"Stop him!"

Garrett shouted loudly, and the three death warriors rushed forward. The death warriors' bodies were semi-mechanized and their brain nerves were directly linked to a unified control terminal, which made them unable to disobey any instructions issued by Garrett.

The Death Warriors showed their respective arms and surrounded Michael with exaggerated movements. Their muzzles spit out long tongues of flames, and the plasma cutting beams wielded like sword blades, leaving traces of light in the air.

Garrett has always been quite complacent about the combat power of his death warriors, but today is an unprecedented first time. He instinctively felt that it was impossible to defeat the enemy in front of him by relying on these three semi-mechanical soldiers. He only hopes that the death warrior can last long enough so that he has a chance to escape.

Michael's built-in monitor intelligently used a red circle to identify Garrett and Ward who were turning around and leaving. Shirley spoke and reminded: "Sir, they seem to be planning to escape from the scene."

"It's okay," Michael said, waved casually to dismantle a death warrior's fierce boxing, "They can't leave."

Michael's body swirled, his right foot suddenly rose, and a heart-wrenching foot kicked straight at the death warrior rushing behind him. The man rushed too fast and couldn't dodge for a moment, so he had to raise his arm and put it in front of him dull. The steel boots slammed on his arms with tons of impact, like a rushing torrent that made him fly backwards, and he fell to the ground after a few somersaults.

The death warrior holding a plasma cutting beam followed closely, and the trajectories drawn by high heat energy intertwined into a knife net, refracting light at high temperatures, looking like distorting space.

It's funny to say that Michael is not unfamiliar with the light blade in his hand. It happened that the plasma cutting bundle was one of the equipment he developed when he stayed in Hydra. It was something he didn't want to play with three years ago.

Michael dodged and avoided two swords, and silently recited a spell. The computer built in the suit quickly called out the magic array information stored in the local database. He flipped his right palm, and the surging magic power quickly gathered into the palm of his palm. Within a few seconds of zero, a circular magic array was condensed. Then the patterns changed and turned into a magic sword blade filled with sparks.

Michael shook his right hand, waved his sword blade, and the golden light cut from bottom to top along an arc.

Just one sword, but it seemed like an unstoppable sword. The magical magic blade penetrated the plasma sword net, and the death warrior happened to slash it down. Michael's sword edge was incredibly waiting on the trajectory of his blade slashing, and it looked like the death warrior sent his arm to the scorching sword edge.

The magic power was activated, and the golden sparks splashed with blood, and the death warrior's arm was cut off by his elbow. Half of his arm was thrown high into the sky under the action of inertia, and the device on the back of his hand was still spitting out a torrent of light.

Get two, and the last one is left.

If it were another enemy, they might have completely lost their fighting spirit at this time. The three mechanically enhanced warriors went side by side, but they were easily knocked down by the other party in almost the opportunity to meet each other. It may not be an exaggeration to say that the combat power is not at the same level at all. Unfortunately, they are death warriors, transformed by Hydra, and can only mechanically execute commands, and they do not even have the power to fear or retreat.

The last Death Warrior was still calmly executing the impossible command left by Garrett. He continued to spit out gunfire and suppress it with his left hand, and a special tactical saber in his right hand. The cold and fierce steel knife also seemed quite powerful under the strengthening arm strength of the Death Warrior.

Unfortunately, that is still useless.

Michael simply raised his hand and cut off his saber with a sword. The blade broke between a chainsaw-like spark, and the breaking was neat and smooth. The Death Warrior simply threw away the hilt and punched him in the face, but Michael easily opened it with one palm. Michael opened his five fingers and aimed his palm at the other side. The high concentration of energy condensed into the palm of his palm, and the blue pulse beam burst out at nearly zero distance, exploding the last Death Warrior's forehead.

Problem solved.

Michael clapped his hands and looked back at the direction where the two Hydra agents fled.

***

Garrett and Ward rushed back to the car parked not far away. Garrett sat in the driver's seat, ignited the fire, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom without stopping for a moment. The car roared loudly and then shot out electric.

They were rushing on the country road, and the strong wind hit the entire body. The speedometer's pointer soared like crazy, and the driver obviously had no intention of slowing down.

Ward held a spare pistol tightly in his hand and turned his head back at least five times within twenty seconds.

"Have he followed?" Garrett asked loudly.

"I didn't even see a ghost!" Ward said.

However, as if to give him a reply, a dull sound of "boom" suddenly broke out on the base of the speeding car. The transparent shock wave swept across the ground, and the car body flew into the air without control, circling in the air under high-speed inertia, and turned several times on the ground with a "clang" and finally stopped toward the sky.

Their car fell off the road and fell into the ditch, the door was embedded in the car, and the chassis was blown out like a hole in the hole.

John Garrett's vision blurred. For a moment, he thought he was about to finish, but he finally forced himself to recover from his willpower. He bit his tongue, hoping that the pain would help a little.

"Ward? Ward?" He tried to shake Ward in the passenger seat beside him, but unfortunately the latter's eyes were closed and he had no response. Shocking blood covered Ward's cheeks, and his breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared, and it seemed that he was not far from helpless.

"Damn it!"

Garrett cursed in a low voice. He could feel the warm and sticky liquid also touching his forehead, and his head was dizzy and as if he would lose consciousness at any time.

He had no time to pay attention to Ward, hoping that this kid could escape the disaster with enough life. He was already in danger of being able to protect himself. Garrett managed to open the seat belt and then kicked the car window with great effort. He gritted his teeth and crawled out of the broken window, and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh when he fell into the mud.

He leaned against the overturned car and sat in the wet mud. He raised his head, but then he saw the demon again.

The demon hidden in the black steel body was there, watching his struggle coldly from behind the V-shaped mirror with cold blue lights, as if he was looking at a funny clown.

"You." Garrett gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!