Long-term salvation

"Let's talk about it after you survive!"

"Tsk."

Adler showed a disgusted expression. He turned his head and saw a huge hand pressing on the corner wall. The thick and long fingers pressed on the wall one by one, crushing the bricks and cement into pieces.

The tall and strong monster slowly poked its head out, its teeth exposed. A little white mist slowly dissipated from between its teeth. A low roar like a drumbeat filled the entire residential building, making the gunshots not far away sound like firecrackers from children's toys.

The black straitjacket tightly wrapped around the blasphemous body, revealing the most vicious human wisdom. What made people even more terrified was the metal object in his right hand—that thing was now spinning slightly, and the high temperature was causing the air around the muzzle to distort.

The monster named "Tracker" slowly straightened up and looked down at those fragile mortals.

"Oh... God..."

Rifle bullets poured down like a rainstorm, splashing blood on that ugly face.

It's completely useless and ridiculous!

God is not here!

Chapter 195: Paris: Broken Bones and Broken Muscles (3K)

Now I don't have to rack my brains to figure out how to open the door, Adler thought.

The monster chased after them, punched through the metal door, crumpled the thing a few times like paper, and then threw it at them like a baseball.

"San... bend over!"

The irregular metal plate flew through the middle of the astonished crowd and embedded itself deeply into the wall of the residential building opposite. This incident even temporarily quieted the battlefield on the other side!

The monster didn't use its weapons anymore, but instead flipped Ru over and carried him on its back, as if it was testing the compatibility of the weapons and its "body". Now, it was going to conduct another test:

The bullets from rifles, pistols and shotguns almost formed a rain curtain - the metal raindrops pounded on the monster's body, and the chest, throat, joints, feet, tendons and other areas that were enough to cause serious injuries or even death to ordinary humans only splashed a few blood, and some places even emitted a terrible crisp sound of metal collision!

The monster just stood there, laughing at humanity's powerlessness.

"Light weapons are ineffective, retreat!"

Price barked orders, directing the members of Task Force 141 to take turns covering their retreat, repeatedly firing their weapons at the monster's eyes. The monster blocked the attack with its arms, but the next second it charged forward like a tank! The corridor floor dented slightly from the terrifying force, and shattered tiles flew high, encroaching on the black straitjacket with dust, transforming it into a filthy painting.

Xiaoqiang (Gary Sanderson) and Soap (John McTavish) of Task Force 141 threw two grenades and then hid in the corner of the corridor. But after the two explosions, the heavy footsteps never stopped!

"Damn it! Let's evacuate separately and meet up at... at Place Denfert-Rochereau! Bond, you and I will be in a group. Let's try to find Rhodes."

Price took out a new magazine from the magazine pouch and replaced it. He exhaled slowly, turned his head to look at Adler and the other two, and said:

"Listen, CIA agent, I'm the commander of the special forces organized by General Sheffield. I need you to cooperate with our battle now—I can't say everyone, but your companions obviously can't escape either."

"I see, you're the boss," Adler shrugged. He took the pistol handed to him by Ghost (Simon Riley) and checked the magazine before slowly saying, "Give the order, Commander. We are on the same boat now."

"Okay, let me explain briefly. There's a bridge on the fourth floor of this residential building that connects to other buildings. We'll set up booby traps there. Two teams will each attract the monster's attention, get it to walk there, and then blow it up with higher-yield C4 bombs and incendiary grenades!"

"Besides, it's a suspended corridor. It's better to let it fall to the ground than chase us in a residential building... The rest depends on whether the French can get there successfully," added Soap. "This thing is a complete massacre for light infantry without heavy weapons! I even doubt it can catch a rocket with its bare hands!"

Let’s not talk about this monster’s abilities for now… French?

Woods and Mason looked at each other helplessly, but Adler remained expressionless. Without further hesitation, he immediately patted his two companions on the shoulders and said seriously:

"Let's deal with the things at hand first."

"Alright, alright."

When the Adler trio disappeared at the end of the corridor, Bond said to Price as he ran:

"That bastard has already escaped. He will definitely not follow your plan."

"Huh?! Tsk... I forgot, these guys are from the CIA," Price said in frustration. He glared at Bond, who looked nonchalant, and lowered his voice, "Why didn't you remind me to shoot those three guys!"

"I'm worried that bastard is going to drag everyone into hell. He's capable of that."

"...Sure enough, I'll have to find an opportunity to kill him next time."

"Just survive this moment, Captain Price," Bond stopped abruptly. He pulled out a climbing rope from his assault backpack, quickly tied it to the railing in the corridor, and threw it outside. He then followed Price's pace. When the heavy footsteps behind him paused for a moment and then quickly chased in their direction, the expression on the agent's face froze slightly.

This thing... is it controlled by someone? How is it controlled? Where is its communication equipment?

If I followed my train of thought and destroyed and blocked their control signals—no, even if I used my heels, they would most likely lose control and start killing people indiscriminately. What would happen if they rushed into the streets?! Not to mention the casualties of innocent civilians, I and Task Force 141 would definitely be left to the French to be skinned alive!

"Hey, Bond, speak!"

Price patted the gun anxiously. At first, he could still hear the gunshots of Soap and the others, as well as the footsteps that were slightly farther away, but now the heavy footsteps were following behind the two of them slowly, as if they were training their tracking ability!

Following footprints, collecting scents, exploring traces… the monster is enjoying chasing Price and Bond. It is learning and responding, and can even be forcibly taken over if necessary to prevent any mistakes in the mission process.

"Let's proceed according to the original plan," Bond gritted his teeth. "First, we have to deal with this monster in front of us. At least we have to buy some time to escape."

"You finally made a wise decision, Bond."

"Shut up, you've been spending my allowance these past few days, okay?!"

The two men exchanged angry shouts, quickly running down the corridor and around the corner. The cold night wind blew into the men's lungs, tearing at every moist tissue inside and giving them a burning pain in return. But all this seemed insignificant compared to the footsteps that followed them like a shadow:

Run, run wildly!

The heavy footsteps behind them disappeared, but before Price and Bond could rejoice, the wall in front of them was smashed directly - a monster more than two meters and nearly three meters long slowly appeared in the dust and mist, bricks and gravel hit the corridor floor with a crackling sound, and were immediately crushed into powder!

"Fvck! How the hell is this thing so fast?!"

Price suddenly leaped to the side, and in the next second, his fist slammed into the wall at the corner of the corridor. The sharp edge of the fist didn't cause the monster even a trace of damage, but instead it scattered like tofu. Retracting his arm, the monster twisted and swung it out. The strong wind swept past Bond's nose as he bent down to avoid it, soaking him in cold sweat!

Climbing awkwardly from the inside, Bond felt another gust of wind behind him, which made him subconsciously rush forward, but this time he was not lucky - Bond was scratched on the back by the fist, causing dull pain while also making him slide forward like a penguin for a long distance.

and bumped into a pair of black combat boots.

"As a greeting, this is quite a formality, Mr. James Bond—or as you English would say... Oh! Please stand up, Sir Bond."

James Bond raised his head, then lowered it again, feeling the coldness of the ground. He said helplessly:

"Then please, Your Majesty, kill this damn thing immediately!"

at the same time.

Adler and the other two ran across the corridor, went down the fire escape outside the building, and turned into another residential building. It was here that they listened for a while before gradually calming down and leaning against the wall, gasping in pain.

After checking his weapon, Adler subconsciously reached out to touch his face and found that the hood used to cover his face was nowhere to be found. It was obviously accidentally left behind during the escape.

"What the…what the hell is that?!"

"It's obviously some kind of biological weapon created by humans," Adler said with a gloomy look in his eyes. "Some people have crossed the line and are even worse than scum like me."

"Although I agree with your assessment of yourself, I still want to ask, what should I do next?"

"I don't know," Adler leaned against the wall, responding to his old friends in confusion and exhaustion. "All our plans were thrown into the incinerator. The chaotic firefight, the chaotic Paris, the chaotic people, and then what? A biochemically modified monster! We must be being targeted by the damn Tzeentch!"

"What the hell is Tzeentch... Tsk, Adler, stop explaining it to us with your damn Warhammer setting!"

Woods said angrily. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a cigarette himself, gave one to Mason, and threw the rest at Adler's head. Adler also raised his hand to catch the cigarette before it hit his head. He lit a cigarette, stood up and walked to the other end of the corridor while talking:

"Next night... don't run into any weird things..."

"Shut up - who?!" Woods was about to retort, but then he heard a slight noise coming from the other side. It sounded like footsteps, very, very light.

Adler took a deep breath, and then heard Woods's strange question:

"nun?"

What nun?

Adler walked over and saw a timid little nun standing in front of Woods and Mason. Her face seemed a little confused and surprised, as if she had made up her mind to escape from the chaotic innocent civilians... But Adler didn't want to think about that anymore - his whole mind was filled with impetuousness and anger, not to mention that she had looked at his face - the agent raised his pistol, pointed the muzzle at the little nun's forehead, and said calmly:

"I'm very..."

"Adler, you're crazy! She's only about the same age as my son!"

"She saw my face, and you just called out my name... If we want to come to France again in the future, we have to handle this cleanly."

"The wicked will be caught in his own sins; his sins will entangle him like cords," the little nun murmured, clasping her hands. "Because he is undisciplined, he will die; and because of his great folly he will go astray."

Adler exhaled slowly and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of the chamber, spinning in the night, and hit the nun's forehead straight on.

It's completely useless and ridiculous!

"Therefore, my eye will not spare, nor will I have pity; I will repay their deeds on their own heads."

The little nun clenched her fists in the shocked eyes of the three CIA members and walked slowly forward, her eyes filled with coldness.

"He (Sensei) doesn't want me to kill, so I will obey - broken limbs, concussions, ruptured livers, bleeding stomachs, teeth knocked out by force - in the name of God, I will never show mercy, scum."

Chapter 196 Iron Fist: Demon Slayer

The Lord of hosts has revealed this to me: This iniquity will not be forgiven until you die. This is what the Lord, the Lord of hosts, says. - Isaiah 22:14

"In the name of God, I will not show mercy, you scumbags."

The little nun said so, with beautiful and pure seriousness in her eyes as blue as the sky - she was serious, and for a being that could withstand a pistol bullet with its forehead, the word "serious" was definitely the worst word for mortals.

"...Are you the one with that brat? A modified human from Atlas Corporation?" Adler sneered and pointed the gun at Mary again. "Does he also like to play with little boys like those Christian priests?"

The roar like an angry cat instantly filled the entire corridor!

Adler only heard this sound, and the next second, he was folded inward and flew backward! When his back hit the wall, abdominal and back pain penetrated the CIA agent's brain at the same time, and he realized what was happening before his eyes:

Woods, holding an MP5, fired at the petite figure, but after just a few rounds, the muzzle was grasped and bent! The faint sound of metal twisting and the explosion of bullets in the barrel echoed in the corridor, followed by the painful cry of the sturdy man.

Woods' arm was broken directly, and the broken bones pushed up the skin, which looked very scary. Then the little nun jumped up on the spot - she was not tall enough - and kicked her opponent with a beautiful roundhouse kick, causing her to spin twice on the spot before falling to the ground, and then she stepped heavily on the other intact arm!

"Stay away from him!" Mason fired several shots at Mary with his rifle, but the furious latter dodged them all by turning sideways, and disappeared from Mason's sight with her skirt flying.

"Mason, she's behind you!"

"Varied--"

Too late.

Mary grabbed the front of the rifle in Mason's hand and brought it up. The bullet sent a cloud of dust across the corridor ceiling, and tiny fragments of paint fell to the ground and bounced away.

Without any hesitation, Mason released his rifle and pulled out his dagger, but only left a faint white mark on the little nun's cheek. The girl simply extended her thumb and used the soft pad of her finger to slowly wipe it away, making sure Mason across from her could see it very clearly - no mark was left on that lovely cheek.

"Treat him as he has treated you, repay him double for his deeds. In the cup he mixed, give him double the drink."

The little nun said this, she looked at Mason and nodded seriously:

"You have prevented violence from happening. Your sin is different."

"..."

Mason pursed his lips tightly, holding the dagger upside down, and stood in front of Woods and Adler... It was a heroic act, but meaningless.

The next moment, Mason felt a heavy blow to his abdomen, a small fist piercing it, causing him to arch his body like a shrimp and vomit gastric juice mixed with food residues uncontrollably. Before the filth splashed on her body, the little nun had already retreated, then she moved forward again, jumping up and kicking Mason sideways out of the window, where he lay motionless in the green plants outside.

Now, the only people left in the corridor were Woods, who was lying on the ground with difficulty moving, and Adler, who was barely able to stand up.

The corridor lights emitted a weak, dim light, covering everyone, causing the cast shadows to connect with each other, turning into a swamp-like darkness, pulling the luck and hearts of the sinners into it.

Mary walked towards Adler. Her anger had gradually subsided into her chest, but her words remained as cold as ever:

"The wicked shall be taken by his own sins; his own sins shall entangle him like cords."

"My crime is unforgivable," Adler sneered. "Everything I did was for my country. If you want to send me to hell, then go ahead. I will be waiting for every enemy of my country in hell!"

"Because he has not been disciplined, he will die; and because of the greatness of his folly he will go astray."

Mary stopped and looked up at Adler. The coldness in her words gradually turned into pity. Adler gritted his teeth, his chest filled with anger of being offended - he didn't need pity, especially from his enemies!

"I won't kill anyone, at least not now," Mary began. "You should be glad they're not here."

"Who else--"

Before Adler could finish his words, his jaw was shattered by a rising dragon punch. He coughed a few times and spat out a few teeth. He suddenly stood up and squeezed out disdainful words from his broken mouth:

"You inhuman creatures... you are also guilty..."