Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

These two heavy blows knocked Barton to the ground, his body twitching violently like a bent shrimp.

However, this guy revealed a sinister smile, looking as if he was ready to die together with his enemies.

"Go ahead, hit me. My guards will soon rush in and take you down. If I die, you won't live either."

Outside, the gunfire became increasingly intense.

Yang Fei chuckled, grabbed his hair, and opened the hall door.

He forced Barton's eyes open: "You're still dreaming? Open your eyes and see for yourself."

Just then, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Barton endured the overwhelming pain and opened his eyes. With just one look, he was stunned.

The hallway was full of corpses, evidently the elite guard squad Barton had ambushed.

More than thirty bodies lay haphazardly in pools of blood, making the originally wide hallway extremely narrow, like Shura Hell.

Two men in camouflage suits stood among the corpses, lazily sifting through them, finishing off any wounded soldiers who still breathed.

"This..."

Barton instantly fell apart.

This thirty-man squad was handpicked from his loyal forces, the cream of the crop.

This was the confidence Barton relied on to coerce Helen into successful negotiations.

Yet these elite soldiers had turned into heaps of corpses in less than three minutes.

The massive disparity almost drove Barton insane.

Ghost Wolf and Three Swords looked at Barton from a distance, the Triangular Military Spikes in their hands still dripping with blood.

The two casually smoked, as if eliminating the thirty-man squad was nothing but a trivial task.

Right then, chaotic footsteps sounded from below the sixth floor, and someone shouted loudly in English.

"Quick, General Barton is still up there."

Barton perked up, knowing reinforcements had arrived and hope gleamed in his eyes.

Yang Fei tapped him lightly, signaling to Three Swords and Ghost Wolf.

"Alright, guys, let's get to work. We're fighting our way out."

Three Swords and Ghost Wolf nodded, wiped the blood from the Triangular Military Spikes, and turned toward the staircase.

At the staircase entrance, a twenty-man squad wielding silent pistols and daggers swiftly and orderly charged into the hallway.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Three Swords twisted his Triangular Military Spike into a massive sword bloom, and the first three soldiers on the pathway fell clutching their throats.

On the other side, Ghost Wolf donned the Wolf Fang Gloves with serrated back hooks and leaped into the twenty-man squad.

He was like a hunting lion pouncing into a flock of sheep.

Yang Fei gripped Barton's throat, watching closely.

These two Huaxia people seemed like devils released from hell, their every move brimming with unbelievable power.

The soldiers they attacked didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before dropping dead.

In an instant, this twenty-man squad was completely annihilated, the hallway littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Ghost Wolf kept a cigarette in his mouth the whole time.

Now, he took a deep drag, tossed the butt on the ground, then extended his arm in a courteous gesture.

Yang Fei nodded, still gripping Barton's throat singlehandedly, heading downstairs.

Behind Yang Fei, Helen followed carefully, lifting her long dress to avoid getting bloodstained, nervously trailing him.

In the secret room of the Silver Charm Tower, the big screen displayed the same terrifying scene just now.

Watching Ghost Wolf and Three Swords kill with ease, like chopping melons and vegetables.

All the generals turned pale and were stunned.

Only now did these generals, accustomed to blood and gore, understand.

Barton had provoked a group of such formidable monsters!

With such a powerful Special Forces backing her, no wonder Her Majesty Helen dared to venture alone into the fray.

This batch of devils was practically invincible!

Fan Yi calmly watched Three Swords and Ghost Wolf execute their task on the screen, feeling a slight regret.

Several generals secretly glanced at the handsome Fan Yi, sensing a fierce and terrifying aura of slaughter emanating from him too.

Everyone began to realize that this massacre, though targeting Barton, subtly issued a warning to them all.

If anyone attempted to challenge Her Majesty Helen's authority, it would mean facing this terrifying Special Forces unit.

And among the generals present, none dared to confront such a formidable armed force.

Even the most powerful Major General Blair hesitated to provoke this group of monsters!

The slaughter continued!

At this moment, Ghost Wolf and Three Swords escorted Yang Fei and Helen to the Fourth Layer.

Behind them were bodies strewn all over.

Barton's carefully laid ambush was effortlessly shattered by Ghost Wolf and Three Swords, leaving no survivors, all wiped out.

Barton's mind, continuously overstimulated, seemed to falter.

He had just thought his dreams had come true, having not only captured Helen but also gained Alang and Greenworth.

Yet within less than half an hour, he fell from the peak of his career into the gutter.

This intense stimulus was unbearable for anyone.

Yang Fei held Barton's throat, staggering forward, his gaze desperate and apathetic.

Still, he harbored a glimmer of hope.

Outside Hymn Paradise Tower, he had hidden a twenty-man elite squad armed with heavy weapons.

After all, within his country's borders, to avoid adverse international effects, Barton wasn't planning to deploy this heavy force, merely as a deterrent.

Yet now, Barton couldn't care about anything anymore.

Unable to keep Helen, even his own life now rested in Yang Fei's hands, leaving him no way out.

Ghost Wolf and Three Swords escorted Yang Fei and Helen out of Hymn Paradise.

Barton was shoved and pushed forward along the way, choking under Yang Fei's grip.

Just as they stepped out of Hymn Paradise, Barton suddenly let out a sharp whistle.

In an instant, from the street corner opposite Hymn Paradise, two soldiers disguised as tourists suddenly lifted the stand's wood planks.

The ominous Big Viper Machine Gun immediately aimed at Yang Fei's group.

In this range, if they pulled the trigger, the storm of bullets would instantly tear everyone to shreds.

Ghost Wolf and Three Swords froze.

Yang Fei also froze, instinctively stepping back to shield Helen with his body.

Barton laughed hysterically, both crazed and victorious.

"To hell with all of you, you group of demons!"

Yang Fei released Barton, snorted: "Idiot!"

BANG BANG!

At that moment, heavy sniper bullets whizzed out, precisely exploding the heads of the machine gunners.

Barton jumped in fright, looked up, and saw half a gun barrel exposed on a terrace of a high building, still emitting wisps of smoke.