Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Will Bellmore be merciful? Of course not, after all, she was created by Gin.

Although he has a certain independent character, he will not make mistakes in principle. How could he be like Belmod in the world of Conan, who had compassion for others and was reluctant to kill children? In a sense, Belmode is now more of a killer than Gin, because her blood is cold and her heart is cold.

However, although Belmode is not prepared to hold back, sometimes luck is part of strength. Just when Belmod was about to kill him, he pressed the trigger. Another violent roar came, and the entire wall of the building seemed to tilt. It was this slight tilt that made Belmod's hand shake involuntarily. It was also this shake that gave the cavalryman a chance to survive.

With his head tilted directly in the opposite direction of the building's tilt, the cavalryman dodged his vital parts past the muzzle of Bellmore's gun. Although Belmore reacted quickly and fired a shot without saying a word, this hasty shot did not hit the cavalry's vitals.

"Go to hell," the cavalryman who had been shot endured the pain and shouted violently. Instead of retreating, he rushed into Belmod's arms without even turning back, and then made a backhand gesture. The powerful and heavy iron elbow was aimed at the vital part of Belmod's neck.

Although the attack from the Iron Cavalry was indeed very powerful, who was Belmod, the Nian Beast with one-third of Gin's abilities. It was a bit unreasonable to want to hurt her with this kind of attack. Just taking a step back, Belmode kicked the cavalryman away, smashing a table and cabinet next to him.

This is why Ginjiu had repeatedly warned the Nian Beasts when arranging the plan, not to use special abilities that might reveal their identity, and to handle this incident more naturally. Otherwise, not to mention the kick just now, even the shot fired before, Belmode could use her bending bullet to smash the cavalry's head.

Of course, Tieqi didn't know that the opponent was already merciful at this time. When she got up again, she even thought about fighting back and leaving the opponent behind.

There was nothing she could do, although she might not be able to figure out the situation yet, but with a killer as powerful as Belmode here, it seemed to her that the former mayor of New York City named Mike Blount was definitely dead. In this case, the person in front of them was the only one they could explain to their superiors, so she couldn't help but try her best.

After all, the one-eyed director is not someone easy to talk to, and there has been such a big mess here. If there is no explanation, the one-eyed director may really send them to the war-torn zone in Afghanistan.

So after she had just rolled to the bunker and climbed up, she held two guns and turned them into human weapons. She pressed the triggers wildly, and bullets hit Belmod like raindrops.

As expected of a cavalryman who is said to be capable of equaling a thousand, a pair of pistols in her hands actually brought out the strength that only heavy weapons can possess. Bullets sprayed out like raindrops. For a moment, Bell, who was bound by the rules of gin, was really beaten. Mod was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head.

But what she can do is only for this moment. After all, this is not a movie or a TV series. No matter how powerful the gun in her hand is, the bullets will always run out. So after just a moment, she shrank back again, suppressed by Belmod's counterattack and unable to raise her head.

If the cavalry's marksmanship represents violence, then Belmod's marksmanship represents lethality. The guns and guns never leave the cavalry's vitals. In the blink of an eye, the cavalry was hit by several shots.

And this was the result of the cavalry's quick reaction. If she had been a little slower, she would have turned into a corpse on the ground. However, she couldn't hold on for too long, because although these gunshot wounds were not fatal, they would eventually cause certain obstacles to her actions. And this kind of obstacle is fatal in a life-and-death showdown.

Just when Belmode wanted to continue and smash the cavalry's head into pieces. The communicator in his ear suddenly rang, and Gin's voice came from inside: "How's it going, Belmod? How long will it take for you to leave?"

"We have to wait a moment," Belmod chuckled, "There is still a mouse that is being solved."

Hearing this, Gin pondered for a moment: "Rat