People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 156 Nailhead

Suren remained expressionless and kicked Apshe away.

He raised his right hand and pressed his left hand down slightly, striking a strange pose.

[Royal Guard]

Purple magic instantly formed a transparent shield on the body's surface.

"Buzzing Two"

A hail of bullets rained down on the shield, creating dense ripples.

The deformed warheads fell like raindrops at Suren's feet, quickly piling up in a layer.

He looked up at the spotlight and saw a row of fully armed soldiers standing neatly above the elevator shaft.

They were armed with heavy machine guns, and even several sentry machine guns were hanging upside down from the ceiling above their heads, their lasers aimed at Suren's forehead and chest.

These soldiers were organized into groups and fired in a crisscross pattern. Their close tactical coordination ensured that their firepower never stopped during each round of reloading.

Among these soldiers, a slightly thin figure stood guard.

The man exhaled, slowly wiped the monocle in his hand, and put it back on.

Let me introduce myself.

He pressed the communicator on his collar, raised his chin slightly, and spoke through the loudspeaker: "I am the highest-ranking official in this facility. You may call me Dr. Wernick."

"Sulen, right?"

Dr. Wernick looked down at Suren, who was pinned down by the firepower and unable to move, and said arrogantly, "Humans with Spartan blood flowing through their veins have repeatedly damaged our company's observation assets in various states, and even disrupted Mammon's descent ritual."

He paused, his eyes fixed greedily on Suren below.

"Possessing such pure demonic blood, if I could capture and imprison you, drain your blood, perhaps—"

"We humans can also wield that godlike power and create an invincible demon army!"

Suren sneered upon hearing these words.

"With just this junk?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Wernick burst into laughter, as if Suren's sarcasm was merely impotent rage, and that everything was under his control.

"The ammunition stored in this facility is enough for these heavy machine guns to fire like this for a whole day and night without stopping."

"Your defensive shield is indeed amazing. But maintaining it must require a huge amount of energy, right?"

The doctor looked at Suren, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is the energy within you enough to last a day and a night?"

"It won't take that long."

Suren looked at him calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of white mist appeared out of thin air behind him.

Amidst the swirling mist, a massive black shadow silently approached Suren and planted the broadsword diagonally in front of him.

"Clang clang clang————"

But in just a few seconds, Pyramid Head was disintegrated, revealing Suren's figure.

Dr. Wernick looked down at Suren, who had nowhere to escape, and sneered, "In the face of overwhelming firepower, all struggles are futile."

However, when the bullet struck Suren's body again.

Although Suren maintained the same defensive stance, the shield never lit up again and failed to block any bullets.

Before Dr. Wernick could even be happy.

The bullets actually passed straight through his body, hitting the wall behind him and sending sparks flying.

"What?!"

Dr. Wernick's eyes widened suddenly, and he shoved the soldier in front of him aside.

After being attacked, Suren's figure was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples before disappearing without a trace.

A phantom image?!

Dr. Wernick was horrified; alarm bells rang in his mind, and a strong sense of impending death gripped his heart.

His first instinct was to escape from here.

"I told you, it won't take that long."

A cold, powerful hand suddenly reached out from behind him, grabbed Dr. Wernick's head, and lifted him off the ground.

The surrounding soldiers reacted quickly; as soon as Suren grabbed the doctor, they all turned their guns around and aimed them at him.

The sentry machine guns on the ceiling also quickly turned around, and red lasers landed on Suren.

Held in mid-air, Wernick did not resist, but calmly said, "Let me go—Surren. Even if you kill me now, you can't escape!"

He felt the increasing pressure on his head, and said in a hard tone, "Surrender obediently, hand over your blood sample, and if you cooperate, the company can provide you with unimaginable wealth and power!"

He saw the faint purple light gleaming in Suren's eyes and continued to threaten, "That lord—is on his way here! Once he arrives, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy."

There's an old saying in my hometown.

Suren remained unmoved by his threat, and instead slowly said, "It is said that a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall."

"But unfortunately, you failed to do either of them."

Although Dr. Wernick didn't understand what it meant, he had a bad feeling and wanted to open his mouth to say something.

But it was too late.

"Pfft"

Watermelon juice dripped from Suren's fingers and onto the floor.

Upon seeing their officer die, the surrounding soldiers roared and pulled the trigger.

Countless bullets instantly riddled Dr. Wernick's headless corpse with holes.

But Suren's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The blade flashed through the crowd, reaping the lives of the soldiers in droves.

In a short time, the elevator entrance had become a scene of carnage.

The body lay in a pool of blood, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

At this moment, the underground facilities reacted, and a piercing alarm suddenly sounded.

The red warning lights flashed rapidly, illuminating the scene as if it were hell.

"Whoosh!"

Luca grabbed the rope and swung down from above, landing steadily next to Suren.

He looked at the dismembered limbs scattered on the ground, gave a thumbs-up, and praised, "Well done! Suren, your efficiency is even higher than my robot vacuum cleaner!"

He straightened the scarf around his neck and said, "Of course, this is mainly because my reaction was quick enough to seize the high ground immediately."

Suren glanced at him. Perhaps only this awareness of crisis and speed of reaction could allow him to survive countless dangerous situations.

Just then, he suddenly turned around and reached out to grab at the void.

"Splash!"

He held the black iron chain in his hand.

The iron chain stretched taut in the air, its other end disappearing into the void.

Suren felt the iron chains in his hands struggling to return, and a faint light condensed within them.

"This kind of attack method?"

With a twist of his arm and a forceful pull, he dragged the iron chain out of thin air.

Once the chains were fully pulled out, they seemed to lose their power and fell to the ground.

Suren raised her head and looked into the corridor deep inside the facility.

Several figures slowly drifted over from a distance.

The person walking at the very front was wearing a leather jacket.

His head was cut into countless uniform small squares by a sharp blade, with a long iron nail driven between each square.

He held his hands slightly in front of his lower abdomen and slowly played with the box in his hands.

Behind the man in the leather jacket were several other strangely dressed monsters.

One of them had his upper and lower lips torn off, exposing his gums and teeth, and his body was trembling violently.

"A nail head?"