Slaughter

Slaughter

Alvin had cleared the 38th floor of Cobra Base at a pace of one floor every fifteen minutes. With the vines, the crows, and Alvin working together, they made sure no one was left alive wherever they passed.

When Alvin reached the 39th floor, he heard intense gunfire through the stairwell door, along with an explosion every few seconds.

He pulled open the stairwell door and looked outside. To his surprise, he saw Ivan and JJ pinned in a corner not far away by a large group of armed men wielding strange Pulse Weapons.

Glancing at the enemies gathered in an open area about fifty meters to his right, Alvin pressed his Communicator and said with a laugh, "You guys aren't doing so well!"

Ivan irritably lashed his whip against the ground, leaving a terrifying scorch mark. "These guys' Pulse Weapons are powerful, and they don't seem to fear death. If you're going to help, hurry up..."

Alvin paused, then peeked out at the Cobra soldiers gathered together, their expressions cold.

They looked like an elite force. Even when JJ's frenzied gunfire blasted pieces off their bodies, it couldn't stop these lunatics from attacking.

Alvin clearly saw one of JJ's High-Explosive Rounds from his AA-12 hit a tall Terrorist in the shoulder. The violent explosion tore off the man's entire shoulder and part of his chest.

But the man seemed unable to feel pain. The sight of his exposed pink Lung Lobe, and his utter indifference to it, sent a chill down Alvin's back.

No amount of elite training could explain this. Nobody could be unfazed by an injury like that!

Even the Extremis Warriors they'd encountered a few days ago couldn't do what these men were doing!

Watching the man raise a Pulse Rifle one-handed and fearlessly pin