The Colonel gritted his teeth, waved, and called over the orderlies.

He commanded the Second Squad and the Third Squad to advance to the hotel simultaneously and execute the attack and search orders.

The Hart Imperial Guards were Yasako's ace mercenaries.

Even compared to the Zhengfu Army's Justice Special Combat Squad and the Rebel Army's taboo unit codenamed "Spike," they were equally formidable.

This special combat brigade was divided into five combat teams, plus affiliated troops, totaling two hundred people.

The Colonel absolutely did not believe that any armed forces in this world could silently erase the Hart Imperial Guards.

However, after the Second Squad and Third Squad entered the hotel, they too vanished like the First Squad, disappearing without a trace.

Ten minutes later, the Colonel's heart felt like it was frying in boiling oil.

Anxiety and doubt made his whole body feel as if it were on fire.

Aka stared at the dark hotel, his eyes filled with fear.

Compared to the Colonel, he knew more about the terrifying nature of those people.

He previously thought that with the Hart Imperial Guards stepping in, they would surely capture that horrifying group of infiltrators.

But now the whole thing was beyond Aka's expectations.

If that group were to win, then what fate would Aka, the undercover agent, face?

Aka simply couldn't bear to continue thinking about it.

The Colonel waited another five minutes.

During these five minutes, he lit cigarette after cigarette, continually smoking.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes…

The dark hotel building remained standing still, calm and indifferent.

And the entrance of the hotel, in the Colonel and Aka's eyes, had become a bottomless black hole.

It seemed no matter how many people rushed in, they would be silently swallowed by the hotel.

Aka was trembling all over, and the Colonel's binoculars never left the hotel.

In the silence, the Colonel hoped to hear a gunshot, a scream, even if it was one of his own men.

Such quietness made everyone deeply fearful.

"Colonel, should we retreat?"

"They are a group of devils. You've never seen them in action, you don't know how terrifying they are!"

Aka looked at the Colonel with fear in his eyes, pleading bitterly.

As an undercover agent, the Colonel had promised him a gold bar and a position as his guard if the mission succeeded.

But now, Aka was completely scared.

He only wanted to flee these devils as far as possible.

The Colonel suddenly slapped Aka hard across the cheek.

"Coward! They only have twenty people, and we have over two hundred. What are you afraid of?"

Just then, a piercing cold laugh reached the Colonel and Aka's ears.

The Colonel was startled.

Only then did he suddenly realize that it had become completely silent around him.

This eerie silence, like the night, had unknowingly enveloped the Colonel.

The Colonel felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but reach for his gun.

He pointed the black gun barrel forward, his voice trembling.

"Who… who is there?"

A tall figure appeared, eyes shimmering coldly, staring at the Colonel.

His eyes reminded the Colonel of wolves lurking in the jungle at night.

The military spike in his hand hung down, dripping blood that formed scattered line traces on the ground.

Aka trembled violently all over, pointing at the figure.

"It's him; he's the one who killed Mosika's guard and crippled Mosika's hands and feet."

Unable to contain the immense fear inside, Aka suddenly turned and ran.

Thud!

A triangular military spike abruptly pierced the darkness.

The spike entered Aka's throat and exited through his nape, blood splattering everywhere.

From the nine o'clock direction, about three hundred meters away, a shadow slowly stood up.

He pushed aside Aka's corpse, looking at the Colonel coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This man's big head and short stature exuded a terrifying aura like that of a Demon God from hell.

Three Swords!

As this person appeared, others seemed to have agreed to show up too, emerging from behind walls, corners, dried ditches, one after another.

Like a black panther, imposing Long Xia; Cui Xiang, with a big belly and a face full of brute muscle.

Fan Yi, looking cold yet handsome; Qiu Yidao, face stern, resembling a sharp blade…

Countless figures, blurry shadows appearing near and far, formed an encirclement around the Colonel!

The Colonel's pistol, insurance unlocked and bullet chambered, couldn't fire no matter how hard he tried.

If these fierce figures were a pack of wolves,

The one standing before the Colonel would be the wolf king.

His powerful presence, capable of controlling anyone's life, made the Colonel dare not move.

Yang Fei!

Yang Fei looked at the Colonel coldly, expressionless.

"No need to call for help, your five squads have all been eliminated by us."

As if to prove Yang Fei's words.

As Yang Fei finished speaking, three bodies were tossed down from the third floor of the hotel with a few bangs.

The throats of these three bodies had large holes, clearly pierced by the triangular military spikes that had killed them instantly.

They had bled out, their faces showing a translucent pallor.

The Colonel took one look and couldn't help but tremble all over.

Those three bodies were the captains of the First, Second, and Third Squads he had dispatched.

Half an hour ago, these three had accepted his orders to assault the hotel with contempt for the enemy.

But now, here lay their corpses.

At the same time, a murderous big man came over, carrying two bodies.

He spat out, throwing the bodies at the Colonel's feet.

The Colonel trembled violently, squatting down to inspect the bodies.

With just one look, he fell to the ground in fright, shivering.

These two bodies were the captains of the Third and Fourth Squads, responsible for guarding the Colonel.

Both had daggers embedded in their hearts and had stopped breathing.

The Colonel's last hope was completely shattered.

At this moment, he felt Mosika's despair and fear.

Facing such a powerful enemy, who wouldn't despair?

Yang Fei looked at him coldly, his eyes full of icy intent.

"Go back and tell Hart Shaman we're only making a short stay in Yasako City, not intending to disturb."

"But if he is unwise enough, don't blame me for wiping out his base."

As he spoke, he suddenly struck.

In a flash of cold light, the Colonel's left hand holding the gun was severed at the wrist, and the gun fell to the ground.

The wrist bone is exceedingly tough.

But his strike severed the Colonel's wrist, a truly staggering display of strength.

Holding his severed hand, the Colonel screamed in agony, his facial muscles contorted in pain.

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