It's night.

Fennan City, a building complex called Shuiyun Guild Hall.

From the outside, it looks like a high white wall, a cast-iron gate, shaded by green trees, and a tall roof. It is no different from a normal clubhouse. The entrance is also guarded by three or four people dressed as security guards.

In the night, the red and blue fire clusters of cigarettes are looming.

Looking over the high wall and looking down from the sky, you can see that this Shuiyun Guild Hall is unusual. It is a completely loose-on-the-outside and tight-on-the-inside layout, which is not at all like an ordinary guild hall.

Within the building complex, the bright yellow halo of street lights at regular intervals can illuminate the ground. Some men wearing tight-fitting black uniforms patrol back and forth with cold eyes. If there is the slightest sign of trouble, they will look into the darkness and go to investigate.

All of these people have guns strapped to their waists and have strong muscles. You can tell at a glance that the nature of their work is the same as the color of the clothes they wear.

There are many buildings in the stadium, some are completely dark, and some are still lit. The streets outside the window are marked with bright yellow trapezoids, and even the stones on the floor can be clearly seen.

Among them, the largest building is still brightly lit.

Second floor, meeting hall.

Beside a long dark red wooden table, several figures were looking at each other, their brows furrowed, and the atmosphere was unusually solid and low.

They glanced back and forth, and finally looked at the main seat. A man was sitting on a red armchair, his back as straight as a steel plate, his hands on the table, fingers interlaced. A gentleman's wide-brimmed hat was slightly lowered.

Buttoned up, half of his face was blocked. Only the man's tall nose and black stubble could be seen, and his slightly pursed square lips gave him a sharp look.

It should be noted that the man is wearing a pair of white gloves.

Made of fine velvet material, branded on the back of the hand.

Club "K".

He was as motionless as a statue and waited for five minutes. Then he raised his head, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes. His eyes slowly scanned the people in the conference room.

"According to the telegram message received in the afternoon, the antiquities department and the assassination department's counterattack plan against the Sand Dust Organization is progressing smoothly. Do you know? It only took a day, no, strictly speaking, it was only half a day. The importance of the Sand Dust Organization in Black Sand City

At the transportation node, an antique transfer warehouse was captured by our people. There are hundreds of antiques in it, which are very valuable..."

The man paused and continued the topic.

"Not only that, they also severely damaged the Sand Dust Organization in yesterday's operation. A bunch of high-ranking killers were killed, and there were six members of the Sand Dust Organization in the top sixty ranks alone. The top fifteen ranks were enough

There were three people, and even No. 5 was killed."

On both sides of the long table, all the subordinates looked at each other sideways. After hearing the good news, their brows seemed to relax a little, and they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha..." Plum Blossom "K" looked at everyone's reaction and smiled.

"Do you know why I mention this? Look at the good news of their two departments, and then look at the mess in our transportation department! We were robbed again, and the two teams responsible for transportation were also wiped out. Even yesterday

The Sand Dust Organization found an opportunity and attacked, killing and injuring dozens of brothers! They were all well-trained gunmen, and both characters were lost..." He raised his head.

"The gap is too big." The plum blossom "K" sounded disappointed.

At this time, someone below responded.

"Sir, what we are encountering here is the biochemical team of the Sand Dust Organization. They are powerful in combat and fearless of death. They can be said to be the trump card of the Sand Dust Organization. Some losses are inevitable..."

Immediately, other subordinates responded.

"Yes, that group of cyborgs are too perverted. How can they fight if they are not afraid of bullets and firearms? The Firefox organization was wiped out by them. No matter how powerful our gunmen are, they can't defeat the monsters..."

"In my opinion, facing the current situation, the best way is to stand still or shrink the defense. Wait for reinforcements from the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department, so that we can compete with Shachen's trump card..."

People below were talking a lot, and it suddenly became noisy.

Stupid!

Suddenly, a bright silver light with a metallic texture flashed in the conference room. A flying knife was nailed to the table.

It was located in the middle of the wooden table, straight and straight, with the end shaking slightly. The blade was fully two-thirds submerged.

Under the bright yellow light, the blade surface is slightly reflective. It can be seen that this flying knife is made of a special alloy. Its curved surface shape and center of gravity are particularly suitable for rotating and gliding in the air. The tip and blade are extremely sharp, and there is a faint blood groove on the edge.

Many subordinates immediately stopped talking and shut up for a moment. They all cast awe-inspiring gazes at the head of the long table.

The "K" of plum blossoms didn't know when he put his left elbow on the table and clenched his fist. Between several fingers, the tips of three flying knives protruded, shining brightly.

"Shut up?" He opened his fingers, and the flying knives between his fingers disappeared again. It seemed that there was some special mechanism in the black sleeves, which could freely take out and recycle the flying knives.

The "K" of plum blossoms tapped the heavy table with his fingers, and his low voice was a little hoarse: "I know that the diamond K was seriously injured and comatose during the transportation mission, which is a big blow to you. But now that I have taken over, you don't want to

These are depressing words. In addition, I don’t believe that these so-called cyborgs are truly immortal. It’s just that the pistols and submachine guns carried in previous transportation missions are not powerful enough..."

"I have shipped a batch of powerful heavy machine guns from the sales department, as well as grenades and other weapons of mass destruction. Originally there were also rockets, but they are still in transit and have not arrived."

"The day after tomorrow... no, tomorrow... the rockets will reach Fengnan City. By then, if the Sand Organization wants to be a monster, let it taste the power of thermal weapon explosions. All fear comes from insufficient firepower. Firepower

Enough to kill anything..."

The "K" of clubs slowly stood up from his seat, as if he was about to say something inspiring. Suddenly, gunshots were heard outside.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

It was a series of noises, not simply a fire breakout.

"There's a situation! Let's go!"

The "K" of plum blossoms rushed out of the door in an instant, and several other middle-level subordinates quickly followed. Together they headed towards the main entrance of the guild hall.

Under the night, dark clouds covered the bright moon, making it gloomy.

Suddenly, bursts of gunshots and shouts rang out from the door of Shuiyun Guild Hall, and occasionally there was the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart.

"Can't be beaten to death! Can't be beaten to death!"

"It's them, the biochemical humans of the Sand Dust Organization!!!"

"Those monsters that won't die!"

"The pistol is useless! Has the patrol arrived?"

The gunfire suddenly stopped, leaving only the dying gasps of human beings in the darkness, like the hissing of a leaking water pipe.

At the gate, in the shadows next to the high wall, a strong man came out. On his muscular arm, a gunman from the "Ace of Spades" organization was caught in the neck and hung in mid-air.

His legs were struggling, and his face was visibly red. His right hand was still holding the firearm tightly, and his left hand reached toward his waist, as if he wanted to take out the spare magazine and replace the hollow magazine of the pistol.

The moonlight was thin, and the man underneath was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket. The shirt showed a deep "V" in a very coquettish manner, revealing the bulging and hard chest muscles. The surface of the deep "V" was also inlaid with a silver metal frame of the same shape, dotted with a few stars.

rhinestones.

He has long brown hair draped over his shoulders, as wild as a lion. He has deep eye sockets and a towering aquiline nose. His eyes are light red, revealing a sense of numbness and contempt for life.

The lips were inexplicably painted a gorgeous purple color.

"Ka, ka..."

The sound of gun parts colliding was heard, and the man watched as the gunman replaced the magazine and pointed the pitch-black gun tremblingly at him. He was not afraid at all, but instead laughed ferociously.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

The gunman had almost no strength at this moment, and the hand holding his neck was like an iron pincer, trying to crush the bones. He couldn't aim at all, so he could only shoot at the body randomly.

Bullets were fired one after another, and blood spattered. The gunman's eyes were red, and there was only one thought in his confused mind.

Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Kill this monster!

He fired all the bullets in one breath, and his finger was still pulling the trigger mechanically, but there was no gunshot in response.

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

The man with his head hung down laughed and trembled. He was covered in blood. His laughter became louder and louder, more and more wild.

"Five in the lungs, three in the kidneys, two in the liver, and the rest are all in the heart. The shots are pretty accurate... Unfortunately, the heart is no longer my weak point. You should start and hit here."

The man raised his left hand and dug his index finger with sharp nails into his temple, turning it like an electric drill. Blood spurted out, but his face showed an expression of nervous enjoyment. He looked like he was about to go to heaven.

.

"No, it's useless to hit here. The front of the immortal skull can't even be penetrated by a machine gun, only the temples can..."

He started talking to himself, and his state was quite abnormal. He looked like a seriously ill patient who had escaped from a mental hospital.

Suddenly, the man's head jerked, and his eyes changed from sickly to bloodthirsty. He suddenly increased the strength on his hand.

"Ho ho ho..." The gunman kicked his legs like a frog.

"Die, you humble and puny humans! Food must have the consciousness of being food, and yet you dare to hinder our actions!"

"Who gave you fools the courage!"

Click! This is the sound of the cervical vertebrae being crushed.

The man let go of his hand and a body fell to the ground.

The black boots just stepped on the dead body and stepped heavily on it. The man in leather walked along the road towards the inside of the club.

In the shadow of the high wall, black figures emerged one after another, with red pupils as cold as snakes. They took steps and followed the back of the man in leather like a marionette.

One minute later.

A strong figure ran past at high speed on Shuiyun Guild Hall Avenue, charging into the crowd with more than a dozen guns.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
To be continued...