Mexico City, the capital of Mexico.

The U.S.-Mexico border was broken three days ago. With the cooperation of the great demons, the barriers in North American history that had been essentially reorganized disappeared without a trace. The Hell United Parliament collected the human army, which was still restricted by government discipline, and accepted a large-scale mechanical transformation arranged by the "Man of Flame". The mechanical spiders produced on a large scale in Mexico were packed and airlifted to every corner of the continent, carrying out extremely efficient human infection.

Based on military personnel with professional combat skills, the expansion of the spider network began to grow at an extremely rapid rate. Starting from various large gathering points of civilization, the integrated army entered the city, forcibly calming the disorderly massacre and riots with force.

Tsushima Shuji wandered the streets of Mexico City, with a slight smell of blood and the fishy and salty smell of disinfectant water. The direct midday sunlight was a little hot, mixed with the spicyness of the burrito, and he decided to take some stomach medicine after the inspection to prevent digestive problems.

Just to his left, a tactical team wearing a former Mexican government uniform was holding an assault rifle and knocking open the front hall of a building. Tsushima Shuji greeted the soldiers standing guard in the periphery guard circle. The latter's eyes were dull for a second, and then saluted him.

"I want to go in and take a look." The devil said calmly.

"Yes, sir." The soldier stood attentively.

As an envoy and representative of the "Man of Fire", although he had no real power, Tsushima Yuyu had transcendent privileges in both the demon meeting and the spider network. He took off a high-strength ceramic plastic riot helmet from the soldier's head and put it on his head. Without the cover of the helmet, a silver-gray leather appeared on the top of the head of the Mexican man, like a skull made of silver.

When moving on earth, you must obey the laws of the world. Tsushima Yushi adjusted the tightness of the helmet strap. Although he still had extraordinary abilities, his body suffered fatal injuries... would die. After the gates of hell were closed, the demons who were active in the present world lost their immortal amulets. In the past, being killed in reality only meant being driven back to hell and spending hundreds of years to condense their own strength again, but now... it is different.

In a sense, he truly became a resident of this world.

He walked into the red brick building that looked like a rental apartment. The sticky touch made him frown and look at his calfskin shoes. The scarlet blood splattered on the matte leather. The surroundings were covered with splattered blood and broken limbs.

The craftsmanship of low-level demons is rough, dirty, unhygienic, and has no aesthetic sense.

Millions of humans around the world died after the collapse of the border of hell. The lowest level of demons also have the power to easily kill mortals. Compared to the total number of humans, the number of these demons may not be large, but where they appear are usually accompanied by bloody massacres.

As a member of the demons, Tsushima Shuji knew their feelings very well.

After the collapse of the border of hell, these lower lives were as panicked as humans. The world that lasted for thousands of years was changed in an instant, exposed to the air of the present world, and the weak food around them was full of hostility towards themselves... Few demons were intelligent enough to find opportunities to seize power from chaos, but tore everything they looked at in fear and rage.

To be honest, Tsimōji himself was uneasy about the drastic changes in the world. Tradition is an extremely powerful force. Before that, he spent centuries walking in human society and playing various roles. He was even a very successful writer. The collapse of order changed everything. Although he was looking forward to the power brought by subversion, Tsimōjiji did not know whether this out-of-control world would be directed to light or darkness.

The lights in the corridor flickered and the fancy dark wallpaper and cheap paintings purchased wholesale showed a weird atmosphere in the flashing lights. The central air treatment system had already gone on strike. Tsushima Yuji's nose smelled a special fishy heat. He recognized the smell.

Hellhound.

He didn't like dogs, or other living things with sharp teeth, or dead things. The demon sighed and continued to advance with the soldiers ahead.

The headlighted tactical team quietly climbed up the stairs and searched room by room. There was no channel contact or tactical sign language for normal special operations during the operation. Tsushima Shuji felt that they were like different organs forming an organism, and their sense of tacit understanding made their cleaning efficiency extraordinary.

A burst of gunfire sounded in a room, interrupting his thoughts. At this moment, Tsushima Shuji found that several people in the entire group turned in the direction of the gunfire at the same time. The members of the room were firing fiercely, while the rest of the members added crossfire within a second. The frenzied roar and gunfire intertwined into a rough noise, echoing in the corridor.

The head in Tsushima Shuji's helmet felt a buzzing in the sound of gunfire. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it. A black dog with invisible flames burning all over his body - or a violent creature close to the appearance of a canine - was rolling in the concentrated fire of seven assault rifles.

The soldier who first came into contact with it was bitten off his entire right arm, and his bloody limbs were only connected by a layer of skin. But what was terrifying was that he seemed to continue fighting without pain. The rifle that needed both hands could not be used, so he fired with his left hand with a pistol, and his hand holding the gun was very stable.

After hundreds of bullets in his body, the Hellhound full of bullet holes no longer flapped. Its body melted in the invisible flame, and in the end it was only a small pool of ashes, and the deformed brass warheads shone in the pile of ash.

The soldier whose arm was bitten simply bandaged it, and the broken limbs were wrapped in gauze and hung around his waist.

Without waiting too much, the tactical team continued to advance.

Scattered gunfires kept ringing, and more than one demon was hidden in the building. Tsushima Shuji followed the pace of the soldiers' sweeping like a stroll. Mexico was in a better situation than New York, which was a severely affected area. It is said that the situation in Manhattan is still deteriorating. The rich population and depraved souls have attracted wild demons in the entire state, making it a hell on earth. The joint devils with headaches has dispatched armored forces and air forces to fight. If the situation continues to decay, the District of Columbia as its stronghold. The parliament that ruled the new world will use weapons of mass destruction.

Didn't anyone realize the irony? Tsushima Shuji stepped over a corpse that was gnawed to the point of being left halfway. He was a young woman who stopped temporarily and stared at the girl on the ground.

She sat leaning against the corner of the wall, and the remaining face seemed to be not frightened, but confused. She died very neatly and without any extra pain. Judging from her skin and facial features, she might be less than 20 years old. Although the texture of the clothes is very cheap, the patterns and layouts are simple and elegant, which looks very suitable for her.

Such a young girl may have just tasted the taste of love. Her life has not yet begun. But she has put a hasty end here.

Beautiful, you are destruction.

Tsushima Shuyu recited softly, smearing the girl's open eyes with his fingers.

A layer of dust suddenly fell from the ceiling. Tsushima Shuji protected his face with his hands, and a slight shock was probably some kind of small explosion. He quickly climbed up the stairs. Obviously, the cleaning team encountered some kind of tricky trouble.

Hellhounds are group monsters, and the demon thought a little disappointedly that they should have expected. Such group monsters usually have a powerful leader.

One hell three-headed dog.

Obviously it does not like being forcibly thrown into this world. This three-headed dog is not as huge as the monster that Tsushima Shuji had seen before, which was completely giant than the main battle tank. Perhaps because it is not mature, but even so, it is taller and stronger than a calf.

The three striking dog heads are facing different angles, and they look down at the transforming soldiers with their might. Flame, ice, and poisonousness are recorded in the book. The three heads of three-headed dogs usually show these three attributes.

Tsushima Shuo stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching the battle break out before his eyes.

The gunshots were intermittent. The flames of the muzzle were reflected in his eyes as deep as a pool, and the deep grooves carved by the giant claws on the floor. When the shock-detonation bomb exploded, he tilted his head so that the strong light would flash into his eyes. These soldiers were indeed fighting unyieldingly. The bullets passed through the fur of the monster. The blood-soaked walls were not only human blood, but also the dirty blood of the demon dog.

However, no matter how nanospiders can eliminate negative emotions in the human body, make them selflessly devote themselves to open up their potential... In fact, combat effectiveness is still an unavoidable issue. Even for demons, the three-headed dog in hell is a big and small trouble.

It pounced left and right in the narrow space, rolling on the wood floor like a black fireball, tearing the fragile human body, furniture and walls into pieces. Tsushima Shuji counted the time silently, and when the last member of the tactical team died, they persisted for more than thirty seconds. A number that deserves their pride.

The blind hellhound approached Tsushima Shuji. One of its heads looked completely dead, covered with scars, but the level of danger seemed to increase.

"I'm not a fighter." Tsushima Yuyu said to it.

The hellhound continued to approach, revealing its teeth.

Tsushima Shuji pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, turned on the music player, and the randomly selected songs came out of the speaker. The young pop star's rapping song echoed in the bloody corridor. The hellhound glared at Tsushima Shuji, and then his eyelids began to fight. He fell to the ground with unwillingness and fell into sleep.

Five minutes later, Tsushima Yuyu walked out of the building as his collar festival sorted out, the brass buttons shining in the sun. His heart was filled with boredom for tedious things, and only the desire for future power could stop his emotions.

The things to be done are higher than the mountains. In addition to the wild demons who are killing randomly everywhere, there are also resistance groups composed of humans gathered after panic. Demons disguised as government forces are accepting these independent armed groups. However, some ambitious guys are trying to take advantage of the opportunity to take over the chaos in the world - these are troubles that need to be solved urgently.

He took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and chewed a small pill.

Man of Fire.

Tsushima Shuji narrowed his eyes, and in his slender body there were flames that made the demons feel dazzling. Such outstanding and outstanding flames have a strong will that only those most dazzling names possess. Those legends that have created immortal achievements will worship them even if the demons.

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