Ding Yi was directly stopped by a group of people.

Suddenly, Ding Yi's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold eyes were focused on the white man who took the lead.

The white man sneered, looked at Ding Yi with contempt and said: "You Chinese have a saying that if you don't take the road to heaven, there is no door to hell and you break in. Ding Yi, you are so brave."

Ding Yi was slightly stunned. Although his body was tense, his head was still in a storm.

Normally people would call themselves Dark Dragon, but they call themselves Ding Yi.

Very few people call themselves by their first names.

Even the Logan family or the Coster family are all called Dark Dragon, and no one has ever called them by their real names.

Now their names are a bit meaningful.

Ding Yi shrugged and glanced sideways at these big men.

Although there is no detailed count, preliminary estimates suggest that there are at least fifty or sixty people on the other side.

Moreover, the explosive power every month should be extremely strong. Regarding the weapons in their hands, Ding Yi was not surprised.

After thinking for a while, Ding Yi said: "Do you know that villains die because they talk too much?"

Whoosh.

Ding moved.

It transformed into an afterimage and flew toward these big men at a fast pace.

The dagger in his hand is like a snake, inserting holes in every opportunity. Every step he takes will kill someone.

A long, thin blood mark appeared on everyone's neck.

After these people reacted, they opened fire one after another.

However, there are too many people on our own side now. If we open it blindly, we will all hit our own people.

There are so many people and the space is so narrow, it looks even more chaotic.

This is even more conducive to Ding Yi's development.

Ding Yi was like the God of Death, becoming more and more courageous as he fought. The dagger in his hand kept killing people at the scene, and the ground was already a river of blood.

The white man was furious, clenched his fists, and roared like thunder: "Kill him quickly, quickly, Fake."

But.

White people's words have no effect.

On the contrary, Ding Yi became more and more fierce.

At this time, Ding Yi seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, like a tiger emerging from the cage.

This is not the case.

These people's faces were earthy, as if Ding Yi's side had become a vacuum zone.

Even if these people had guns in their hands, they would not dare to fire them.

They were really scared.

This guy is simply a demon, a demon that eats people without spitting out their bones.

Ding Yi glanced at the white man and said abruptly: "Phil Group?"

"I dare to kill even Coster, so what do you think?"

Whoosh.

Just because they don't take action doesn't mean Ding Yi doesn't take action.

For now, Phil Group absolutely cannot stay.

This time, Ding shot one step at a time.

A lot of guns had already been snatched away earlier.

With the gun in his hand, Ding Yi was like a divine help.

One shot at a time.

No need to aim at all.

In response, the white man's face turned pale and his pupils suddenly dilated, because Ding Yi had already arrived in front of him.

"Remember, don't be reckless in your next life. You can't afford to offend China."

boom.

A gunshot rang out, and the white man was shot in the heart and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Ding ran to the side with flying steps, dodged the shooting of the two men, and then fired again.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just paper tigers.

Nowadays, Ding Yi has explained very well what strength is and what a killing god is.

Soon, Ding Yi got rid of these people. Just as he was about to enter the main cabin, dozens more people with guns came face to face.

Da da da.

The person on the other side shoots directly.

Fortunately, Ding Yi reacted quickly enough and quickly hid aside.

He thought for a while, and when he was about to fight back, suddenly, a group of people came in from outside.

That's right, it was the people from Longmen who came in.

Du Yushi, Yang Jinghong and others directly launched killing moves against these people, bullets flying randomly.

The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood were mixed together at the scene.

"My friend, are you okay?"

Yang Jinghong quickly came to Ding Yi's side and asked a little worriedly.

Ding Yi smiled: "Everyone was rescued?"

Yang Jinghong's pretty face softened: "It's safe now, everyone is on the plane."

Ding Yi breathed a sigh of relief at this moment: "It's good that they are fine."

Yang Jinghong stopped talking.

After noticing the woman's demeanor, Ding Yi had a bad premonition in his heart: "What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you later, kill them first."

After speaking, Yang Jinghong seemed unwilling to mention anything anymore. He transformed into a god of death and aimed the gun directly at these people.

Seeing this, Ding Yi took a deep breath coldly.

His bloody eyes were stern.

Now that they have been rescued, they no longer have anything to worry about.

Braving the hail of bullets, he rushed directly into the main cabin.

came here.

I found many people hiding in the corner shivering.

Among them, there should be a lot of staff, some traders, etc.

After Ding Yi glanced around for a week, he spoke in a low and deep voice: "Where is your mastermind?"

Mastermind?

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

However, a man wearing glasses stood up: "Are you asking, sir?"

"gentlemen?"

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment: "Who is sir?"

"Sir...yes, he is our talker here."

"oh?"

Ding Yijian raised his eyebrows lightly.

After a pause, he asked: "Yes, where did he go?"

"Left fifteen minutes ago."

When Ding heard this, his anger surged instantly and he asked: "Zhenzhen, have you noticed anyone going out?"

"No."

"But if the other party comes out from the bottom of the sea, we can't find it."

"Boss, what's wrong?"
To be continued...