Continuous explosions stirred up bursts of black smoke.

The Guiwei team members wearing masks and helmets rushed into the Tao Zhu Building carrying their own equipment.

On the top floors of the building, although Guan Luoyang was alone, he was able to directly crush these celebrity gangsters with the most violent offensive. He came and went like the wind and was invincible. Naturally, these Ghost Cry members did not possess such force.

But they have cooperation between groups, and when launching raids, they are more meticulous and planned.

Some break into the building directly from the ground floor and are responsible for blasting and feigning attacks. Others use climbing devices such as flying claws to directly reach a certain height, then break the glass, and rush to the corridor to search and ambush.

Fleeing hastily from the upper floors, the magnificently dressed beasts were killed in groups by their guns and bombs. Things went so smoothly that even they themselves found it a bit unbelievable.

"Amitabha, Guanyin bless me, I can succeed so easily this time."

The facial features were completely hidden under the helmet and mask, and only the burly figure and hoarse voice indicated that the speaker should be a middle-aged man.

He led two assistants to fire a barrage of fire at the entrance of the stairs, killing and injuring most of the unprepared escapees.

At the corner of the stairs, when the reformed warriors reacted and were about to counterattack, the three of them tacitly threw a charged bomb that was about to explode at a touch, and quickly pounced to the side.

Boom!!

Explosive flames and shining arcs were moving in this section of the corridor at the same time, just like the stench of burning plastic and copper wires, and black smoke was ejected outwards.

"I will offer more incense and candles to the Bodhisattva when I get back!"

The man with the smoky voice hammered the floor and got up. His voice was so excited that he could not control himself.

For the past six months, they have been traveling around to assassinate people. Each time, they were just disguised as local motorcycle gangs and characterized as a common gang war. Kong Qingyun used his connections in the Ministry of Security to help cover up and confuse the public.

Even the official name of "Ghost Cry Team" is only known to them.

Acting so cautiously is ultimately because their strength is still weak. Once they reveal that they are not gang members, but righteous people who want to take revenge on these evil parties, it will soon attract the attention of more gangs and put the Ghost Cry Team into trouble.

A dangerous situation besieged on all sides.

Therefore, in their original plan, they never thought of attacking Tao Zhu Building head-on. They just wanted to wait until the banquet was over and everyone relaxed and returned home to ambush a few of the targets.

To be able to achieve such a result tonight was an unexpected surprise. The backbones of the team felt that this opportunity was once in a lifetime and they must not waste a single moment to win the greatest victory.

The man with a smoky voice quickly met up with his companions and approached a commercial area on the right front.

The thirty floors below Tao Zhu Building are various shopping malls, restaurants, etc. available for rent.

The floor they are currently on seems to mainly sell clothes, bags, and cosmetics.

The display cabinets in the front area had been shattered by bomb fragments, and various cosmetics and perfumes were scattered among the broken glass and burning clothes.

Some of the companions were already fighting with others here and were in a stalemate. With the reinforcements brought by the man with a smoky voice, the situation was immediately restored.

Between the security personnel on the opposite side, there was a dexterous figure, quietly sneaking to the side.

Lang Feiyan's movements were like a nimble black cat, landing silently, preparing to make an arc around the rows of clothes hangers and containers to pounce on the smoky man and the others.

However, someone on the Ghost Cry team had been keeping an eye on her from the beginning.

despair!!

The premonition of danger caused Lang Feiyan to reverse his nimble steps, bend his waist like a bow, and flip backwards.

The gunfire rang out, and the cluster bullets came out of the barrel, forming a cone-shaped scatter attack, tearing apart the expensive furs, setting off sparks on the metal shelves opposite, and leaving numerous holes.

The shelf on the side was hit by Lang Feiyan's kick, and the entire shelf flew up, carrying more than a dozen pieces of clothing and crashing into the gunman.

The man holding the gun was wearing a hoodie and a white helmet, with the windshield lowered in front of him. He was thin and short, and he turned the gun in time.

But an arm suddenly lifted up from under the clothes hanger.

With well-proportioned bionic arms, black gauze-like sleeves, delicate skin, and even nails painted with Danko, she must belong to a beauty.

But the stabbing thrust of the five slender fingers together destroyed the central structure of the gun, causing the gun handle to fly up.

Lang Feiyan's arm cut off the shelves from bottom to top, and while more than a dozen pieces of clothing were scattered and flying, the other hand whipped them out like a snake.

The edge of the five fingers, which held the windshield on the gunman's helmet, cut off more than half.

The fighting art called Bancasila is popular in the East Kaliman allies, and its main purpose is to imitate many beasts in nature. The most common ones are monkeys, white eagles, tigers, and pythons and poisonous snakes.

When Lang Feiyan's arms swung, it was like a poisonous snake flying, and when the pace of his feet changed, it was like a tiger swooping, slapping, and sweeping its tail.

The gunman also had mechanical arms, but he was completely unable to keep up with the opponent's fighting skills. He awkwardly avoided the heavy step that could crush the steel plate, but could not avoid the shovel attack with a low raised foot.

He could only retreat out in an almost rolling posture.

The comrades in the distance raised their guns to support him. Lang Feiyan's figure swayed and he dodged the series of shots. He lowered his body to the ground and swept out with one long leg, kicking the gunman in the face.

Many clothes hems were shaking, and rags and down caused by the shooting were flying everywhere.

The gunman who fell on the ground blocked the kick with his arms folded, slid away a short distance, and suddenly knocked his clenched fists on the ground.

Small cracks were knocked out on the smooth tiles, and Lang Feiyan clearly heard the sound of the spring-type contact switch of the electric storage bomb being triggered.

Using two bombs at this distance is simply suicide.

Lang Feiyan's pupils shrank slightly, and with a flick of her waist, she hurriedly stood up and shot backwards.

The opponent threw a bomb, but before it could catch up with Lang Feiyan, it exploded in mid-air, with fragments and arcs of electricity shooting out.

The thin gunman rolled out, his helmet fell off, revealing a ponytail tied with a rubber band, and the blood from his mouth was stained on the mask.

Lang Feiyan fell to the ground and staggered two steps. The bionic skin of the two long legs was damaged and scorched black, and the metal skeleton was even exposed at the knees.

The injury was actually not serious, but the high-voltage arc from the electric bomb affected the Zhenling Machinery and gave her a severe headache.

At that moment, someone stabbed her from behind.

It takes less than half a second to take a 40-centimeter-long dagger out of its sheath.

Lang Feiyan turned around stiffly, and the long and narrow wound on her back burst open, spurting out blood.

The true electrical energy transmitted along the spinal nerves caused her to lose control of her lower limbs after her lumbar vertebrae were cut diagonally.

Snap!

Lang Feiyan fell to the ground, and the wave of people she brought with her had also been wiped out.

The man with short hair and a mask using a short knife ran to help the injured man with a ponytail, and said in a young voice: "How are you?"

"I...I..."

The pony-tailed girl pulled off her mask, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Lang Feiyan, "Vice Captain, is she dead?"

"There's still one breath left."

The deputy captain helped her over, pulled out a three-edged military thorn from his calf and handed it to her.

The ponytail girl held the military spur in both hands and fell on Lang Feiyan, with the military spur pressing into her chest.

Lang Feiyan, who was already bleeding profusely, did not react violently to the stabbing, but only twitched. She looked up and saw the hatred on the ponytail girl's face, and smiled inexplicably.

"why are you laughing?"

The pony-tailed girl stirred the military thorn, "Do you still remember Li Zhang from Zhenyuan Newspaper? Because he exposed the inside story of your hospital, you sent people to arrest him and killed him by a child... and you still laughed!"

"I don't remember, but there will be many people like you who cannot live a good life because of me, but I have a wonderful life. Well, that makes me very happy."

Lang Feiyan's smile, amidst Jun Ci's frenzied ups and downs, became spasmodic, twisted, ugly, and even cold.

The vice-captain held the ponytail girl's shoulders: "Okay, killing this scum is the best outcome. It's not worth it for you to continue to feel uncomfortable because of her words."

"I have given you half a minute. The other teams have advanced to the upper level. There is no more time to waste. Lao Jiu, your hand is also injured. Take Xiao Li away first, and the others will continue to act."

Everyone around him responded and left the sales area, heading to the nearest stairs.

Suddenly, the few people in the front flew over without warning, hit the ceiling, and hit their companions behind.

At the top of the stairs, Liu Jingtang held a black pager in his hand, looking down at it with an incomprehensible expression.

He kept listening to Fan Buchou's movements on the other end of the pager, heard the Fan family's father and son rushing onto the rooftop, and heard Fan Minzhi's shouting.

Then there was the roaring wind and the sound of collisions, and Fan Buchou's boxing skills climbed to the top with the sound of the whistle.

Just now, when he stepped onto this floor, there was a loud bang, the pager on the other side was smashed, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.

At that moment, he casually knocked away several members of the Ghost Cry team.

In the process of going upstairs, this was not the first time Liu Jingtang encountered these gunfight scenes, but before he was so focused on catching up to the rooftop, he ignored these scenes, and others could not see his whereabouts at all.

.

But now... Fan Buchou... is probably dead, right?

Liu Jingtang seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and was a little distracted.

The Guiwei team members who had injured their comrades by him had already raised their guns together.

The gunshots were as dense as raindrops, and the bullets were like thousands of chaotic flashes of light, leaving the area riddled with holes.

Liu Jingtang only moved one step laterally and moved out of the entire area, avoiding the rain of bullets in advance.

At a banquet like today, he was still wearing the windbreaker. In the strong wind, he turned around as easily as a stream flowing around rocks, and he had already cut into the Ghost Crying team members from another angle.

Several more team members collapsed and flew out.

The vice-captain pushed his knees down and leaned his upper body forward. At the moment when his companion's figure flew out in front of him, his left thumb pressed the red button on the scabbard at his waist.
To be continued...