my supplier is god

Chapter 268 - Demon Hunter Li Sanguang

Chapter 1-Demon Hunter Li Sanguang

"In 1998...that was a day I will never forget; the day a nightmare I never want to recall swept through this small city in the American West, and all its citizens became walking dead, parading through the streets , talking about my desire for flesh and blood... At that time, I was just a rookie who had just taken office, so I walked through this hell on earth. Finally, the truth of the mystery surfaced, and the culprit of all this was the internationally renowned The drug company - Umbrella Corporation. After all this was exposed, the government ordered the destruction of Raccoon City with a nuclear bomb, and at the same time froze Umbrella's stock, and finally, Umbrella collapsed."

A dilapidated small police car with "POLICIA" written on it was driving on the rough dirt road. There were two small police officers speaking Spanish and English in the front seat of the car, while in the back seat of the car was a man with a full head. The white-haired young man sat leaning against him in a shabby pose, muttering to himself.

Finally, the chubby guy in the passenger seat turned around and asked in his Spanish-speaking English: "What are you talking about, old cowboy, by yourself?"

The white-haired man with typical Anglo-Saxon appearance looked up at him, then lowered his head again: "Remember the past."

"Cut." The fat guy turned his head with a puckered face, and muttered, "You fried chicken guys just talk too much."

"Hey, fried chicken isn't the symbol of America!" the white-haired man said angrily, "You might as well call me a cowboy."

"Again, what the hell are you doing here?" The skinny guy in the driver's seat stared ahead and asked the white-haired man behind, "A suspicious person like you, why do we The boss arranged for us to assist you in your operation and told us not to ask more questions? Are you an agent of the Pentagon? Are you here to recover the spacecraft of aliens?"

"Look for someone." The white-haired man fell silent after finishing speaking.

At this time, the fat man's expression became a little unnatural, his legs were clamped tightly, and he reached out and patted the thin man next to him: "Stop the car, I have to pee."

"Crackling——" the dilapidated police car stopped by the side of the road, and the fat man ran down quickly, stood on the side of the road, unzipped his trouser chain, and began to spray water "squeaky", and the fog filled the air for a while.

The skinny guy in the car took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with fast hands, took one out and put it in his mouth, and then stretched the pack behind him: "Would you like one?"

The white-haired man thought for a while, nodded, and took a cigarette from it: "Thanks."

"(click) (suck) Speaking of which, shouldn't an old cowboy like you who looks awesome be a cigar smoker?" The thin guy asked with a smile, "no offense, just My impression is that Yankees smoke cigars."

"You watch too many movies." The white-haired man said, "I didn't smoke before... I blame that guy..."

"Who?"

"It's nothing."

At this moment, the fat guy lifted his trousers and ran to the car again: "Damn, it's so cold outside! It's so cold that I shrink my eggs... let's go."

The dilapidated police car drove again into the thick fog ahead.

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The police car drove over a suspension bridge, and then stopped on the side of the road. Some hazy buildings could be vaguely seen ahead.

"Okay, that's it, hurry up yourself." The skinny guy said with a playful smile, "I don't want to mess with you, and I don't want to be fined for parking illegally..."

"Yeah, what the hell is issuing a ticket." The white-haired man got out of the car with a displeased face, closed the door with a "bang", and complained, "Who are these people..."

After getting out of the car, he took out the walkie-talkie, tuned the channel, and a young woman's voice came from inside: "Leon, can you hear me?"

"I heard it very clearly."

"That's good. I'm Ingrid Hannigan, and I'm your intelligence agent. Remember, this mission is very important. In order to rescue the target, you must do whatever it takes."

"Understood! Hmm...? Wait a minute, what's your name?"

"Haney~"

"Hey, good."

So Hannigan unilaterally cut off the communication from there.

That's right, this white-haired young man who is definitely a mild killer in China is Leon Scott Kennedy who escaped from Raccoon City six years ago. A certain mentally retarded person got the blood of a demon hunter, and slowly became like this in six years.

He always felt as if he had become a lot like some old Italian hooligan in a red trench coat... Maybe that was an illusion.

In the past few years, he has always had the same dream. In the dream, he was wearing a red windbreaker, using a pair of black and white double guns, and carrying a huge sword with a skull carved on the grid. Along the way, he encountered many monsters that looked like demons, but they were all vulnerable to him like watermelons and potatoes.

It's really addictive to be a superhero.

But every time he woke up from the dream, he was still the secret agent, a survivor of the tragedy in Raccoon City, not a demon hunter at all.

For this reason, he almost got schizophrenia, and he always felt as if he still had a personality that he called "Dante".

Without mentioning these, let’s talk about this task.

A few days ago, he received an order from above—a person who is very important to the United States was kidnapped by unknown persons. After the investigation by the intelligence team, he locked the last appearance of the VIP in this remote village in Spain, so now Lyon, already the number one trump card of the government, received this task and went to this ghost place to rescue the VIP.

After teasing Hannigan and being hung up on the communication, Leon smiled, took out two pistols, one black and one white, loaded them with both hands at the same time, put the pistol back on his waist, and looked at an old building not far away. The house, head over there.

This house... Looking closer, it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. It is full of dust, cobwebs and so on. I don't know why this kind of dilapidated house has not collapsed after so many years.

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At this time, he heard the sound of moving things in the house, as well as the "cracking" sound of firewood.

It seems that there are still people living in such dilapidated houses. This village is really a poor mountain village. What is the Spanish government doing... He slandered, then went to gently open the door and walked into the room.

After entering the house, he saw a raging fire burning in the fireplace beside it, and a pot was placed on it, and a strong aroma wafted from the pot... Potato beef stew!Definitely goulash!And it has Chinese spices in it!

Beside the pot was an old man with a white beard, wearing a worn-out shirt and suspenders, stirring in the pot with a spoon in his hand, muttering:
"(Singing) There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village~~"

Lyon felt that the painting style of this mission seemed a bit abnormal-although he couldn't explain why, he just felt that there was something wrong with this mission.

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)