Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 719 - 420: The Bloody Tower (6K)_3

Many National Guard soldiers swallowed their saliva, feeling their hearts racing inside their chests.

Bang!

When the group of National Guard soldiers kicked open the door and charged inside, they found the room empty.

No one!

Seeing this, many National Guard soldiers looked bewildered, not knowing where the other party had hidden. After all, there were supposed to be 20 people.

But while they were still confused, on the fifth floor...

The vent in the ceiling of the corridor was pushed open from inside, and a dark figure silently crawled out.

He had human features, but his hands and feet were covered with small nodules, clinging upside down to the ceiling like a giant gecko.

This was a Genetic Warrior, who had integrated the genes of a Wall Dragon Gu Worm, allowing him to move effortlessly on any wall surface.

Directly below this Genetic Warrior, a team of National Guard soldiers were stationed.

"Damn, the boss just said there were no people upstairs either. Where could those Genetic Warriors be hiding? We've surrounded this place tightly. They can't possibly fly, right?"

"You said it. I didn't want to come here. I was working over there and suddenly got called to deal with the Genetic Warriors. Damn those superiors."

"Ha, don't you feel thrilled? Those are Genetic Warriors! If we can kill one, we'd become online sensations. Didn't the captain just say that the Genetic Warriors are without their Biological Armor now? If a few of us meet one, we can handle it. Otherwise, why are they hiding now?"

Several National Guard members either complained, vented, or were excited.

Since they had never encountered Genetic Warriors, the National Guard believed that though the Genetic Warriors were stronger than ordinary people, their real power came from the Biological Armor. Now, with no weapons in hand, the weapons they held gave them a strong sense of security.

As they discussed, the Genetic Warrior on the ceiling securely adhered to the wall with his feet and hung his entire body down.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

In the corridor almost four meters high, the Genetic Warrior slapped the soldiers' skulls four times in quick succession with the force of his palms.

A terrifying force instantly exploded. The heads of the four National Guard soldiers shattered like ripe watermelons hitting the ground, breaking into pieces. Red and white matter splattered on the walls, resembling blooming red plums.

"What the..."

National Guard soldiers stationed on either side of the corridor at the same level saw the scene and widened their eyes in horror, just about to turn their guns.

But the Genetic Warrior had already snagged a rifle and burst into a room.

He was a sniper-type Genetic Warrior with lower physical resistance. Though a few bullets wouldn't kill him, he didn't want to be shot at.

The dense rain of bullets swept through the corridor, with gunfire from both sides. None hit the Genetic Warrior but instead hit their comrades.

With screams, seven or eight National Guard soldiers fell wailing.

The soldiers quickly ceased fire, but as soon as they did, the Genetic Warrior emerged from the room, firing with precise rapid shots, hitting every standing National Guard soldier in the head.

The soldiers hit in the head didn't even make a sound, dropping dead immediately with still warm bodies.

In just a few seconds, the Genetic Warrior had completed his slaughter.

All the standing National Guard soldiers were killed by headshots. The Genetic Warrior stepped out of the room, walking forward to finish off the wounded soldiers with a rifle, ignoring their groans.

After finishing this, the Genetic Warrior moved swiftly. Leaping like a cat, he jumped onto the ceiling, moving through the gaps.

The National Guard soldiers rushing to reinforce after hearing the gunfire rounded a corner, only to be met by the Genetic Warrior dropping down from the ceiling, landing amidst them.

At this point, the Genetic Warrior had grown four additional arms from his shoulders, each holding a rifle.

Six rifles fired simultaneously, with astonishing reaction speed. As a sniper-type Genetic Warrior, he usually wore Biological Armor, controlling six anti-material sniper rifles to snipe enemies.

Now, controlling rifles at such a close range, every shot was fatal.

Rows of bodies fell, each with a gaping hole in the forehead, their eyes wide open, bewildered as to why the Genetic Warrior, even without Biological Armor, was so terrifyingly powerful.

These National Guard soldiers, stationed in Beautiful Country for a long time, had only heard about Genetic Warriors or seen promotional videos online, naively believing that the Genetic Warriors' strength lay in the Biological Armor.

Little did they know that even without Biological Armor, the Genetic Warriors' combat power far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers, especially in these complex, narrow buildings, which were natural hunting grounds for Genetic Warriors.

If the opponents were the CIA, they would never have rushed into the building so recklessly. More likely, they would have waited outside, using other means to force the Genetic Warriors into open combat.