Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

There is a towering canyon on the northeast side of the Coast Fortress. Between the steep stone walls is a wide field of weeds, with vegetation similar to tumbleweeds everywhere.

A dozen gray-green military off-road vehicles stopped at the foot of the cliff. Groups of strong soldiers jumped off the trucks and took turns to carry searchlights.

Where the beams of the searchlights intersect is also the focus of everyone's attention, which is a battlefield.

Admiral Mike, who was smoking a corncob pipe in his mouth, took off his toad sunglasses and pinned them on the patch pocket of his military uniform.

He walked from the darkness to the spotlight, just like the protagonist behind the scenes walking from the backstage to the frontstage, attracting attention.

"German." Admiral Mike said to the hunter in a black suit not far away, "Your opponent, his name is Morton, and he is my subordinate."

A man walked out from behind Admiral Mike. He was as tall as an iron tower, with a crew cut, a neck as thick as his head, and all the big muscles in his body were tense.

Morton grinned at German, revealing his white teeth, which were particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Admiral Mike walked to the side to make room, took a puff of cigarette, and said: "There is no limit to the rules of the battle. If you fall to the ground and fail to get up within 10 seconds, you will be considered defeated."

He stood surrounded by a group of soldiers and raised his chin proudly: "Do you have any questions?"

"Report to the general, no!" Morton responded loudly and decisively, twisting his arms again, making a crackling sound.

German also replied: "No questions."

"Okay." Admiral Mike laughed a few times and said, "You can start anytime."

Morton swung his arms, and his mind energy overflowed like white mist, attached to his strong body, and instantly turned into a knight's armor.

The protrusion on his helmet was like the sharp spikes of a cave trap. He was wearing heavy armor and holding a chain in his right hand. At the end of the chain was an incredibly large iron ball.

Although Morton was dressed like a medieval man, in fact, the strength of this armor was enough to withstand a rocket, or even higher.

Similarly, when his meteor hammer was swung, it was common for it to split mountains and crack rocks.

These made him, as a Nen user, one of Admiral Mike's personal guards.

Most of the soldiers had seen the strength of this guard before - Morton had subdued vicious assassins more than once.

They all showed an expression of watching a good show, and looked at German.

In front of Morton with such a posture, would the man who looked only lean and slender dare to come out to fight?

"Don't kill him." President Netero hid his hands in his sleeves, squinted his eyes, and whispered to Germain, "But don't hold back too much, that won't be impressive enough."

Germain turned his head and asked, "What kind of force should be used?"

"Let him lie on the stretcher, but he can hold on until Qiduo and Sambika give him emergency treatment and save him."

That is the force of pressing an ant with your fingers to break its legs, but not to crush it into meat paste... Germain frowned and pondered.

To be honest, he killed and killed all the way here, rarely leaving enemies alive, and it was really a problem for him to let the other party be seriously injured but not dead.

Seeing that Germain was slow to come out, Morton misunderstood.

Sure enough, there was a problem...

Morton looked at the black suit hunter who was younger than him with suspicion...How could he have such achievements in the report at his age?

This Germain may have some skills, but that's it.

But Netero wanted to lift up this young man. Did he want him to be the next president?

Ha... If I expose his lies, it would be interesting.

Morton laughed a few times, spat on the ground, and then shouted loudly: "German, are you still going to fight? Are you scared?"

Admiral Mike did not say anything, which was tacit approval for him to shout like that.

So, more soldiers joined in the booing, shouting "German, are you still going to fight?" The laughter was continuous.

The shouts and laughter of the soldiers reverberated back and forth between the canyons, and the echoes lingered.

Xiutaina stood behind German with an awkward look. From his position, it would be difficult for him to end up no matter which side he supported.

Biscuit was so angry that he came to Germain in two steps and three steps at a time, and said angrily with his hands on his hips:

"Germain, listen, beat him to death!"

President Netero stroked his beard with great self-restraint and said with a smile: "Little Biscuit, killing people is not good."

"It is obvious that they are not going to leave any room...Okay, okay, at least teach him a lesson and let him know what is polite."

"Oh ho ho..."

Germain looked at the master and apprentice with a puzzled look, and then walked towards Morton.

He suddenly thought of what he should do, so that Morton would not even be seriously injured.

"You are finally here." Morton used a provocative tone, but his whole body was alert and ready to go, "I thought you were going to turn around and leave. Although I can understand that."

Provoking the opponent is one of Morton's tactics, but he will not underestimate Germain, he will go all out.

Since Netero thinks so highly of him, his strength must be strong. Only talented people are worth the trouble to be promoted.

Now, what I have to do is to make him fall from the height to the valley with a bang...

Suddenly, Morton's instinct, which he had developed from struggling in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, made him feel the danger.

And the danger came from the front.

He almost swallowed a mouthful of saliva subconsciously, and instantly pulled the chain, swung the meteor hammer out, and hit German's head.

After throwing it out, he realized that something bad had happened... If German's head was blown up, it might not be a good thing for them.

However, the meteor hammer had been swung out, and he had no time to take it back... If he wanted to blame it, he should blame the sudden outflow from German... This kind of... indescribable...

His attack was completely a stress response.

Bang——

As if the nightmare had become a reality, German casually swung his fist and smashed the meteor hammer!

Morton looked at the flying iron pieces in astonishment, and saw German walking towards him and further releasing his mind energy.

German had a flash of inspiration not long ago, and thought of the Chimera Ant King and the three guards, and he knew what to do.

The mind energy gushed out from him, like a flood that burst its banks, and instantly engulfed Morton in front of him, and then flowed further away, engulfing everyone present.

Malice - the malice of taking your life, was injected into everyone's body without reservation.

President Netero, Bisji, Mo Laowu, Xiaodi and other mind power users almost immediately used mind energy to defend, but they all frowned.

Several mind power user guards were also shocked, and almost subconsciously stood in front of Admiral Mike to resist the impact for him.

And more ordinary soldiers were like being naked in the ice and snow.

They clenched their teeth, trembled for a while, and couldn't say a word, and fell to the ground one after another.

Morton, who was in the center of the storm, was already sweating profusely in his heavy armor, his hands and feet were stiff, and he had difficulty breathing...

This feeling reminded him of the feeling of helplessness and despair when he first learned the ability of mind.

Is the world still so far away?

Morton's legs softened and he knelt down. He watched German materialize a strange weapon that looked like a butcher's.

Death, that is the weapon of death.

Morton gave up struggling and thinking, and let the meat saw cut down, but only his helmet was cut.

The suffocating feeling suddenly disappeared.

Morton came back to his senses after a long while, and found that he had been opening his mouth wide, and saliva was slipping from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a fool.

He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't, because his legs were completely numb.

In fact, there were not many people who could stand firmly at the scene, and the majority of people fell unconscious.

When he looked up, he saw Germain staring down at him, like a god.

The string of reason snapped at this moment, and heat and heat flowed out of his pants, soaking a large area, and then he fell to the ground.

He heard the devil's whisper.

"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1. I won."