Chapter 67: Devastated (recommended votes will be added)
Facing Fang Senyan's heavy punch, the *** man immediately felt an indescribable huge force approaching from the forward stabbing blade. The blade of the dagger he was holding was immediately unable to be held, and it bent directly and flew out.
There was blood flowing from the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
Not only that, Fang Senyan's punch continued to hit his face with an indescribable heavy and fierce wind. This person seemed to have received formal fighting training, and his arms would bend as soon as he retracted them.
He crossed his elbows in front of his body, forming a perfect protective posture.
But it's no use,
It's of no use at all,
Sheyan's force, which was four times stronger than that of a normal person, hit him heavily. To him, it was as irresistible and irresistible as fate! So what if he made a defensive posture? The strength attached to his fist directly knocked him to the ground.
The person was thrown four or five meters away, and his head hit the wall behind with a "thud" sound, staining large red and white marks on it, and then slowly slid down with his eyes wide open! Obviously he was not dead.
They are all half disabled!
After punching out, Sheyan didn't even look at the man's life or death. He blocked the door of the power distribution room with his feet slightly crossed. He looked at the remaining stunned man and said:
"Do you want to die or live?"
The remaining person was completely shocked and swallowed hard:
"Are you sent by the Sihai Gang or the Tiandao Alliance? If you go against our Bamboo Alliance Gang, you will only die!"
Sheyan ignored him and said calmly:
"Do you know where crabs live?"
"Crab?" The man was stunned.
Fang Sheyan said calmly:
"In his thirties, he has triangular eyes, broken eyebrows, and thin lips. He looks at everyone as if he owes someone else money."
"I know, I know, in the room on the right at the end of the corridor."
The man replied hurriedly.
Sheyan nodded and had no intention of getting into trouble with him. He knocked him unconscious and strode towards the end of the corridor. But when he reached the back of the corridor, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him:
"Stop, if you don't want your head to explode."
Sheyan frowned, turned around slightly, and saw a middle-aged man standing behind him, aiming a pistol with a silencer coldly at him. Moreover, the middle-aged man's hand holding the gun was quite stable, and it seemed that the gun handle was inlaid in the
There was a coldness in his palm that had seen blood and killed people.
At this moment, Fang Sheyan really felt that these people from the Bamboo Union Gang were still haunting him: He obviously just wanted to ask for directions, so why did he cause so many things? What's more, it was okay for him to be alone at this time. If he could save the three of them later,
When the kid comes out, then there is something real about killing rats! Killing one person is killing people, but killing ten is not killing people? Then simply eliminate all hidden dangers once and for all, so that when rescuing people, it will be clean and tidy.
When he thought of this, a flash of blood flashed across Fang Sheyan's eyes, and he stopped as he was told.
"Hold your head with both hands and squat with your face against the wall."
The middle-aged man holding the gun said slowly.
Fang Senyan had no expression on his face and did as he was told. Then someone came up to search him. After finding that Fang Senyan was not carrying a weapon, he walked away. Then someone said angrily at the entrance:
"Matsushita-kun and ngstone were both killed!"
In fact, the only person Sheyan killed was Mr. Matsushita. The Taiwanese ngstone was knocked unconscious. He must have seen the miserable state of the Japanese Mr. Matsushita first, so he had a preconceived impression in his mind, so he saw the Taiwanese ngstone.
He immediately concluded that he was dead. The middle-aged man didn't have anything to say after hearing this. He seemed to be the kind of person who was used to life and death. His face was as old as time. He pointed at Sheyan's gun and tilted it towards the passage next to him.
:
"Go in."
Fang Sheyan also had this intention. If he killed people in the corridor in such a public place, the noise would be too loud, and it would be too annoying to attract the police. I guess the people from the Bamboo Union Gang thought the same way, and the two parties hit it off immediately.
Sheyan followed them into the passage very cooperatively, then turned right and entered a room.
The area of this room is quite large, at least about 300 square meters. The furniture and other items are pressed against the walls, leaving a huge space in it. It looks very much like a martial arts arena in a dojo. It is very spacious and bright.
feeling.
The wooden floor in the center of the room is smooth and tough, and has been wiped very clean. It can even vaguely reflect the figure of a person, and it is slightly elastic when stepped on. On the far wall facing the door, with his back to the door, there is a man wearing a snow-white kimono sitting.
, he seemed to be admiring a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. Behind him was a very exquisite weapons rack, with a simple and old-looking samurai sword on the rack. It is worth mentioning that the man who had been "harassed" by Sheyan
The girl had already put on a kimono and was bending over to pour tea on the small table next to her. She seemed to have put all her energy into pouring tea and was not affected by the previous incident at all.
There were several people kneeling in the room. They were also in black suits, white socks, and leather shoes were taken off. However, Fang Senyan smelled a foul smell. It was obvious that someone had athlete's foot. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, looked like
He looked very majestic and said to the man who pointed the gun at Sheyan:
"Juan, what's going on?"
Nahuan replied calmly:
"Chairman, this man killed Matsushita-kun and Ngstone. I suspect that he is an undercover sent by other clubs to find out about our party."
At this time, Fang Senyan saw that the last person had entered the room and the door behind him was closed, and he suddenly felt calm. His face suddenly darkened, he twisted his neck as if nothing had happened, pinched his fingers and did some warm-up exercises.
An's pupils suddenly shrank and he shouted angrily:
"I told you not to move! This is the last warning!"
Fang Sheyan said calmly:
"I also give you one last warning. Anyone who wants to kill me will only have one fate, and that is death."
Hearing Sheyan's words, everyone showed sarcastic expressions. Only the Japanese man in a snow-white kimono who sat high on the platform with his back to this side remained indifferent and seemed to be completely immersed in that scene.
In the calligraphy and painting, I even touched the painting with my fingers, which looked quite intoxicating.
"Oh! So fierce? What a fool." Juan said sarcastically: "I want to kill you right now, but I want to see how I die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheyan suddenly lowered his body and rushed forward like an extremely ferocious beast! Juan immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the muzzle of the muzzle equipped with a silencer started to rise.
You can hear the "chichi" sound of the bullet entering the body and the sound of blood splattering. But the man in front of him did not fall down. Instead, he threw himself in front of him and raised his head! He spoke with a mixture of contempt/
He looked over with domineering/crazy/eyes.
"Why isn't he dead?" Juan couldn't help but have such a frightening thought in his mind. And his instinctive reaction was to shout loudly for help.
But at this moment, Sheyan hit him on the chin with an uppercut!
His language function has been completely strangled since then!
This punch directly sent Juan flying diagonally upward, almost half a meter above the ground. He even made a weird backflip in the air, and then fell face down! You know,
Juan, a middle-aged man, has a burly figure, nearly 190 centimeters tall, and looks very strong and capable. He weighs nearly 90 kilograms at least. Sheyan punched him alive and knocked him flying from bottom to top, nearly half a meter high.
, the ferocious power contained in the fist can be said to be completely beyond everyone's imagination.
Half a piece of bloody flesh flew out of the air. It turned out that when Sheyan punched, Huan was about to open his mouth to call someone. As a result, under the huge force, not only the mandible was immediately shattered, but also the contents of the mouth.
His tongue was bitten off alive, and thick saliva mixed with blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. His brain was greatly shocked, and his eyes turned white and he passed out. Even if he could not breathe, he would inevitably die.
It's a severe concussion!
However, when Fang Senyan launched an attack, the few people next to him were definitely not dead. They were all elites of the Bamboo Union Gang. Those who could be brought out by the "Chairman" to escort him were naturally very skilled. They immediately drew their guns and took aim.
Shooting. The action is done in one go, no less than a professional soldier.
But if Sheyan is a rookie who has just entered the space, he may still be a little confused. At this time, he has experienced life and death in the space, and has experienced dozens of large and small battles. How can he still be shot? After hitting that uppercut
I had already thought about the subsequent contingency before the boxing:
After knocking Juan away, he immediately ran forward, punched the nearest gunman in the chest, and then pulled him in front of him, directly using this unlucky guy as a veritable human shield!
The sound of "chichichichichi" shots with silencers kept ringing out, blood spattered everywhere, and even tore holes in the surrounding wooden lattice screens, but most of them failed to hit the intended attack.
The target was hit in the chest by Fang Senyan. The unlucky guy was already struggling to survive, but was hit by a few accidental bullets. He was immediately killed on the spot with his legs kicked off.
Fang Senyan pushed the corpse straight towards a gunman next to him. Once the distance was within three meters, he stepped out like a ghost, and with an extremely vicious sweep of his elbow, he flew into the air and spun 470 degrees, sending him flying.
In the next few seconds, Fang Senyan, who looked like a ferocious beast, charged left and right in the hall with great arrogance. Although he was shot three times in a row, the actual damage of about twenty points from each shot was already insignificant to him.
But the person who fired the shot was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again in his life.