When Liangcha heard Xiao Feng's words, a strange color flashed deep in his eyes, and he curled his lips: "Brother Feng, you really don't give me a chance to show off, ugh,"
"Come on, there will be plenty of opportunities to show off in the future. Now let's find a way to deal with the situation now," Xiao Feng said angrily.
Liangcha looked around and made some calculations: "There are probably more than 400 people. Hey, if we can kill these 400 people, we will be awesome."
In fact, in their hearts, whether it is Xiao Feng or Liang Cha, they all know that even if they are very good at fighting, they can fight ten, twenty, or even fifty people, but can they kill two hundred people? Don't watch those movies. In the novel, no matter how awesome a person is, he can kill as many people as he wants.
Killing is a laborious job. Even if two hundred people stand still in front of you and you try to kill them hard, you will be tired and weak. Xiao Feng and herbal tea are very strong, but they will also cause fatigue during the battle, affecting your own speed and speed. strength.
As for the one that kills hundreds of people with one strike, that's a martial arts novel; the one that kills thousands of people with one strike, that's a cultivation novel; the one that splits a planet with one strike, damn, that's a fantasy novel, let alone using a knife. , even if the protagonist of a fantasy novel farts, it will destroy several planets and kill billions of people.
Xiao Feng was unsure. If he was in his heyday, two hundred people would not dare to say that, but one hundred people would be fine. He went to Africa to do a mission, and all his companions died, leaving him alone. In the midst of hatred, With support, he slaughtered a tribe alone with a knife.
Of course, it was a small tribe, with only more than 130 people. When he killed the last person, his revenge was avenged, and the strength in his body seemed to have been drained. He could not even stand up, let alone lift his sword. He couldn't even raise his hand. There was a kid at that time and he could kill him.
Now Xiao Feng is not in his heyday. He can kill as many as fifty people at most before he is tired and loses his combat effectiveness. If he is injured, his combat effectiveness will be reduced sharply. Injuries are inevitable. No matter how awesome he is or how good he is in fighting, he will not be able to fight. Will be injured in the melee.
Xiao Feng's hand touched his trouser pocket. There was the Shun Wan that he had put in his bag this morning. Although the side effects of Shun Wan were too great, in the final critical period, he could only take it. He had no other choice. The choice, hopefully, will not lead to the worst-case scenario.
"Herbal tea, I don't like to be passive, you can do it yourself," Xiao Feng finished his words, his body turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the younger brother who was surrounding him. When the younger brother jumped up, he pulled out the dragon pattern dagger and instantly cut off a Blood spurted out from the younger brother's neck.
The dragon-marked dagger must see blood when it comes out. It is a magic weapon, and it is also a murderous weapon. It has been by Xiao Feng's side since he was a child. It has killed countless people and drank a lot of blood. Tonight, it will become Xiao Feng's partner again and fight its way out.
In less than ten seconds, Xiao Feng used a dagger to cut off the necks of the three younger brothers. His body was already wet with blood. In addition to murder, there was another thought in his mind, which was doubt, deep doubt.
Not far away from Xiao Feng, Liang Cha also took action. In his hand was a machete that he had snatched. Every move he made was done skillfully. If it cuts the most vulnerable part of the human body, it must be a sharp blow. Kill without wasting the energy of the second sword.
Screams spread everywhere.
Blood sprayed into the night sky.
This night is a night of killing.
The moon also completely hid in the clouds, making the sky darker and darker.
Five minutes passed, and Xiao Feng could no longer remember how many people's necks he had cut with the dragon-patterned dagger. His face and body were all scarlet and sticky, constantly stimulating his murderous intention.
Ten minutes passed, and Xiao Feng's speed obviously slowed down a lot, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his bright and deep eyes.
The situation at Herbal Tea is almost the same as that of Xiao Feng. The machete has been replaced by a third one, and the first two have completely curled blades for cutting.
Liangcha glanced at the situation here, and after slashing the younger brother's face with a knife, he rushed over quickly, "Brother Feng, how are you?"
"I'm fine," Xiao Feng was distracted, and a machete flew over and rubbed his back, cutting off a piece of flesh as big as his fist.
"Fuck you," Xiao Feng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth to hold back the burning pain in his back, and looked at the boy on the right who had empty hands.
It's him.
Xiao Feng raised his foot and kicked some of the boys away, turned over and picked up a machete from the ground, swept it in a circle and pushed back the boys around him, and went straight to the boy with empty hands. It was the machete he threw just now.
"Looking for death," Xiao Feng finished his words, holding up the machete in his right hand, and slashed hard at the younger brother's neck.
The younger brother was stunned. He stood there with his eyes wide open, looking at the machete coming at him. He didn't know how to hide. Of course, he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.
The machete struck the young man's neck with thunderous force. There were only a few crisp sounds of "ka-ka", and the machete broke several bones in a row and came out diagonally from the armpit.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The boy's head and half of his shoulders fell to the ground with a 'pop' sound and blood splattered everywhere.
The most terrifying thing is the headless body, which still maintains a standing posture. The blood from the arteries and large blood vessels spurts out, like a human-shaped fountain. It is about two or three meters high, and within a radius of three meters, all the blood pours. rain.
Perhaps, before he died, this young man remembered Ding Gu's words: One knife to chop Xiao Feng is worth one hundred thousand yuan; one arm is worth three hundred thousand; one leg is worth five hundred thousand; killing him is worth two million.
One hundred thousand yuan, for an ordinary boy, that is undoubtedly an astronomical figure. Let him risk his life to give it a try. Now, he slashed Xiao Feng with a knife and got one hundred thousand yuan. However, this one hundred thousand yuan is destined. Take the Lifeless Flower.
With the machete in his right hand and the dragon pattern dagger in his left hand, Xiao Feng began to kill crazily. He could feel that the wound on his back was bleeding continuously. Several times, he wanted to take Shunwan, but he understood that he had not yet At the last moment, I couldn't eat it.
"Brother Feng, are you okay?" Liang Cha was not having a good time either. A knife was cut on his left arm, which penetrated about one centimeter into the flesh and was bleeding profusely.
"It's okay," Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger into a younger brother's neck.
Generally speaking, the pressure on the herbal tea side is less than that on Xiao Feng, because he has not been clearly marked with a price. The guys from the Skull Group are rushing towards Xiao Feng with all their strength, and one chop is worth 100,000 yuan.
Suddenly, an unknown premonition emerged from Xiao Feng's heart. He subconsciously looked in one direction. Although the sky was very dark, he could still clearly see that less than ten meters away from him, a person raised his head. hand.
Xiao Feng didn't have time to think too much. He threw his body to the ground and grabbed a corpse to block himself.
"Puff", there were two muffled sounds, and the bullet hit the corpse.
Xiao Feng didn't dare to stay too long, threw his hands and smashed the body towards the gunman. After rolling a few times, he grabbed a machete and shot out based on his feeling.
It has to be said that Xiao Feng was very lucky and his feeling was very accurate. The machete hit the gunman's wrist holding the gun without any bias. Blood spurted out and screams were heard. The hand holding the gun grabbed the pistol and fell to the ground. Constantly trembling.
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, he exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards the gun on the ground. He grabbed the pistol, and at the same time paid the price of being slashed.
"I'll chop him, one hundred thousand yuan, haha," the younger brother held up the knife and laughed excitedly. An orange-red bullet whirled at high speed, shot into his mouth, passed out from the back of his head, and brought up a bunch of people. Blood mist.
Xiao Feng got up from the ground, looked down at the injury on his thigh, held a pistol in his right hand, and a dagger in his left hand. He gritted his teeth and yelled crazily: "Come on, don't you all want to chop me down? Come on, come on, damn, one hundred thousand yuan You also have to have a life flower,"
Xiao Feng raised his gun and pointed it at the head of a younger brother: "Do you want to kill me? Come on."
The younger brother's face turned pale and he backed away in fear.
Don't look at the fierceness of each of them just now. They were blinded by money and were holding on to some luck. Now with a gun to their head, how can they be fierce?
Xiao Feng did not fire, but pointed at the other younger brother with a ferocious face: "Then you want to kill me, come on, let me see if you can survive and spend money,"
This guy also took a few steps back and even hid behind others, how dare he fart.
Xiao Feng pointed out a few boys, and they all had the same reaction. None of them wanted money or life. Just now, they were as fierce as tigers. That was because of a bit of luck and following the crowd. As for now, the boys don't look at others and they just don't move. Don't dare to move anymore.
"Herbal tea, come here," Xiao Feng shouted.
Liangcha covered her arms, kicked away a few younger brothers, walked up to Xiao Feng, and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"
"Langcha, let's go, walk out slowly, don't drive," Xiao Feng casually pointed his gun at the Skeleton Team member, and slowly moved outside with Liangcha.
Xiao Feng did not drive. In this case, driving was purely an act of seeking death. Let alone the shooter on the other side, even if you crashed out, you could hit a few people, ten or eight. When the car knocks down someone, it will It affects the direction of the car, and even when the human body is crushed into the wheels, the car cannot drive at all. When the time comes, hum, you will catch a turtle in a jar.
"Kill them, the boss will give you a big reward," suddenly, a voice came out.
Xiao Feng didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger on him.
He deliberately removed the silencer, and the gunfire echoed under the bloody night sky.
Why remove the silencer? There are two benefits:
One, it is more shocking than killing someone silently.
Second, it can attract the attention of people around you. It is best if someone can call the police.
Although it is said that the police in China are not very efficient and usually like to arrive at the scene after the fact, please note that this is in China. Once a "gun" is involved, it is a major case and the police will take it very seriously.
Xiao Feng is gambling and has no choice.
"Brothers, kill him, each will get 10,000 yuan. Whoever kills him will get a bonus of 3 million yuan," Ding Gu's voice came from the door.
Following Ding Gu's words, the young man at the scene looked at Xiao Feng obviously differently.
10,000 yuan.
3000000.
What a tempting number, one step to heaven, one step to hell, fight it out,