69novels Chapter 131 The Battlefield
Chapter 131 The Battlefield
Chapter 131 Return to the Battlefield
Late night, Hell's Kitchen.
The war has begun.
Explosions and flares.
The flames of war between the Russians and the Irish were finally completely ignited.
The red demon stood on the roof, and in his sensitive radar senses, he could feel that the whole of Hell's Kitchen was involved in this war.
"I've never actually saved anyone, all I've done is delay the events of bad things happening."
He still clearly remembered the words of the desperate old man.
This is Hell's Kitchen.
He jumped off the roof.
There is no time for him to hesitate, he still has a lot to do.
……
The residents of Hell's Kitchen are living in extreme fear tonight. No one knows when a grenade may be thrown crookedly, or a stray bullet may fly into their room.
"Boom!" A grenade exploded.
The night shift clerk, who had already locked the store door, hid behind the counter and shivered in fear.
"Go, catch the family of the Irishman." The Russian shout sounded, and they rushed towards a building.
The moment they opened the door and walked into the corridor.
A red demon descends from above.
The gunfire rang out and then went out.
Daredevil then slowly pushed open the door and walked out of the hallway, leaving the thug lying unconscious on the ground.
He has to rush to the next battlefield.
……
"This is a new purchase." In one of the Russian strongholds, a strong man with demon tattoos on his arms moved a lot of boxes from the trunk of the car.
Take it into the room and open it.
Inside are all kinds of individual combat equipment.
"Not bad." The leader said after checking, "With these, we are going to give the group of Irish people a big surprise."
He rubbed his wrist and added, "And that, Daredevil."
"Snapped!"
The moment he finished speaking, the lighting in the stronghold was cut off.
"It's that guy! Everyone, don't panic, grab your weapons and teach that night monster a lesson." The gang leader ordered.
"Bang!" The first gunshot sounded outside the door.
It could be vaguely seen that there was a figure shaking in the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of intense gunfire rang out.
"Attention! Everyone outflank the past!" The thugs outside the door shouted.
It seems that there is only one enemy.Listening to the sound outside, the leaders in the room looked at each other and nodded. They had guessed that the red demon might come to disrupt the situation. In order to ensure the safety of this batch of equipment, they prepared a large number of guards.
Even if the devil from Hell's Kitchen rushed in rashly, he might not be able to escape unscathed.
Sure enough, it seemed to confirm their conjecture. After a while, the intense gunfire stopped.
"Papa." There was a knock on the door.
Everyone in the room glanced at each other, still getting ready, and took up their weapons one after another. Although they thought they were fully prepared, no one knew how strong that demon was. What if he really eliminated all the people outside? ?
They nodded.Then the thugs standing at the door opened it carefully.
It's hard to see clearly in the dark, but it seems that standing outside the door is one of them.
Just when the people in the room breathed a sigh of relief, another hand holding the gun stretched out from the man's armpit.
Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out again.
After a while, the gunfire stopped again.
The man with a white skull painted on his chest casually threw the battered body aside like trash, and the arrogant darkness in the room just now made the leaders lie on the ground with their eyes blank. There is a black hole on everyone's forehead.
The man who broke in glanced at the weapons on the table, and he began to count them slowly.
Pick out the right ones, put some directly into the tactical coat, put the rest in a box, pack them up, and then turn around and leave.
When walking to the door.
He stopped, took out a grenade he had just seized from his tactical overcoat, and lightly threw it into the room.
"boom!"
The man has stepped into the dark night again.
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"The Russians want to negotiate?" The boss of the Irish looked at the news sent by the Russians suspiciously. The war had just begun, and everyone was still in the stage of being evenly matched. Those barbaric Slavic barbarians actually wanted to negotiate directly?
"Could it be a trap?" One person asked.
"Get ready." The boss of the Irishman nodded in agreement with his subordinates, "However, we must not back down."
"Since he wants to talk, I will give him a chance to talk."
"Take the elite, go to that warehouse, check our location, and confirm the evacuation route."
"Of course, if I can..."
"You can also prepare to end this war early."
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"The Irish really paid a lot of money." At the scene of the explosion, the police are investigating.
"So many people." Another police detective looked at the corpse dragged away by the forensic doctor, "They seem to have used a lot of people, otherwise it would be impossible to take down such a heavily guarded stronghold so easily. How much do you think the Irish have done? People? But how do you think the Irish got here?"
"God knows, maybe those brainless new Russians are just a bunch of muscular idiots who don't know how to hide what they do." The detective rolled his eyes. "How many Irishmen are here? Twenty? Thirty? If you ask me, these scumbags might as well kill themselves quickly, and save us a lot of work."
"Who says it's not." The second detective glanced at the scene inside, a breeze passed by, with some strange smells, which made him feel a little nauseous even after working in Hell's Kitchen for a long time, "Hurry up Let's go back when we're done."
"I need to hurry up. It's not peaceful now. Hurry up and finish the process."
Soon, the police dealt with the scene in a perfunctory manner, just put on the seal and left in a hurry.
Shortly after.
Daredevil broke through the cordon and entered the scene.
The pungent smell of blood and the smell of corpses beginning to decompose made him feel very uncomfortable.
Relying on his extraordinary senses, Daredevil quickly began investigating the scene.
As an excellent detective, he can quickly restore most of the state of the scene by relying on his senses.
Everyone in the room seemed to be shooting in one direction when it happened.
"Alone?" His brows frowned under the mask.
Walking out of the room, the battle outside confirmed his guess even more.
The enemy that these Russians are fighting against is not the [-] or [-] thugs as the police said. Their enemy has only one from beginning to end.
"The war has begun," he said to himself, "so the soldiers are back too..."
(End of this chapter)