I’m In Charge of SCP

A familiar voice sounded, and Abel suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were red, and his body was filled with murderous aura.

How many years, he can't count how many years he has been sleeping.

But there was only one thing he remembered clearly.

He's going to kill him.

He's going to kill that bastard called Cain!

ah!!!

Abel looked up to the sky and screamed, making the sound of a dragon chant.

In the entire forest, all the birds and beasts ran away in shock, and some simply fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

The wounded below Abel covered their ears, but they were still bled from his cries.

The hatred that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years broke out, and Abel's killing intent was so intense that it was frightening.

If his enemy is a normal person, what he has to do now is to run away as soon as possible, as far away from him as possible.

But obviously, the owner of that voice is not normal.

My stupid brother—— the voice of 'Cain' came from a distance again, with a hint of teasing, You really haven't changed at all over the years, you are still so simple, you only have so much size Yet?

I'm going to kill you! Cain! I'm going to kill you!!!!

Abel roared, he stepped on the tree trunk, bent the tree trunk to the limit, then jumped up and rushed to the sky - exactly the direction the sound came from.

Abel jumped into the sky like a rocket, and reached a height of tens of meters in just a few seconds.

Over those tall tree canopies, he saw a helicopter.

On the helicopter, Cain is holding a big horn.

I'm so stupid, Shengxian——Hurry up, he's coming, run, run—

The voice was a bit frivolous, far from the calm one just now, but Abel never forgot the appearance of Cain.

Even after a distance of nearly 100 meters, he still recognized the mark on Cain's forehead at a glance, and he couldn't be wrong!

Abel yelled, and swung the black long knife across his arms.

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air and swept away in the direction of the helicopter.

A poor flying bird was just passing by, and was cut into two pieces by the strong wind, with its body and head separated.

I'm going to—

Cain was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that Abel's combat power would be so powerful, and shouted to the people behind him, Quick! Pull up! Pull up!

Under his command, the helicopter pilot immediately raised the height of the plane, and will pass by the strong wind.

However, the strong airflow still disturbed the flight of the plane. The helicopter was like a man who just finished urinating, shaking a few times before returning to normal.

Cain spat down without any sense of public morality, and cursed in a low voice. The driver vaguely heard him say something like Long Aotian, fantasy novels, 40-meter sword energy Words I don't understand.

My lord, what shall we do now? the helicopter pilot asked.

What else can I do.'Cain' snorted, Besides running away, can you come up with a better idea? Believe it or not, with his current combat power, even if a rocket is fired at him, he will not be able to escape. I can chop you with a knife!

Under the command of Cain, the helicopter raised another ten meters, and then turned around, as if it wanted to leave the forest.

Finally, Cain did not forget to shout to Abel.

My stupid brother, do you want to kill me, then keep getting stronger, hahahaha——

Cain's taunt skill max, the intention is obvious, it is to attract Abel to chase him down.

Because Abel is very good at fighting in the field, he will not follow the script at all if he does not use strong medicine.

But this time, Cain really worried too much, because from the moment he saw him, there were only two words left in Abel's mind.

revenge.

Without any hesitation at all, he ran all the way in the direction of the helicopter,

Constantly tossing and turning between the tree trunks, always keeping a close distance from the helicopter, there is no doubt why the helicopter does not continue to increase its height.

Therefore, no matter how powerful a person or a god is, once blinded by hatred, there is only one end - to be played to death by others.

...

Low and low - I can't see him anymore - I'm high and high! He's blowing 'wind' again!

Along the way, Zhang Jue, who was pretending to be Cain, had been directing the pilot and teasing Abel.

It's like playing some kind of NES game.

Whenever Abel was only tens of meters away from them, he would immediately raise the helicopter, but he was afraid that Abel would give up the pursuit and the plan would fail, so he lowered it after confirming safety, and so on.

The pilot was so tormented by him that he wanted to turn around and ask him several times, why don't you drive it?

Zhang Jue looked at Abel who was jumping on the canopy not far away, and kept shaking his head, tsk-tsk.

This baby's physical fitness is too good, such a high-intensity pursuit has lasted for more than half an hour, but his speed is consistent, and even faster and faster.

And during this period, Abel slashed at the helicopter twice. If Zhang Jue hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and warned in advance, they would have already been dismembered by Abel in the air just like that poor bird.

In this constant temptation, Zhang Jue gradually grasped more information about Abel.

The most important of these is Abel's attack method and distance.

No wonder Abel was reluctant to use thermal weapons when he served in Pandora's Box, because the knife in his hand was an artifact.

As long as he is prepared, most thermal weapons can't even get close to him.

Zhang Jue took a machine gun and fired at Abel in the rear continuously. While pressing the trigger, he shouted loudly: I'll kill you son of a bitch—

Seems to be enjoying it.

The pilot of the plane didn't know why he was so excited, as if satisfying some evil taste of his own.

Facing the speeding bullets, Abel didn't slow down. He swung the long knife in his hand, and all the bullets were split by him.

Seeing this scene, even Zhang Jue praised him again and again.

Fortunately, this kid's brain is a little weak, otherwise, even if a whole formation of MTF came, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to stop him.

Abel waved the long knife in his hand, always guarding against the cold arrows fired from the helicopter—sometimes it was a machine gun fire, sometimes it was a sniper rifle, but it was pitiful, and more often it was melon seeds.

Like a hunter, he waits for his opportunity.

A hilltop suddenly appeared in front of it. The pilot of the helicopter seemed to have made a mistake in the operation. He was a few seconds late before raising the altitude, and almost hit the cliff.

This caused the helicopter to make several turns in the air.

good chance!

Abel saw the right moment and slashed down with a knife.

The gang wind wrapped the leaves and galloped towards the helicopter.

The pilot desperately adjusted the direction, but the helicopter failed to escape the fate of the tail being cut off, and a violent explosion occurred.

Two figures jumped out of the thick smoke and opened their parachutes. One fell outside the cliff, while the other had better luck and landed on the top of the mountain.

Abel could see clearly that the person who fell on the mountain was Cain.

He jumped down from the canopy of the tree and landed less than twenty meters away from the man, making a bang.

Cain, take your life. He said coldly.

Ah? What did you say? A person Abel didn't know came out from behind the parachute.

Not Cain? Abel squinted his eyes, but he recognized the voice, the one who had provoked him in the helicopter.

dross.

Abel cursed and swung the knife casually, not bothering to look at the man at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to jump off the cliff to see if Cain fell down with someone else—until now, he hadn't thought that Cain was pretended by Zhang Jue through his transformation ability.

Wow, you're so handsome, if your brain is half as good as your knife, I wouldn't dare to fight you here—

When the noisy voice came, Abel turned his head in surprise, and found that the man had not died under his knife.

He didn't realize that the fool in front of him was actually hiding something deep.

Who are you? Abel would always give a little respect to the strong.

Who am I? Zhang Jue smiled. This is the second person to ask him this question today. I think he is not famous enough in this world.

He suddenly remembered a catchphrase of his father, laughed and said, Since you have asked brazenly, I will tell you with dignity, my name is Zhang Jue, the arrogant Zhang, the utterly murderous Jue—