Chapter 135 The Desperate Susie and Brother Snoopy

No wonder strange claw marks were found in the previous keys.

They also speculated that this was a sign that Qianmeng had fallen towards Deadpool, and some of his body organs had become Deadpool, such as scales growing on his body and his hands transforming into claws.

Not at all.

It’s no wonder that the Executive Department’s search for Thousand Faces has been fruitless based on this premise.

Because they were wrong from the beginning.

It was Deadpool who killed four Executive Department commissioners.

Some doubts were resolved.

But more doubts came to mind.

Why Deadpool?

Analyzing the buttons on the front, it is not difficult to see that Qianmen Mian has a meticulous thinking ability. With Deadpool's rotten jelly-like brain, it is impossible for him to continue killing people and still get away with it.

So, can Thousand Faces still control Deadpool?

Didn't it mean that Deadpool would only surrender to dragons?

Also, where did these deadpools come from?

Countless thoughts appeared in Chu Zihang's mind.

Such as the crazy numbers on the Wall Street Stock Exchange on weekdays.

But Chu Zihang did not have enough time to deal with it one by one like securities analysts.

Because, Deadpool is here.

The sacred sword Murasame drew a ray of light like the blazing sun in the darkness.

The mirror-like blade reflects a pair of golden eyes.

Chu Zihang held his hands, stepped forward, and ran into the rushing Deadpool. Murasame's blade collided with Deadpool's deformed claws, and sparks like burning steel from the welding gun spattered out.

The sparks fell from the junction of the two, floating in the air like a waterfall of light.

Chu Zihang and Deadpool looked at each other.

This is a face that can only appear in nightmares.

Black bones stick out of the body, like the twisted roots of a century-old banyan tree. During the long process of evolution, the smooth skin and beautiful face that humans have acquired, all the so-called signs of beauty are gone, replaced by something like sulfur. The ugly face caused by the face.

Even the Hunchback of Notre Dame created by Hugo in Notre Dame de Paris can probably be called naive compared to the deadpool Chu Zihang is facing now.

Here they come.

Chu Zihang thought.

The boy seemed to hear the loud rumble of the heavy rain again.

Deadpool, Deadpool.

There was no expression on Chu Zihang's face.

But those burning golden eyes betrayed the boy's mood at the moment.

Chu Zihang stepped forward, and the frenzied power was transmitted upward from the soles of his feet. Xiong Jian's thighs and elevator-like abdominal muscles fully received the frenzy, brewed it, pressurized it, and finally transmitted it to Chu Zihang's arms.

He slashed diagonally.

A deformed arm was thrown high, dripping with blood.

Deadpool was in pain and let out a spy's roar.

Chu Zihang took a breath.

Turn around and raise the knife.

The black Executive Department standard trench coat made a rustling sound.

He withstood Deadpool's attack.

But it's not over yet.

more and more.

More Deadpools came flooding in.

Chu Zihang glanced at it.

He saw that on the periphery of these attacking monsters, there were some Deadpools with golden eyes, looking at the three of them from a distance.

They were like a pride of lions on the African grasslands, and Chu Zihang and the other three were antelopes being hunted.

The lower status lion is the vanguard, charging into battle and consuming the prey's energy.

Powerful lions, on the other hand, will wait and see calmly. They are sharpening their claws secretly, waiting for the prey to show signs of fatigue, even if it is just the slightest bit. The sophisticated lion can accurately seize the opportunity, send the sharp claws into the heart of the prey, and then thirst for victory. of blood.

Don't think that Deadpool will be easy to deal with if his brain is rotten.

They just don't look human.

But don’t forget why there is such a creature as Deadpool.

Desire to kill.

They are creatures that crawl under the dragon's desire to kill.

Perhaps for the rules that humans follow, reason, and thinking.

They know nothing.

But kill one more person.

How to play with prey, derive pleasure and satisfaction from killing.

Deadpool knows this all too well.

Moreover, all Deadpools are hybrids whose bloodline has crossed the critical blood line, that is, the concentration of dragon blood exceeds 50%.

The three people present, including Chu Zihang, are all elites of the mixed race.

But is there any bloodline that exceeds the Four Cities?

Maybe only Chu Zihang.

Or maybe he hasn't arrived either.

Let's put it this way, even if an ordinary hybrid encounters a deadpool and faces off in a duel, the outcome will not be optimistic.

What's more, they have more than fifty dead warriors.

"hold onto!"

Susie yelled on the other side of the headset.

"Support arriving soon!"

"Senior sister."

Brother Snoopy swung his sword and swatted away the Deadpool who rushed towards Chu Zihang's side.

"Hurry up, you senior, with my old arms and legs, really can't stand it."

As he spoke, he put on his hands, raised the sword high, and then lowered it heavily.

The deadpool's body was cut off by this man's sword.

The foul-smelling entrails were scattered all over the floor.

The senior brother used force and pulled out the big sword stuck in Deadpool's hip.

He clicked his tongue.

"These bones are so damn hard!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that's too exaggerated!"

Han Ye dodged awkwardly while shouting at Senior Brother Snoopy.

"Didn't you say that was a prop?"

"Whose props can kill a Deadpool with a knife!"

Brother Snoopy swung his sword and helped Han Ye fly away a dead soldier.

"What a fuss."

He gasped.

"Who says props can't kill Deadpool!"

"Have you seen the movie Star Master?"

"A headless gun can still kill someone!"

Han Ye gave a thumbs up.

"awesome!"

Too bad it's too dark.

All three of them lit up their golden eyes, and then they could barely see some outlines in the darkness.

Senior Brother Snoopy and Chu Zihang, working in tandem, protected Han Ye and repelled the incoming Deadpool wave after wave.

It was also because it was too dark, so no one could see it. The surface of the senior brother's body had a bronze color, the texture was rough, and the texture was hard.

Yan Ling: Bronze Throne.

Once this word spirit is turned on, the hybrid can gain huge power, and the body surface will turn into the color of bronze. However, over time, the muscles and bones will be broken due to the violent word spirit. It is an ability with the same price. Amazing eloquence.

Senior Brother Snoopy had a hard expression on his face, and the exaggerated sword in his hand was like a child holding a branch. However, a child would most likely knock down grass blades on the roadside when swinging a branch, but he was different. The weight of the sword itself Coupled with the amplification of the Bronze Throne, whether it is horizontal shooting or slashing, it can exert its power like breaking monuments and cracking stones.

After all, before he met that woman, he was also an elite specialist in the Executive Department and Professor Schneider's protégé.

"It's amazing."

Han Ye said.

"That's right, I told you that I'm very strong."

Brother Snoopy was very proud.

His throat moved and he swallowed the rising blood.

But there was no time to wipe away the blood oozing from the bronze texture on the body surface.

The price of the Bronze Throne has begun to show.

In the final analysis, Yanling is the authority of dragons after all.

As hybrids, although they had access to the Word Spirit, they did not obtain the body of the most powerful dragon.

Just like mortals trying to get close to the sun.

It can only lead to death, not doing what he wants.

unless.

Mortals also become the sun.

Han Ye sighed.

"No matter what, I can't just watch."

"It's too unreasonable."

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes. His face was more beautiful than that of an ordinary girl, showing many complicated emotions.

There is hatred, there is pain, there is anxiety, and there is calmness.

He took off his gloves.

Oh my God!

What a pair of hands those are!

No more nails!

Replaced by steely claws.

As for the skin, it is covered with cyan scales.

The weirdest thing is that everything from the fingers to the wrists looks so ugly.

just like……

just like……

Just like Deadpool!

But when it comes to the wrist, it suddenly returns to its normal fair and delicate skin, like a baby's, like a girl's.

Han Ye looked at his hands sadly.

He flexed his fingers.

The green scales and sharp claws glowed with a cold light, just like the protagonist in the gothic movie Edward Scissorhands, sitting alone in the lonely moonlight of the attic until dawn.

''What are you doing here!

Brother Snoopy noticed Han Ye rushing towards him.

He shouted anxiously.

"Come back, don't risk your life!"

But it's still too late.

As if Han Ye didn't hear it, he collided head-on with a dead waiter.

The senior brother's pupils shrank, but the next second, the image of Han Ye flying upside down in his imagination did not happen.

The one who screamed was Deadpool.

in the dark.

Deadpool's scales can collide with Murasame and emit sparks.

After coming into contact with Han Ye's hands, or claws.

Just like leather meeting sulfuric acid, white mist rose up, making a crackling sound, and melted.

Brother Snoopy was stunned for a moment.

"What are you..."

"Deep blood, deep blood, it's a very common word spirit, don't say you don't know."

Han Ye said with a smile.

"Deep Blood?"

Senior brother muttered.

"I've never seen such outrageous blood."

Putting his doubts aside, he swung his sword, mainly horizontally, to knock away the deadpools who were attacking one after another.

Chu Zihang was responsible for harvesting, ending Deadpool's life with precision like a scalpel.

Now that Han Ye has been added, he can play a role similar to that of Chu Zihang, two assassins, and the situation has suddenly opened up.

But the pressure on the three of them increased instead of decreasing.

"That must be my misunderstanding!"

Han Ye said.

"If you are referring to the fact that Deadpool kills more and more."

The senior brother's voice sounded a little lonely.

"That's right."

Han Ye's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He felt tremendous pressure.

Deadpool, who is usually rare to see, is like an ant here, unable to kill him no matter how hard he kills him.

"What kind of fifties are there?"

Han Ye sighed.

"I think there are almost a hundred of them."

one hundred……

Susie was wearing headphones and tapping her index finger on the steering wheel irritably.

"Well, have a nice trip."

A man in a traffic police uniform outside the car window held a pen and paper and nodded to her.

Susie hummed, stepped on the accelerator, and the truck roared away.

The traffic policeman glanced at the trunk of the large truck and clicked his tongue twice.

"What's wrong?"

The companion asked curiously.

"That girl is so weird."

Let the traffic police touch it.

"This is the first time I've seen such a good-looking person working as a truck driver."

"You're not right."

His companions made fun of him.

"Young lady, you just make money, what's wrong with you?"

"Whoever stipulates that good-looking people have to be models and stars? Everyone has the right to choose a career, right?"

"Okay, okay!"

The traffic policeman raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"You're awesome, you have a point, why don't you think I'm wrong?"

The companion hummed a song triumphantly.

"By the way, what is that girl carrying? This load is not light."

"Um?"

The traffic policeman said strangely.

"I looked and saw that the entire carriage was covered with steel bars."

"Rebar?"

The companions were also shocked.

“Such a good vehicle is used to transport steel bars!”

"Hey! It's our first time seeing you!"

After hanging up continuously, Susie finally answered Professor Schneider's call request.

"return!"

Schneider was roaring as soon as he was put through.

"Did you hear that?"

"Susie!"

"I order you to come back!"

The girl controlled the steering wheel steadily with a calm face.

It was just her wild action of stepping on the accelerator that revealed her mood at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Susie said.

"The president needs support."

"Damn it!"

Schneider slammed his fist on the table.

The missing trachea and oxygen cylinder made a wheezing sound.

"Do you know what you are doing!"

he scolded.

"I am certain."

There was a moment of silence.

"tell me."

Schneider's tone was cold and stiff.

"How many swords did you bring?"

Susie didn't hide it.

She reported it truthfully.

"A carriage."

"professor."

"I finally know how much steel can be loaded into a truck."

Susie smiled softly.

Schneider on the other end of the call couldn't help but laugh.

If it weren't for time, it would be too late.

He really wanted to rush to China and use his oxygen car to help the vice president of the Lion Heart Club sober up.

Rebar?

Ah.

What kind of steel bar is this?

The correct title should be as Schneider said before.

sword.

Perhaps in the hands of normal people, it is really just ordinary steel bars.

But Susie is not a normal person. With her voice and ability to control magnetism, no matter how ordinary steel bars fall into the hands of this girl, they can show power comparable to that of Shushan Sword Fairy.

Removing a person's head from thousands of miles away is as easy as picking out an object from a bag.

Of course, Susie's domain is not as vast as Qianli.

But the steel bars magnetized by her hands can indeed exhibit power similar to that of flying swords.

Chu Zihang is the best among killers, an absolutely violent machine. This is almost the consensus of Cassel students.

There are also enough teachers and students from a certain class to understand Chu Zihang's voice. The high-risk and powerful power further solidifies his reputation for killing embryos.

However, few people know that the secretary who followed Chu Zihang and stood silently in the shadow of the boy was actually a more terrifying killing machine than Chu Zihang.

Let’s describe it this way.

If Chu Zihang is said to be a sword that can cut everything.

Susie is Dongfeng Missile.

Her speaking spirit is too terrifying.

Especially in a country where thermal weapons are banned.

Susie's value has increased exponentially.

There was no need for Cassell to go to all the trouble of transporting guns and ammunition.

Susie alone is enough. .

And all she needs is steel bars that can be found everywhere.

"If I remember correctly."

Schneider did not have the ambition to kill his students in all directions.

His tone was more like witnessing a fool rushing towards the cliff without hesitation.

"In the last Yanling report, the upper limit of the flying swords you can control is eight."

"Um."

Susie answered in the affirmative.

"It's nice that our Pre-Decapitator remembers the limits of her capabilities."

Schneider's tone was low.

It is not wrong to say that he is preparing to be beheaded. This is a secret that only less than five people in Kassel know. Susie is different from Chu Zihang. The latter is a hero under the sun, and Susie, she is The true blade of the Camarilla.

"Then, our dear Miss Preparatory Beheader must also remember what the consequences will be once your sword exceeds the upper limit."

"I will die."

Susie said.

It's as calm as saying that you had milk and toast in the morning.

"I thought you forgot."

Schneider said.

"The swords in your carriage, while killing Deadpool, will also cost you your own life."

"So, come back."

"Believe in Chu Zihang."

"What he was able to do was just like the previous missions. He narrowly escaped death and was covered in bruises. The God of Death was smoking on the bench at the door of the ward. The child was also able to throw away the God of Death with a knife and survive."

"professor."

Susie said.

"There are a hundred Deadpools."

A longer silence followed.

No one knows Deadpool better than the people in Enforcement.

They knew just how terrifying this depraved hybrid creature was.

Nowadays, it is almost a legend that pure blood dragons are hard to find.

It is Deadpool who poses the greatest threat to the commissioners of the Executive Department every year.

On wisdom, bloodline, and technology.

How can the dangerous hybrids who are stragglers compare to the elites of the Executive Department?

But Deadpool is different.

Every Deadpool is a hybrid whose bloodline has crossed the critical bloodline.

even.

Among them are the former elites of their executive department.

Even though they have fallen and lost the ability to use speech spirits.

But that powerful body, which is close to that of a dragon, is enough to make specialists below A level despair.

What's more, as Susie said.

Chu Zihang and the others faced Deadpool.

There are a hundred heads.

This is no longer a matter of despair.

This is despair itself.

"Then think again, Susie."

Schneider hasn't given up yet.

"Even if you get there."

He said.

"Is it too late?"

He is the head of the Executive Department, the commander of all the mixed-race elites, and the general.

A soft-hearted person cannot be a good general.

Even for his most optimistic disciples.

And his most promising disciple.

Suppose these two people have been declared hopeless.

At least, he wanted to save another beheader who was thinking about death.

The Execution Department can no longer lose both the Hero and the Beheader at the same time.

It is enough to have such a disaster once.

"You'll have time, Professor."

Susie said.

"Either I rescue the president."

"Or let Deadpool bury him with him."

She smiled softly.

"No matter which one, it's time."

Schneider stopped talking.

He slumped weakly in his chair.

"What the hell."

He said in a low voice.

The voice was as soft as a sigh.

There is also the cold wind of the Greenland Sea in this sigh.

"I should have seen it earlier."

"You and Chu Zihang."

The man sighed again.

"I shouldn't have put you in a group."

"It seems that, except for launching operations, couples will be prohibited from working together in all tasks of the execution department in the future."

"No, Professor."

Susie said softly.

"We're not together."

"Ah."

The girl probably heard the sarcasm in the man's laughter.

She said with a smile.

"I like him."

"It has nothing to do with him."

"That's it."

Schneider sounded like an emotional late-night radio host.

"Did the confession fail? The child didn't accept it?"

"No, I didn't confess."

Schneider became interested.

"Oh, I didn't confess."

He spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

"But if you don't confess."

"You probably can't even count yourself as someone who sacrifices your life for love."

“I didn’t expect the executive director to say such things.”

Susie teased.

She is getting closer and closer to the unfinished building.

Life has also begun to count down.

"Don't look at me like this."

Schneider laughed.

"Six or seven years ago, I was also a man who loved red wine and roses."

"The professor must have been very charming back then."

The conversation between Susie and Schneider at this time sounded like a little girl stuck in adolescent love troubles chatting with her kind grandfather. The grandfather talked about the past events of his youth, and the two of them laughed easily.

Ghosts visible.

Where are the love troubles of adolescence.

This little girl is bringing a carriage full of swords, stepping on the accelerator and rushing to her death.

It's death.

"If I have a chance, I'll come back and show you my old photos."

Schneider said in the tone of a grandfather coaxing a child with candy.

"I dare say there's no need for a flight."

"Really."

Susie is like that little girl who smiles in surprise when she sees candy.

Soon, her smile softened again and became faint.

"What a pity. I probably won't have a chance."

"yes."

Schneider said.

"What a shame."

He felt like drinking.

It had been six years, or seven years, that he had not had a drop of wine.

I really want to get drunk.

"My country has some customs about the afterlife."

Susie said.

"Professor, if you don't mind, you can burn the photo to me."

"Death?"

Schneider muttered.

"What is the world of death like?"

"It's going to be cold."

"Junior brother, you ask!"

Brother Snoopy, oh, I probably can’t call him that now.

The cute white dog pajamas had been torn into strips like a beggar's outfit, and were soaked with the blood of Deadpool and himself. There was a hole here and a hole there, so miserable.

Fighting off another wave of Deadpool.

The senior brother held the sword and gasped with his tongue out.

The three of them were surrounded by the Deadpools. At this point in the battle, both senior brothers Han Ye and Chu Zihang were exhausted.

Deadpool, there are more than thirty others.

If it weren't for the way these monsters were playing with their prey, Chu Zihang and others would have died long ago.

"How long will it take for the support our school girl mentioned to arrive?"

"Susie."

Chu Zihang's voice couldn't hide his weakness.

"Please hold on a little longer, it's still ten minutes."

Senior brother looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Ten minutes!"

After sighing, he thought of something again and hurried to see Han Ye.

"Well, brother, can you do that move just now a few more times?"

Han Ye rolled his eyelids.

He knew what the man was talking about.

That was a punch that he used his martial arts power.

The situation was extremely urgent at that time, the formation of the three was shaky, and a powerful Deadpool suddenly joined the battle. Before the senior brother could react, his heart was almost ripped out.

In a hurry, Han Ye used all his strength to rush to his senior brother's side at a speed much faster than before, and blasted the Deadpool's head with one punch.

It's a pity that he had just developed his strength not long ago and had no experience in using it. He poured it all out at once, as strong as it was. However, his body was suddenly empty. It took him a minute or two to recover.

"Want to come again?"

Han Ye waved his hand.

"Just kill me."

He sighed after saying this.

''It would be great if my brother was here, he is so powerful, these dead waiters are definitely not enough for him to kill.

So strong. ""

The senior brother was amazed.

Deadpool is at it again.

Chu Zihang held Murasame in his hands.

Big drops of sweat slid down his hair.

Some of it flowed to the neck and mixed with the scarlet blood.

Do you want to use that?

he thinks.

The power gained at the cost of these never-extinguishing golden eyes.

Since the first record in the Lionheart Club was the summary of that forbidden technique.

In addition to the principal, even his mentor Professor Schneider did not know the true cause of the formation of these golden eyes.

Schneider only thought that Chu Zihang was extremely talented.

But his talent is only at the level of a mixed race.

I want to swing my sword at the gods.

He needs more power.

"That, junior brother."

The senior brother's voice sounded.

"Um?"

Chu Zihang turned around.

The big sword came towards me.

Chu Zihang's body reacted before his brain.

He raised his arms to block, gathered his body, and rolled on the ground to remove the force of the impact.

Something else fell next to me.

Chu Zihang glanced at it.

It's Han Ye.

An indescribable sense of familiarity overwhelmed the boy.

I caught up with him that rainy night.

Shadows, blood, death.

Chu Zihang actually looked forward in a hurry.

The figure of Brother Snoopy.

Looks like that man.

He showed his thumb, turned around, and grinned.

This smile is so silly!

"Junior brother."

said the man.

"When I turn around, I'll tell my family that I owe a lot of debt and run away."

"Just let her hate me. Then she will forget about it soon."

Chu Zihang stared at this scene blankly.

The long river of time submerged this boy.

That rainy day overlapped with this moment.

He saw the man holding a large sword in both hands.

The speaking spirit of the Bronze Throne caused the skin all over the body to crack.

The man smiled boldly.

"come!"

he shouted.

"Bastards!"

PS: It’s a lot late. Mainly because this part of the plot doesn’t fit anywhere, so I wrote it down. I’ll try to be on time tomorrow.