When Da Zizaitian left, Shi Zhong seemed to have collapsed. I don't know when in this cold night, Shi Zhong's back was covered with sweat, and his originally invincible self-confidence collapsed. If he
If you attack yourself, what are your chances of surviving?
Shi Zhong didn't know, he only knew that in terms of fighting skills alone, even a hundred of him would not be his opponent!
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Humanity has such a long history, and has studied nature and itself for so long, but how could it be possible that nothing has been gained at all? For example, Mahatma Rahman practices the ancient yoga of India. His body functions have been developed to the extreme, and he has powers that ordinary people do not have.
, the general special forces background is not his opponent at all, of course, it is not a competition of gun skills, it refers to fighting skills.
On the way back, Shi Zhong felt a little heavy. He seemed to have caught something unusual. Why did Guoan send him here?
"Aha, Balamba, look, this Italian is so funny. He is covering his private parts. Is he worried that we will be interested in his lovely anus?"
Suddenly, a joking voice sounded. Shi Zhong was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw several Southeast Asians standing together in a semicircle in the street alley on the right. A white man was half-crouching in front of them, covering his lower body.
In front of them, next to the white man, two big black men were lying quietly on the ground.
Shi Zhong quickly hid his body behind a pair of sundries beside him and took a closer look.
"Shut up, Nilu, move faster, sometimes I really want to shoot you in the head!" The speaker was a Southeast Asian about 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles on his body and a very visual impact. If Jack were here
There will definitely be shouting here, because this person is none other than his mortal enemy Katana's number one general, Balamba.
"Damn it, if you dare to kill me, the entire Italian family will hunt you down!" The young Italian man said, covering his lower body in pain, but everyone could see that this guy was more scared than a kitten.
"Italy?" Balamba muttered, "If the Italians dare to step into the Philippines with guns, I will drive them over with an armored vehicle!"
Balamba didn't lie. In the Philippines, with their power, there is nothing they can't handle. On the contrary, in Italy, although those families are powerful, they must be within the scope of the law no matter how big they are, at least on the surface.
No one dares to use weapons such as rocket launchers, but in the Philippines, you can definitely have fun.
The Southeast Asian named Nilu took out his gun and fired a silenced shot at a black man on the ground. The Italian young man's face turned pale with fright. Nilu said: "Balamba, let me see you.
We are too careful. We have the most powerful weapons. I don’t believe that other forces can obtain powerful weapons like us. They only have pistols and submachine guns. Hehe, when the time comes, I will carry a rocket launcher and point it at the San Francisco police.
How generous it is to have a shot in the round!"
When Nilu was about to shoot the second black man, Balamba suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Nilu stopped and said.
Balamba picked up the modified revolver and strode toward the street entrance.
Shi Zhong's heart skipped a beat as he was discovered. It turned out that a piece of debris in front of him had been blown down by the wind. He cursed in his heart, saying that he couldn't leave. He quickly thought about how to deal with it!
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached. Balamba had already raised his powerful revolver and grinned. The people behind the pile of debris must have never expected that his revolver had been modified. One shot was enough to penetrate the enemy that was blocking him.
Although this will attract the police, he will have already left when the police come, so what are you afraid of!
Suddenly, Balamba felt his legs being pulled by a huge force.
"Oh,**!"
Balamba only had time to say this before his body fell down. He wanted to struggle up again, but found that his feet were tied together and he couldn't move. When he saw clearly what was tied to him,
I was startled, and immediately I felt a pain in my throat. An arrow made entirely of water hit my throat. The sound of "whooshing" in my mouth turned out to be the intake of air in my throat.
The body of a little over 1.9 meters only had time to struggle for a second or two before it lost all vitality, its eyes wide open, and it was obvious that it would not rest in peace.
"Balamba?"
When Nilu saw Balamba falling down, he wanted to laugh at first, but soon realized that something was wrong. He waved his hand and motioned for someone to go over and check. The other people were also careful and vigilant.
The Italian, seeing that the situation was a bit strange and that no one was watching him, slowly crawled back.
"ah!"
The Southeast Asian who went to check did not even fire a shot, but fell down, half of his body soaked in blood from his chest, a water arrow penetrated deeply into his heart, and red blood flowed out gurglingly.
"Who is it?" Nilu spat out a lot of Filipino words mixed with angry English. He raised his hand and fired several shots at the pile of debris. The others also shot, and the pile of debris was knocked down instantly.
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Shi Zhong was lying on the ground, his ears filled with the sound of "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang."
At the same time, don’t dare to neglect and concentrate on controlling the spiritual energy.
Suddenly, a Southeast Asian man made a sudden "Uh" sound, dropped the submachine gun in his hand to the ground, and dug hard at his neck with both hands. It seemed as if a hand was pinching his neck and his body fell to the ground.
This incident frightened Nilu, and he pointed his gun at the Southeast Asian man, but he did not find the murderer. The Southeast Asian man struggled uncontrollably and wanted to shout but could not utter a word. He quickly kicked his legs several times.
There was no movement, and his face turned purple.
At the same time, four Southeast Asians in a row were scratching their necks, their faces turned red from holding back, struggling to the end.
"Ghost? Ghost!"
Even though Niru had killed many people, he couldn't bear such a supernatural death. He wished he could turn into four legs and run towards the other end of the alley. However, after running less than ten meters, he screamed and the flower of death bloomed on his chest.
Fell to the ground!
The young Italian was so scared that he didn't dare to move. At this moment, he wished he had fainted.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise from the pile of debris. The young Italian man shrank his head and looked over with fearful eyes. He saw that, just as he imagined, a figure walked out with a blurred face. Every step of that person knocked on the door.
Move his heart.
"Are you OK?"
The voice seemed to come from hell, but it was so pleasant to Ferretti's ears, because he found that the face of the man was not blurry, but that he was carrying a street lamp. He did not see clearly. He had an oriental face, full of sunshine, as if
Angelic, of course, is just how Ferretti feels.
In Shi Zhong's eyes, he felt that this white man seemed a little crazy, his eyes were staring at him without moving.
"Are you okay?" Shi Zhong repeated again. Doesn't he understand English? Or is his spoken English too poor?
"Yes, thank you. My name is Ferrati. Thank you for saving me. Do you know Eastern magic?" Ferrati came back to his senses with excitement on his face. Of course, there was also some awe. In the eyes of Westerners, a strong man is
Worthy of awe.
Shi Zhong didn't understand, but seeing the little excitement on the white man's face, he knew what he meant. He shrugged and said: "Leave quickly, the police will be here soon. If you don't want to spend your next life in jail."
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Sure enough, Ferretti's expression changed, and he took out a business card and handed it to Shi Zhongdao: "Mysterious Easterner, this is my business card. Can you tell me your address? Or your name, I just want to express my feelings.
gratitude"
"You can call me Poseidon!" How could Shi Zhong tell this guy his address and real name? But seeing his expression that he wouldn't leave until he told me, he casually mentioned a nook and cranny that he didn't know.
Ferretti thanked him for a while, woke up the black man on the ground, then picked up the dead black man and waved away.
"vomit!"
After Ferretti left, Shi Zhong finally couldn't help the nausea in his stomach and vomited it out. He didn't feel better until the gastric juice was also clean. However, what made Shi Zhong strange was that he didn't feel the fear of killing in his heart. Perhaps this had something to do with it.
I must have killed many people with the Dragon Turtle before!
Regardless of spending a lot of spiritual energy, Shi Zhong summoned a stream of water, flushed his vomit and blood into the sewer, and left quickly.
Back at the hotel, Shi Zhong felt very tired. He seemed to be very excited tonight and fell asleep quickly.
In a coffee shop, Da Zi Zaitian walked in wearing a white sweatshirt. If you look closely, you will find that Da Zi Zaitian's right hand has been shaking, as if he had suffered some serious injury.
Sampras felt uneasy. It was already an hour before the appointed time. Why hasn’t the Lord God come yet? He has never been late. Thinking of this, Sampras shook his head. As a servant of the "Kingdom of God",
Of course he knows the strength of Da Zi Zaitian, one of the three main gods. There are less than ten people in the world who can kill him by force.
"What do you want from me? If there is nothing special, I won't mind crushing your head!"
At some point, Da Zi Zaitian sat across from Sampras. He was startled because he found violent flames dancing in Da Zi Zaitian's eyes. Sampras knew that Da Zi Zaitian must have encountered a strong enemy.
, I was surprised in my heart, who could make the Lord God to exude his violent momentum so unscrupulously. You must know that although Da Zi Zai Tian is known as the God of Destruction, it only manifests when he fights.
Sampras swallowed his saliva. He knew that Da Zi Zaitian was not talking nonsense. If he was not satisfied with what he said, he would probably die on the spot. He sorted out his thoughts and said: "My Lord, I met you today.
The man I talked about last time who was frightening, talented and beautiful, he”
So, Sampras exaggerated what happened today in Shizhong in the Chinese District tenfold. There were several details of the fight that Sampras told very clearly. However, this detail was about Sampras’ shootout in the Soviet Union.
Plagiarized from film to film.
"The fighting skills of Beitzina's special forces? Isn't he Chinese?" Da Zi Zai Tian murmured, and the violence in his eyes gradually subsided. After all, Da Zi Zai Tian is a person with divinity. To be continued.
