In the solid air of gun oil and smoke, the recent words of Aigris were like a cold knife and plugged into the chest. The wind whistled through the abandoned container container, carrying metallic steam and dust. In her eyes is the extreme dizziness. She turned her head to Kaien - and her heart tightened.
He still stood there ... but like a soulless body.
His face was as cold as ice, without an emotion. No indignation, no fear, mourning. There was only a quiet gap - the silence of the one who saw everything and nothing left to lose.
But then ... his lips curled up. A cold smile appeared - not the smile of a victim, but a hunter.
"You know, Aigris ... Originally from the beginning I was about to leave in silence. To avoid having to take action with your juniors - like a way ... to repay your rotten kindness."
He slowly walked forward, sharp eyes like a dagger.
"But now ... you just gave me a perfect excuse to handle you."
Aigris laughed loudly, his laughter echoed like a metal hitting concrete.
"Hahaha ... strong mouth. You are more arrogant than your father in the past, Kaien."
Immediately, the juniors behind Aigris pulled out guns, surrounded Kaien and Cindra from all sides like hungry wild dogs. The flashlight turned on, the red ray from the tube shone straight into their forehead.
But no one shot.
Kaien glanced quickly towards Cindra. Just a slight nod - and hell began to burn.
Kaien launched, attack without notice. Cindra immediately pulled the sword from the back, turned to the right, rushed into the squad of the henchmen surrounding them.
Battle
The sound of metal bumps into each other. The bullets tear the air, the footsteps are fluttering in the old warehouse. Kaien is like a steel storm: Each swirling kick, every powerful punch blowing one arrow to another. His hand was bloody, but still accurate and cruel.
Cindra turned between the net of the bullet as if dancing. Fast and sweet slashes, her silver blade left the glittering lines in the dark. A tuberculin comes from the back - click! - She turned, stabbing a knife into his chest before she stepped back away from another hammer.
A larger minions are twice as bigger than ordinary people close to Kaien. He dodged the hook, turned and pressed the enemy to the wall, then pulled out a broken metal tube into his neck - blot! - Blood shot on a crimson wall painting.
Cindra started to get tired, her shoulder was covered with bullets, bloody down her sleeve. But she did not stop. In the glance, it is indomitable determination.
After 5 minutes of chaos - seemingly endless - the juniors of Agris were only lying, or motionless. Both Kaien and Cindra were injured, sweat and blood intertwined, but their eyes were still burning.
The last name among the Agris juniors collapsed. Cindra knees, gasping for breath. Kaien stood in the front, bloody shoulders, his eyes still stared at Aigris like a beast about to rush out of the barn.
"Aigris ... it's your turn."
Kaien roared, rushing towards him, his fist tightened, the wind hissed behind him like a scythe of death. That moment - Kaien's punching was only a few inches away from Aigris -
Romance !!
A huge black shadow falling down from above, colliding with the floor like meteorites, causing a terrible dust explosion. Kaien was thrown like a doll, hitting the wall a few meters away.
Cindra shouted:
"Kaien !!"
When the dust melted, a man stood there - the body was cast from iron and steel, higher than two meters high, wearing a gray coat covered with a back.
His eyes were as cold as ice, and on his arm was a typical tattoo of Siberian destruction unit.
Aigris laughed, stepped out of the darkness:
"Surprisingly, right?"
"From the beginning, I knew that the useless flood would not do anything you guys."
He pointed to the giant:
"So I called him."
He spread his arms, introduced:
"His name is Rogan. A only survivor from the training camp in Siberia, where every day is hell."
"I don't need him to be smart. I just need a loyal and invincible dog."
He glanced at Kaien and Cindra.
"If in terms of strength ... Even you, Cindra, and Velgas combined ... it's not his opponent."
The wind drives through the border area, carrying the smell of blood, the smell of dust and ... despair.
Rogan lifted a concrete block weighing several hundred kilograms up with one hand ... then beaten to the ground as a greeting.
"Now ..." - he said in a low voice.
"show me ... how long will you betray you alive?"