This is exactly what Wang Ming wants to see.

Holding the arc-moon machete in his hand tightly, Wang Ming suddenly stretched out his left hand and tightly covered the mouth of a soldier who was unprepared in front of him to prevent the soldier from making a scream when he suddenly attacked to attract the attention of other soldiers next to him.

The machete held in his right hand slashed the unlucky soldier's neck with lightning speed.

"Um... Um..." The unknown dragon suit soldier opened his eyes wide and looked at the blue sky in disbelief. At this time, Wang Ming was behind him, so what he could see was the last view in this world, only the pure and blue sky.

If this is a novel, maybe there will be a lot of thoughts before the soldier dies, such as recalling his past, repenting his past mistakes, sublimating his mind, or something, and maybe even having time travel... But unfortunately, this is not a novel, nor is he the protagonist, he is just a supporting role struggling in this world.

"Fix one." Put down the corpse in his hand that was no longer moving, and Wang Ming's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

I had already experienced this kind of killing scene in my previous life, and if I wanted to vomit, I would have vomited a long time ago.

Swing away the blood from the machete...wait, blood?!

"Oh no." Wang Ming's heart sank.

Misleaded by the game, damn it.

Before Wang Ming came to the Predator Base, the fourth generation of the Assassin's Creed series had already released, Black Flag. When Wang Ming played the third generation protagonist Connor, his favorite weapon was the Assassin's axe... Cutting the throat with an axe, which was his favorite thing when he played the third generation of "Tyrant Washington".

But now I think about it... it's okay to use the sleeve sword to assassinate, but the amount of bleeding is not large after all, but using the method of slitting the throat...

At this time, a soldier in front sniffed his nose and seemed to smell something.

The smell of blood... This damn reality taught us another lesson.

"Please, I might as well break my neck if I had known it..." Of course, that's what I said, but with Wang Ming's current physical fitness, it is basically impossible to break his neck and make the other party unable to make a sound.

Since they are all about to be discovered, Wang Ming doesn't need to be careful to avoid anything.

He raised the machete in his hand and before the soldier who smelled blood in front could react, Wang Ming split his neck in half.

"Uh...Kake..." The blood-filled throat made a vague sound, and the sprayed blood finally woke the soldiers next to him.

"Enemy, enemy attack!" With a terrified shout, the four remaining people in the open space finally realized what was going on.

But it is obvious that their reaction speed is not as fast as Wang Ming's machete to harvest life.

He held the machete in his right hand and thrust forward. The guy who looked terrified and screamed at the enemy was seen stabbing him in the face.

"Uh...hehe..." Looking at his pierced belly in disbelief, the soldier fell to the ground in pain, "Save, help...who will save me?"

With one kick, Wang Ming pulled away the soldier's hand that wanted to ask for help, and he slashed him on his neck with a cold expression.

"It's impossible to save you, but it can help you get rid of it sooner."

Wang Ming sneered, looking at the soldier's gradually losing vitality, but there was no trace of pity in his heart.

When did it become like this? Maybe... I am used to killing.

Putting aside the useless feeling in his heart, Wang Ming held the machete and looked up at the last four soldiers standing there with a look of shock and anger.

The two soldiers who were fighting each other, B hurriedly picked up the standard long sword from the side and looked at him with a cautious look on his face.

"Isn't even wearing armor anymore... Although it's useless to say it's used." How can the weapons of the 21st century, even if they are just a machete, be able to defend the so-called armor of this era?

"Then, next..." Looking at the four soldiers on the side with a look of alert, Wang Ming curled his lips disdainfully. The four men with better physical fitness than him did not dare to come up and fight him to the death? It was a useless army.

Under the noses of these soldiers, Wang Ming slowly walked to the entrance of the open space, which was the alley when he came.

This move completely cut off the soldiers' desire to escape. After all, there is only a road leading out of Wang Ming behind this place.

Of course... it is not ruled out that they may suddenly be possessed by the Assassin's Soul and use superb skills to climb out of the wall - if they dare to leave their backs to Wang Ming.

With a hooked finger at them, Wang Ming threw the machete in his hand aside with disdain.

This was like a signal. The four soldiers who were originally trembling nodded to each other and raised the sword in their hands and rushed towards Wang Ming.

"I actually threw away my weapon, idiot!"

"Go to die!"

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"Hmph~" sneered, Wang Ming's spirit was highly concentrated, and his soul attributes, which were much higher than ordinary people, fully reflect its important role.

"In my eyes..." Wang Ming's body shook one after another, easily avoiding the attacks of the four people by a slight difference, supporting the ground with his left foot, gathering his strength with his right foot, and throwing out a strong whip leg, kicking the soldier B who was not wearing armor two meters away.

His shoulders were slightly shorter and he avoided the sword stabbed by a soldier behind him. Wang Ming stretched out his left hand back, as if he had eyes behind him, accurately holding the other party's right hand holding the sword.

Use your right hand to accurately hit the opponent's divine gate.

When the Divine Sect came out and was attacked, the soldier's hand holding the sword suddenly became unstable. The long sword fell out of his palm and was caught by Wang Ming, who had been prepared for a long time, and then turned around and slashed it easily, slashing the other party's throat.

"Da...da." The remaining two soldiers involuntarily took a few steps back, looking at Wang Ming, who had killed two lives in horror in front of him.

"In my eyes..." Wang Ming gently stabbed the long sword in his hand into the chest of soldier Yi who was still struggling on the ground and trying to get up. "You are full of flaws."

Does anyone know that Wang Ming is better at fighting with empty hands than machetes?

"Do you think I'd lose the combat power if I throw away my weapons?" He habitually pushed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. Although he was not wearing glasses now, "It's ridiculous."

"..." The two soldiers remained silent, not sure whether they were scared or were planning something in their hearts.

However, this is not important to Wang Ming. If it weren't for the slight strain when he threw out his whip leg just now, Wang Ming wouldn't bother to talk nonsense with the two supporting roles.

Physical fitness...it's really weak.

Wang Ming, who had recovered, no longer waited for the remaining two soldiers to attack, but took the initiative to attack.

There are only two minions left, killing them is easier than eating and drinking water.

Holding the fist that was attacking by the soldier's armor, Wang Ming's other hand elbow quickly hit the opponent's chest without armor. Without waiting for him to catch it in one breath, he grabbed his head with both hands and left with force.

"Ka_k_" The crisp sound was a moan of a hell demon for the last soldier.

"Ah...ahhhhh..." He could no longer bear the terrifying atmosphere of waiting for death. In the end, the soldier threw down his sword and ran into the alley quickly, trying to escape from this place.

"I really have poor psychological quality." After curling my lips, Wang Ming picked up the opponent on the ground and threw the standard sword and threw it out.

"Puff..."

The long sword accurately pierced the soldier's chest.

Walking to the soldier, Wang Ming slowly shook his head as he watched him die with his eyes closed.

"A last word is to teach you - never turn your back on your enemies."

Wang Ming kicked the other party's body and confirmed that he was completely dead: "Well, it seems you haven't heard our last advice."

The battle ends.

Wang Ming turned around and looked at the corpses on the ground behind him, then turned around and looked at the houses around him.

No one should see it again...

I sorted out my clothes and was lucky that I was not stained by blood.

He picked up the machete on one side and put it on his waist, then cleaned the battlefield a little, and got 7 gold coins and several silver coins... These guys are really rich, probably all of them are people's fat and ointment.

Realizing that he had nothing left behind, Wang Ming finally walked out of the alley with a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

On the roof of a house behind him, Aisio slowly walked out from behind a chimney, turned around without saying a word and walked towards the brothel.
Chapter completed!