Chapter 273 (1/2)

Su Ming stood quietly on the top of a small building. The darkness integrated him with the eaves. He waited for the movement of the city. As long as the three women started, he would immediately attack an anti-aircraft gun position not far away.

He took off his helmet, and the symbiont that covered his face faded, revealing his face and skin.

The air is cool as the breeze blows.

He felt the slightly damp veil of the night, and there was no smell of flowers, only the smell of iron and blood.

The city is very quiet, not even dog barking, but sporadic gunshots are heard from time to time, but it is impossible to confirm who the victims are.

Su Ming doesn't have any expression. The battlefield is like this. He can connive at Holloway's compassion to maintain the unity of the team and maintain a good image in front of the X-Men, but he doesn't need compassion.

He's a fighter, a killer, and compassion for strangers is a luxury.

He can pretend to be an ordinary person, be a boss, a cousin, or a good man...

this is the atmosphere of the world. He is imitating the masked people here, so that he will not be too out of place and be rejected by the world.

But in fact, he has been using these appearances to cover up his plans, and these plans, when others unknowingly, are all carried out according to the idea of the death knell.

His mind has always been very calm. Symbiosis and deicide are not enough to influence his will. Even saving the world is only the first step of a huge plan. He wants to pull the world back to his familiar time line and take what he wants.

There are no stars and no moon in the sky. There are only enemies. Under the sky of this city, he is enemies on all sides.

”Boom

The distant roar of the explosion broke the silence of the night. Almost in a flash, all the searchlights of the airship pointed there, and the flames of the explosion rose in the air among the numerous lamp posts.

”An oil depot, has it started...”

Su Ming buttoned his helmet, and the symbiosis began to spread on his face. He felt like a cold hand touching his face, but he soon became one with himself.

A series of luminous numbers passed through the red eyepiece of the helmet. The self-test was completed and the tactical eyepiece was activated.

Jump directly from the small building, magic floating cloak with him to the enemy, in the dark night, he is silent.

Death knell, action.

In fact, the anti-aircraft gun position only occupied a small garden, surrounded by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving a passage in and out.

On both sides of the passage, two simple wooden single rooms were erected, where the sentry was.

But generally, no one would like to curl up in it. It was originally used to hide from the rain. On such a fine day as today, even the well-trained German army would not require the sentinels to stand by in the kiosks.

At this time, there are two German, together standing on the side of the road, smoking and chatting.

One of them was older, maybe even a veteran of World War I. He was telling young people around him what happened during the day.

In his vivid description, there is a humanoid monster in black and yellow armor who kills them so much that even the five meter high steel soldiers are eaten raw.

The young people were scared to shiver. Even if they went to the battlefield and killed many people, they were cannibalism. It was terrible.

I've only heard that Hydra has the habit of cannibalism. Does the enemy have it?