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"Hello~ Is there anyone there? Moses Moses, Kuzukiji?"

** was walking unsteadily in the metal passage, the lights were on, and the fireball in his hand had dissipated.

A person has been walking here for several minutes without seeing a ghost.

Isn’t it said that the Predator likes fighting the most? Why don't you come out?

I don’t know what happened to Little Tintin and Lao Fan. They are two veteran demon hunters who can even deal with devils, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

"Hoo~ho~ho~" The two-meter-tall werewolf stood in a pool of blood, with scars all over his body healing rapidly.

The corpse of a strange beast covered in spikes lay at his feet. It was the Predator's pet hound.

But Van Helsing didn't care about this. During the battle, he suddenly rushed out to cause trouble and simply broke up.

Seeing the death of his pet, the blood-stained Predator's breath became heavier and he slowly pulled out the metal round stick.

Twist gently to pop out the spikes, turning into steel spears.

Van Helsing was on guard, placing his wolf claws on the nanopants in the triangle area, and the silver light flowed on his arms to form a single-arm buckler.

"Roar~"

"kill!"

With deafening howls, the two monsters started fighting again.

On the other side, Constantine was wailing and rolling while holding his broken arm, his flesh and blood growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jackie Chan raised his pulse gun with sharp eyes and was on guard, changing his previous playful nature.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, the blood that Constantine had previously spilled on the ground suddenly flattened, and Jackie Chan instinctively raised his hand to pull the trigger.

boom!

The air shook violently, revealing a translucent Predator with his arms crossed and an energy shield blocking the attack.

The muscles in his whole body suddenly tightened from relaxed to tense. Jackie Chan flew up and kicked the shield. The Predator leaned back and his invisibility was completely released.

Jackie Chan landed on one leg, twisted his waist and raised his hips, using his right leg as the fulcrum to stretch the muscles of his left leg and whip his leg across the air to roar!

"Hit with a gun!" Constantine shouted angrily.

clang!

The whip leg hit the Predator's helmeted head. Jackie Chan's eyes widened. He turned over and landed on one foot. He rubbed his calf with both hands very quickly and screamed in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"You idiot!"

The attack paused, and the Predator swayed and disappeared into the air again.

Feeling that the feeling in his arm was gradually returning, Constantine quickly stepped forward and grabbed the pulse gun from Jackie Chan's hand with his left hand intact.

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive shots were fired at the place where the Predator disappeared just now. Without hitting anything, the Predator disappeared again.

The strong wind blew across my face, and my heart was suddenly startled. I quickly retracted my left hand, a cold light flashed, and the pulse gun fell to the ground and broke into two parts. The cut was smooth and shiny.

The air shook and outlined the figure of the Predator. The sharp knife was raised again. The huge windbreaker suddenly covered his head to block his sight. He took half a step back after being hit in the chest.

Constantine took off his windbreaker and kicked Ironblood in the chest. He wanted to kick it down, but was knocked over by the reaction force!

One end collided with Jackie Chan who was still hugging his legs and screaming in pain.

"Damn it!"

Jackie Chan stood up, put him on his shoulders and slapped him: "Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!"

The plasma cannon was chasing them and firing continuously, and Jackie Chan could only keep changing his position to dodge the attacks. 35xs

Bang bang bang!

The Constantine endured the violent jolts and tried to hold on tighter, but found that his right hand, which had regained consciousness, was too short.

At a glance, it was white and smooth, still pink and tender under the light.

"grass!"

This is basically the arm of a newborn baby!

The slap is not as big as the fingers of my left hand, how can I fight!

Boom!

The entire passage began to shake violently, and Jackie Chan, who was running at high speed, screamed and screamed. As soon as Constantine felt something bad, he fell to the ground with him and hit the metal wall with his head.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound on the top of his head, his eyes were rounded, his legs kicked off and he fell unconscious.

Jackie Chan, who fell to the ground, quickly got up. The Predator took out his long knife and strode after him. He was so frightened that he quickly picked up Constantine. He used too much force and Zha Kang, who was on his shoulders, slid down his back.

Snapped!

His head fell straight down and hit the ground. The Predator was already close, and he grabbed Zha Kang's ankle and ran out.

After crossing the corner, Zha Kang's head, which was dragging on the ground, came into close contact with the wall again, and his unconscious body trembled.

Boom!

The entire passage trembled again, and the chasing Predator suddenly stopped. After a moment, he looked up to the sky and shouted, and the shoulder plasma cannon fired rays again.

Bang bang bang!

Jackie Chan was sweating profusely and screamed: "How could this happen, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Boom!

The vibrations in the passage became more and more obvious, and the pursuit of the Predators became more and more sharp. Artillery bombardments, boomerangs, spears, and weapons that coexisted with technology and brutality constantly stimulated Jackie Chan's fragile nerves.

Danger follows closely behind, Jackie Chan drags the unconscious Constantine and runs away with his head in his arms.

He is like a clown on a tightrope, teetering on the edge and likely to fall into the abyss at any time, but he is always able to avoid fatal threats in critical moments.

In fact, up until now, he had not suffered any real damage except for being covered in sweat. On the contrary, Constantine, who was protected by him, was bruised and swollen.

Maybe this is his protagonist aura?

No matter how dangerous it is, Jackie Chan will never hurt the roots?

Constantine already has level two self-healing ability, but continuous injuries still make it extremely difficult for him to recover.

Boom!

The entire metal channel shook again, and the wall in front exploded, sending hot molten metal flying everywhere.

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!"

With no way forward and pursuers behind him, Jackie Chan dragged the bruised Constantine to the wall, took off the pulse gun from his hand and stood up.

Looking at the Predator walking step by step, his eyes were generous and determined: "Come on, you spittoon monster, I will fight with you!"

The Predator approached step by step, and the plasma cannon on its shoulder entered the aiming state, but its eyes looked directly past Jackie Chan to the back.

Snapped!

A shining palm suddenly slapped Jackie Chan on the shoulder. He was so frightened that he turned around and kicked, but was blocked by another shining arm.

With the power of the twelve talismans fully activated, ** slowly lowered her flying legs in front of her face and shouted helplessly: "You're just going to welcome me like this?"

"Mr. Zhang, it's you!"

** nodded and saw Zha Kang who was lying on the ground being tortured into a human shape. He shouted in surprise: "Is this Predator a pervert? He can only beat but not kill?"

Jackie Chan was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Actually, it is"

"Okay, okay, now that I've found you, I won't let you continue to bully our own people." The woman floating in the air waved her big hand, and stepped over the two of them to face the Predator.

"Back off, leave this to me."

Jackie Chan nodded blankly and turned around to check Constantine's injuries.

Fortunately, the normal bruises have basically healed, but the clothes are a little torn, a few ribs are broken, the face is a little swollen, the hair and eyebrows are missing, and the right hand is a little shorter, nothing serious.

Well, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Jackie Chan was a little unsure, but he thought that Zha Kang could heal his broken hand just now, so recovering from this 'minor injury' shouldn't be a problem.

The Predator let out a low roar when he saw the gun approaching, and the naval gun fired a plasma beam. The gun remained motionless, and his chest was blown open from front to back.

The wound healed itself very quickly, and Jackie Chan's face changed with fright, but before the scream even escaped his throat, the horrific wound had completely healed, and no trace could be found.

The pain in his vagina made the veins on his forehead bulge, but he still showed a look of disdain.

Hooking his fingers: "Come on, baby spittoon, daddy loves you."