From the prototype, immortal

Selene and her companions were caught off guard, originally planning to return to Great Britain on a private plane and enjoy some peaceful time.

However, fate didn't seem inclined to let them escape so easily.

Just at this critical moment, a roar suddenly echoed from the sky, like the thunder of an angry god, shaking the entire airport.

Everyone looked up and saw a plane engulfed in flames, followed by a deafening explosion, "BOOM!!!"

The entire airport seemed to be shaken by this force.

Selene's private plane was the target of that fireball.

The plane was instantly blown to pieces, debris scattered everywhere, and flames soared into the sky.

Selene and her companions were stunned by this sudden change, but quickly reacted, looking around to find the culprit behind this terrorist attack.

Just then, a heavy figure came swooping down, landing on the ground not far from them.

It was a giant in steel armor, his every step seeming to tread on their heartstrings, making them tremble with fear.

Selene's mind quickly flashed back to the office recording of Deacon Frost, and she immediately recognized this armored man as Ivan Vanko, the culprit who had stolen the Dragon Ball before.

"I didn't expect him to target us again."

Selene muttered to herself, a grave expression on her face.

Ivan Vanko stood on the ruins, scanning everything around him.

He raised his arm, revealing a large-caliber machine gun, and aimed it at Selene and her companions.

"Hand over the Dragon Ball, and no one will get hurt."

Selene's heart tightened; she knew Ivan Vanko wasn't joking.

However, she knew even more clearly the importance of the Dragon Ball.

So, she made a decisive decision: "Run!"

At Selene's command, the dozen or so Death Dealers beside her immediately took action.

They were agile, like ghosts.

Their speed was beyond ordinary imagination, each of them like a world record holder in sprinting.

However, they were not facing an ordinary enemy, but a steel giant with an advanced fire control system.

Ivan Vanko watched these people flee quickly, a look of surprise on his face.

He didn't expect these people to move so fast, almost like supermen.

"Running so fast?"

He muttered to himself, then activated the steel armor's fire control system.

This system was carefully designed and调试ed to quickly lock onto and track targets, calculate their movement trajectories, and build data models to achieve precise strikes.

With Ivan Vanko's command, the steel armor's muzzle began to adjust its angle, and the rotating head of the M134 rotary machine gun quickly locked onto one target after another.

This fire control system, carefully designed and 调试ed by him, could accurately predict the target's movement trajectory, enabling stable tracking and打击 even at high speeds.

"But, can you outrun my fire control system?"

Ivan Vanko's voice carried a hint of triumph.

Sure enough, with his command, the M134 rotary machine gun instantly opened fire.

Dense bullets poured out like a storm, forming a deadly net of fire.

Under the precise adjustment and locking of the fire control system, the fleeing Death Dealers were pierced by 7.62mm caliber bullets before they could run far.

These bullets were not only powerful but also highly penetrative, even capable of creating over-penetration effects, tearing their bodies to pieces and obliterating everything in their path.

Even though they were vampires with superhuman speed and recovery abilities, they seemed so fragile in the face of this dense firepower.

They screamed in pain, trying to avoid this deadly attack, but ultimately could not escape the manipulation of fate.

Selene witnessed all of this, her heart filled with grief and anger.

Even if they could run at supersonic speeds, they would be locked on by the fire control system.

The vampires were torn to pieces; without enough blood, they basically couldn't recover.

No matter how strong a vampire's recovery ability is, there is a limit.

The vampires in Underworld were killed multiple times with sharp weapons, showing they haven't reached the point of incredible regeneration.

But they can also be resurrected after being killed, for example, Elder Amelia can be resurrected; she was killed in the first movie and resurrected later.

So it's also very outrageous.

Selene watched as more than a dozen Death Dealers were all killed in the blink of an eye, and Ivan Vanko aimed his gun at her.

In the movies, it's impossible for people to run in front and bullets to chase behind, even vampires can't outrun machine guns.

If it were a person operating it, it might not be able to hit every shot, but the fire control system is different.

Selene felt a huge force lift her into the air, her body drawing an arc in the sky before crashing heavily to the ground.

She tried to get up, but the pain and blood loss made her almost lose consciousness. She crawled on the ground, like a wounded beast, desperately searching for a last glimmer of hope.

This, of course, wasn't the impact inertia caused by the bullets that made her so disheveled, but rather that she had just been sprinting at an amazing speed, trying to escape this land of death.

However, the sudden attack caused her to lose her balance, and her body rolled under the force of inertia until she exhausted her last bit of strength.

Selene lay on the ground, panting heavily, her gaze gradually dissipating.

She knew she had reached the end of her life.

Just when she was about to give up struggling and prepare to welcome the inevitable darkness,

"Looks like you're in trouble?"

The voice was gentle and calm, yet it carried an indescribable power, instantly solidifying the tense air.

Selene barely opened her eyes and saw a figure slowly stepping into this land of death, standing against the light, his outline blurry but exuding an aura not to be underestimated.

He wore a well-tailored black trench coat, paired with a black turtleneck sweater, simple yet stylish, out of place with the surrounding dilapidated scene, as if he had traveled from another world.

His face was handsome, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.

Ivan Vanko's gaze instantly locked onto this uninvited guest, his brow furrowed, clearly surprised by the sudden appearance of this man.

He quickly adjusted his gun, while scanning his surroundings to confirm if there were any other potential threats.

"Are you with them?"

Ivan Vanko's voice carried a hint of vigilance; he didn't want any complications.