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Upon hearing the words "complete corpse," Baron immediately blocked the door.

"Brother, try not to shoot the chest armor! There are a lot of energy lines there; if it gets damaged, it won't sell well!"

The remaining nine assassins felt a chill run down their spines.

They are the assassination squad of the Bloodthorn Corporation.

Ten cosmic realm experts working together, equipped with poison space locks and full sets of stealth armor, could even bury an Imperial Army lieutenant general.

In the mouths of these two bandits, it became a batch of goods waiting to be opened.

"Let's split up!"

An assassin raised his hand and threw out three black balls.

The black sphere landed and unfolded, releasing a dense stream of mental pulses.

The walls of the suite cracked from the vibration, and pieces of ceiling panels fell off one by one.

The other two simultaneously pressed down on their breastplates.

"Bloodthorn Arcane Technique, activate!"

Battle energy burst through the gaps in the armor.

The two of them increased their strength, and their particle blades crossed left and right, slashing towards Lin Feng's neck and stomach.

Lin Feng did not draw his gun.

He took half a step forward and grabbed the first particle blade with his left hand.

Energy cuts through the palm.

Even the purple-gold dragon pattern couldn't be suppressed in the slightest.

The knife-wielding assassin was stunned for a moment.

"This is cosmic level!"

Lin Feng clenched his five fingers.

The particle blade shattered, exploding into sparks in my hand.

"So what if it's 'cosmic level'?"

Lin Feng raised his fist and struck the assassin's breastplate squarely.

The sound wasn't loud.

The armor collapsed from the chest to the back.

The force of the punch penetrated the alloy protective layer, shattered the spine, and stopped the power source in the abdomen.

The assassin's body went limp, and his head drooped to his chest.

Lin Feng grabbed the man's shoulder armor and casually tossed it out the door.

"The first one."

"The goods have arrived!"

Barron reached out with both hands to catch the body, which landed on the temporary worktable.

Barron first disconnected the armor's power supply, then unlocked the latches and quickly stripped off the shoulder armor and power backpack.

"nice one!"

"Self-circulating energy module, military-grade silent frame, and the joints are in excellent condition!"

He yelled.

"Boss! This batch of goods is really good quality, keep firing from this spot!"

The second assassin moved close behind Lin Feng.

An energy blade swept across his waist.

The blade sliced ​​through Lin Feng's clothes, tearing a gash in his jacket.

There wasn't a single mark left on the skin underneath.

The assassin's wrist went numb, and he almost dropped the particle blade.

Lin Feng looked down at his clothes.

"Losing money."

The assassin turned and retreated.

Lin Feng grabbed the backpack and pulled it back, then smashed his right fist into his lumbar spine from the side.

This person has a spinal misalignment.

The armor's main power supply line then disconnected.

"The second one."

The person was thrown out the door.

Barron dragged the corpse over, the cutter slicing around the seams of the armor.

"The cost of the clothes will be deducted from your equipment budget!"

On the other side of the corridor, Hermann was dumbfounded.

"Barron, could you move over to the side?"

"Don't disrupt my assembly line operations!"

"This is the military's reception hotel!"

"That's perfect, the entrance is wide enough to set it up."

The remaining seven people in the suite changed tactics.

Four men pressed forward head-on, while three others occupied higher ground.

A dark red metal net descended from the sky.

The surface of the network cable is covered with tiny runes, and it begins to draw energy from the surrounding area as soon as it falls.

Lin Feng's purple-gold qi and blood on his body surface were suppressed by several inches.

"It's locked!"

"Use the Star-Splitting Nail!"

The three people above waved.

Black spikes shot down, sealing off all footholds around Lin Feng.

The four figures in the front are making hand seals.

The Bloodthorn Totem unfolded on the ground, its energy coalescing into a sharp cone that pierced towards Lin Feng's chest.

The walls were cracked in large areas, and all the furniture in the suite was blown away.

Herman deployed his shield, using it to shield the makeshift worktable behind him.

"Big brother!"

Barron hugged the armor he had just taken off and inspected it twice.

After confirming that it wasn't broken, he peered inside.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Lin Feng stood still, his right hand gripping the dark red metal mesh.

All twenty-four Star-Splitting Nails were embedded in Lin Feng's upper body.

The nail tip was already curled.

The crimson cone, formed by the combined strength of the four, was pressed against his chest and was still spinning.

Lin Feng raised his hand and dusted himself off.

Star-Splittering Nails littered the ground.

"You pulled so hard together, and you only managed to tear one of my clothes?"

The four assassins on the front changed their expressions.

"Withdraw!"

Lin Feng grabbed the energy cone in front of his chest and pushed it back with his other hand.

The scarlet cone retreated along the energy connection.

The four assassins didn't have time to dispel the secret technique; their arms were flung away by the recoil. A malfunction warning sounded inside the armor.

Lin Feng rushed into the middle of the four.

He threw a punch.

The third killer's back was arched, his spine broken in two.

Lin Feng turned around and threw another punch.

The fourth person's chest armor was intact, but his internal power core was shattered by a punch.

Lin Feng raised his knee and struck the fifth person in the stomach.

The man's feet left the ground, and a cracking sound came from inside his armor.

Just as the sixth person raised the energy shield, Lin Feng slapped the shield.

The shield, along with the entire arm, snapped off and crashed into his chest.

Four bodies flew out of the suite.

Barron was so busy that his short legs were running around everywhere.

"One, please!"

"Don't stack them together, the armor will get scratched and look cheap!"

Herman looked at the pile of equipment next to the workbench and scratched his forehead.

The alarm outside the hotel alerted the entire VIP area.

A number of guards and security personnel gathered at the entrance of the suite.

No one dared to go in.

Some people peeked through the broken wall and then quickly returned to the line.

"It's all the realm of the universe."

"Ten people ganged up on one, how come all the dead men are lying on the ground?"

A military investigator crouched beside the body and turned over the killer's wrist.

Red thorn patterns are etched beneath the skin.

The man's face darkened.

"Bloodthorn Totem"

"This group is an assassination squad directly under the headquarters of the conglomerate!"

The people around them kept their distance.

"Does the Bloodthorn clan dare to release a Level 7 nerve agent in the central district of the capital?"

"The military hearing is tomorrow, and they're making their move tonight. They're in a real hurry."

There were only three people left in the suite.

The three assassins had their backs against the broken outer wall, with no way to retreat.

One of them ripped open his breastplate, revealing the self-destructing core inside.

"Mission failed."

"Detonate the core!"

All three power sources heat up simultaneously.

The red reading immediately reached its maximum.

Barron heard the warning tone and dropped the wrench.

"Big brother! Don't let them bomb it!"

Lin Feng took a step.

As the purple-gold light drew near, the three assassins were simultaneously punched in the chest.

The three self-destructing cores were stuck before the explosion, their internal structures shattered by the force of the punch, preventing them from completing energy aggregation.

Before the person even fell down, Lin Feng grabbed one in each hand and kicked another at his feet.

They were all thrown outside the door.

"The last three."

Barron didn't have time to catch it; he rushed over to dig for the power source.

"Shut down!"

"Shut down the computer immediately!"

He used his wrench to smash the three breastplates in turn.

The self-destruct prompts are being turned off one by one.

Baron breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the cutter to continue stripping the equipment.

Ten minutes later.

Ten killer corpses were piled up in the hotel corridor.

The body was covered only by the white sheet provided by the hotel.

Barron squatted in front of the pile of equipment, pressing the calculator, his fingers flying across the keys.

"Goods from Beijing are definitely valuable!"

"Big brother, if we sell these ten sets, we can build two more space-class orbital artillery turrets!"

Lin Feng took out a quantum computer from the leader's tattered armor.

An assassination list popped up on the screen.

Lin Feng is ranked first.

Hermann ranked second.

There are a few more witnesses scheduled for tomorrow's hearing.

After looking through the list, Lin Feng patted the corpse at the top.

"Don't sell it."

Barron looked up.

"what?"

Lin Feng threw the list into the middle of the corridor.

"Hearing tomorrow."

"Take these as gifts."

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