Chapter 39 Friends

The next days can be described as dark.

After all, Pan Hongsheng is not a chemistry major, and he is like a mountain. Although he temporarily found a few assistants and the black scorpion who was familiar with chemical poisons, he was still embarrassed.

When they were in the final research stage of the ultimate radiation-proof clothing, the skeleton and Orion had become a situation similar to water and fire.

A few days ago, the Skull Club had actually noticed their action of developing radiation-proof clothing, so it took people to obstruct it; but their behavior was not very firm, because on the other hand, they were still fighting with Orion.

Ollie safely took care of Pan Hongsheng's actions. At this time, he was besieged by the four generals of the Skull Club, McGee, Christina, Tulem and Van Gogh, and most of his men had been killed and injured.

"Shit! Ha ha, it seems that they are bound to win this time!" You. Seeing that the outer defense had almost been broken, Orion shouted to the last few people, "Remember, if you can resist today, I will completely get rid of the curse for you!"

Although he is outnumbered on the surface, he is not panicked at all.

This secret base was surrounded by skeletons, but it could not be attacked immediately.

Orion's puppet assassins died one after another, but no one dared to retreat.

They would rather die than be tortured by the master.

"These guys are too difficult to deal with." Christina, the leader of the team, broke a person's neck. Her wrist strength was more than 40 times that of ordinary people. Killing was like playing with a pile of wood for her.

Both Tulem and Van Gogh in front of them used internal energy to attack the remaining remnants. The efficiency is very fast, but they still can't destroy the enemy's will immediately.

"Make way!" Christina was furious and rushed to the last group of puppet assassins!

Van Gogh and Tulem knew how terrible her power was and immediately dodged!

"Boom!"

The wall was smashed open, and the bodies of countless people were scattered around...

"You're finally here. I'm impatient to wait." Orian tidyed up her hair: "I thought you would move faster, but you let me down."

"Do not pretend to be with me. Today is your death!" Christina's strong arms look exaggerated and don't look like a woman.

She is the only woman in the team, but she is the leader.

"Be careful, this guy is best at setting traps!" Tulem behind him whispered, "Don't talk to him!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Kill him!" How can Christina listen to it? I rushed up as soon as I put myself on it!

As one of the oldest captains in the skeleton club, he has always liked to solve problems in a simple and clear way.

Just as Christina was about to crush the weak Olian, she suddenly felt that her face was covered with a veil.

"What is it?" She impatiently removed the spider web on her face, but her hands suddenly became bloody...

"Be careful!" Tulem and several other generals were about to come forward to the rescue, but they suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Slow down, you will die if you go!" He is hopeless!"

Everyone looked at Van Gogh behind him in surprise. This person usually doesn't like to talk and has a deep personality; at this critical moment, he made the right judgment.

In just a few seconds, Christina, who rushed up first, was ulcerated all over, and the muscles on her body leaked out. The miserable situation made people couldn't bear to look directly at it!

"Help me..." The female warrior who was still majestic just now is already in the shape of a rotten skeleton! Christina lay on the ground and moaned in despair, crawled towards her teammates, and slowly stretched out a hand...

"Wu!" A huge axe cut on her head, and the red blood and white plasma immediately gushed out...

Christina's limbs twitched like slaughtered cattle and sheep, and she trembled a few times before moving.

"It's better for me to help him end the pain." A strong man held an axe in his hands, and his beard was actually red. I don't know whether it was born red or stained with blood.

"Bastard! It's such a despicable means..." Tulem and others were so popular but helpless. As soon as the main character of the other party came into contact, the captain was damaged, and the situation has taken a sharp turn!

"Barack, you're finally here." Orian smiled gently: "It's just a bunch of miscellaneous hairs. Who knows that these idiots can't resist it, so I have to trouble you to go out in person."

Barak is different from these puppets controlled by curses. He is a threapist hired by Orian, which can be said to be his first-class master.

Just now, it was still a situation that was almost stable to win, and the situation had been reversed in a blink of an eye. Although the three of them still had dozens of pawns, they had been pushed over by the strong Barak.

Barak approached them with a sneer: "It's ridiculous... You dare to challenge with your strength... Let me turn out that you may be a favor, which is better than the guy's way to die just now? At most, I will treat your heads as a trophy.

Barak is a famous demon. He is different from those killers in the ordinary sense. It is impossible for ordinary people to know its existence.

As the world's most famous murderer, he is completely different from a killer in the ordinary sense of Black Scorpion.

Only ordinary killers can compare the rankings.

And these demons who regard killing as a general natural need for breathing do not appear in the eyes of ordinary people at all.

Barack's bald head flashed under the light, and the ferocious smile on his face seemed to be part of his weapon...

Tulem felt a little angry: Can't the three of us beat him? Is he really as powerful as the legend?

But the teammates have written the answer on their faces. Among the remaining three, Van Gogh's skills are the highest, but he retreated the fastest, and he kept hinted at their retreat with his eyes.

"Drink!" Unexpectedly, McGee did not retreat but advanced, and unexpectedly flashed on the attack!

His fist was very fast and with internal force. When he made a lightning fist, he actually rubbed the air and got electricity!

"Oh?" Barak seemed to be shocked by the electric flower and flashed back slightly...

Everyone was stunned - McGee's lightning fist was actually held in the palm of his hand with one hand!

"This level of fist can't hurt people..." Barak smiled and suddenly exerted his strength!

"Kka!"

Ah-

A scream made everyone's hair stand on end! Even Orian, who was watching the battle behind, was shocked!

Barack actually crushed the other party's fist in an instant, and then smashed McGee's chin with one hand!

As a good player of the Oceanian branch of the Skull Club, McGee completely lost his combat ability in less than two punches!

" Stop it!" Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting, which made the dust in the room messy!

A red-haired man with a moderate figure and a gentleman appeared in front of them.

"It seems that the other party's master has finally appeared. If you don't show up, your little white faces are about to die..." Orion smiled and picked up the coffee on the table, looking leisurely.

The remaining puppet assassins under his men gathered together and pressed behind Barak...

"Van Gogh, where's Christina?" The red-haired man looked around and didn't recognize who the bloody body on the ground was.

"She...she was killed by the other party!" Van Gogh and Tulem were surprised to see the red-haired man coming: "Minister, they..."

"I know everything." The red-haired man's face is wide, but his eyes are very small.

His opponent's death did not seem to react very violently, but slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "That's great. I was just a few minutes late, and the two of them died... No wonder Barack came..."

"Vice President of the Oceania Branch, Andy! I haven't seen my old friend for a long time. Barak sneered: "The last time we met, it was ten years ago. For so many years, you are still so high-willed... And you have become the intercontinental leader of the Skull Society. It's really very progressive..."

"What about you? Old man? Are you still working part-time for others? Why don't you do your job when you are old? Andy smiled and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand: "I think we should still be friends sometime!" At that time, we were all mercenaries; for that little bit of money, we could sell our combat effectiveness cheaply, and we could make a living like this when we were young; but we are all old, and it's time to plan for ourselves..."

The two of them actually know each other! This incident surprised his employer, Orian, a little, but the teacup in his hand was still not put down, and he still looked calm.

"It's all in the past. Now you and I say these words for our respective masters, which will only delay the smoothness of our engagement. Do you want me to show mercy?" Barak's muscles began to harden, and his voice began to tremble, which was obviously a sign before exertion...

Andy immediately felt a shock! As the president of the Oceanian Skull Society, he has the strength that you can't distinguish.

Both of them are very familiar with each other and know that each other's strength is extraordinary. So the initial battles were tentative, and they didn't use all their strength.

But Andy seems to take advantage of it, because after all, there are Van Gogh and Tulem standing behind him. Although their strength is not good, they can pose a certain threat to Barakka. On Barak's side, those puppet assassins who have no fighting spirit have no fighting ability.

Orian also couldn't sit still, his eyes flashed and he was watching the war, and one hand had quietly reached out to his pocket...

"Be careful!" Tulem found the other party's small movements and suddenly bumped Andy away! But I was shrouded in a cloud of green smoke and disappeared in an instant!

Andy came to his senses and shouted angrily, "Bastard! Despicable villain!"

"Ha ha, I've never been a gentleman. Don't you know this?" Orian smiled proudly, "Besides, I seem to have lost money."

Andy raised his head doubtfully, and saw that Barak, who had just been tit-for-tat with him, frowned at this time, and his face was covered with bean-sized sweat...

One of his arms has turned black!

"You guys are so uncertain... It seems that I have to raise the price." Barack pretended to be calm, but his face turned pale!

"Bastard!" Andy's face changed when he saw that Barak was cursed.

He knew what his fate was after being cursed. The previous healthy and powerful Barak disappeared and was replaced by a walking corpse that could be killed at any time!

Barack didn't say anything. As a mercenary killer, he knew his own feat.

But Andy felt very uncomfortable. He began to be glad that he had taken the right path.

It is said that he did not abandon this road in those years; he is still doing this kind of living without friends and no rules. Maybe there is no difference between Barak now.

Orion accidentally injured his own people, but he still didn't care: "It's really touching! You are the opposites first, but you appreciate each other. This kind of relationship is really subtle.

"Twlem! Tulem!" Later, Van Gogh was anxious and was about to rush to kill Barak, but he was stopped by Andy: "Today's situation is not good for us. Hurry up and retreat!"

"What? But..." Van Gogh was a smart man. Although he was sad and indignant, he immediately retreated silently after seeing Andy's eyes.

"Next time I will definitely take your head. Do you hear Orion!" Andy's clamor before he left was so weak that everyone could see his concern for Barak.

Orian smiled and saw that Andy and others all retreated. He gently shook his head and walked to the soon-to-coming Barak: "Do you know why he left? My old buddy Barack?"

"Wow..." Although Barak has a lot to say, the power of powerful radiation instantly made him weak, and the fire of life began to go out little by little...

But Orion did not mean to be anxious at all. It seemed that the life and death of the right-hand man in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He seemed to be looking at a handicraft, but the puppet assassins behind him smiled gloating one by one.

This is the psychology of a dead person. When they see a healthy person become like themselves, they are sincerely happy.