and the shotgun flew out of his hand!

The pistol and dagger on his waist fell out of nowhere, and were thrown far away by the inertia brought about by running.

Instantly, unarmed!

Master Henry supported the door frame of the laboratory, panting slightly. In this dharma-ending era, even if the magic power is recovering, it is still extremely unfriendly to mages.

"be careful!"

Ilsa bent her waist, biting the dagger in her mouth, and climbed to the other side of the box, intending to go around from the side.

Ronan stomped on the ground, and he rushed out.

puff!

A paw the size of an adult's palm can easily penetrate a wooden box!

Ronan could see clearly this time that it was a large lizard.

Just the giant chameleon he needs!

Because the feeling when seeing the spirit leopard reappeared.

Ronan wants to eat!