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"Stay away!"

After killing several of his men with the deadly flaming blade, Vladimir roared and pointed something like a rocket launcher at Weller. When Weller pulled the knife away from one of his men, he directly The expensive cannonball was fired.

"Whoosh!"

A cannonball was shot out at an extremely fast speed, but it disintegrated into dozens of micro-cannonballs during flight, falling in a semi-circle towards Weller, who was unable to avoid it.

Weller's eyes narrowed, and he only had time to press a medicine bottle to his mouth.

Boom, boom!

Explosion, explosion!

The flames of the explosion connected together, completely submerging Weller's position, and the mafia members who were chasing slightly closer were also swept away by the shock wave.

Vladimir sneered.

Although some people were injured, it was worthy of being produced by Stark Industries. Most of the power of the shells hit the ghost. As a single-person weapon for precise strikes, every shell was worthy of its price, and the effect was simply great. to explode.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a sacred golden light rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed in the explosion.

Shocked, he pressed launch again without hesitation.

The cannonball was shot out again, and the sacred light did not dodge, but hit it straight.

Boom, boom!

Continuous explosions appeared again, and even this time because he was also within the range, he was swept back by the shock wave.

but……

However, a figure suddenly rushed out of the center of the explosion. In his disbelieving eyes, he rushed in front of him and pinched his neck.

"How, how is it possible?"

He said with difficulty, and looked at the ghost with half of the mask disappearing, his face covered with blood, and his body full of wounds, and his eyes were full of shock.

Weller gasped softly, the cold murderous intent in his eyes was as real as ever.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, if he hadn't happened to draw the temporary invincibility potion before, he would have really been doomed this time!

Weller put the knife on Vladimir's neck, took out a bottle of red medicine with his other hand, and poured it into his mouth one by one under the watchful eyes of all the mafiosi.

Watching this scene, Martin, who was hiding aside, clenched his fists and exhaled softly, his whole body trembling with excitement.

So awesome!It’s simply awesome!I’m still in the mood to drink red wine at this time!

When he saw Weller being hit by a shell, he was completely stunned. But when he saw Weller rushing out of the explosion like a god of death, the sudden flip made him so excited that he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Weiler was a god in his eyes!

The three people who were hiding in the warehouse felt extremely shocked when they saw this scene.

Weller threw away the medicine bottle in his hand and felt relieved after feeling the wounds on his body recover quickly.

Vladimir's hands slowly moved to his waist.

"Do not move."

Weller said coldly, and the sharp blade cut a bloody gash on Vladimir's neck.

Vladimir's face froze.

"Let go of our boss!"

"You son of a bitch, come at me if you can!"

"Damn it, believe it or not, I'll kill you right away?"

Listening to the cries of the mafia around him, Weller said calmly: "For the sake of you having a group of good subordinates, I can let you go, but what do you want to buy your life for?"

Vladimir was stunned for a moment, but after he saw Weller's eyes, he grinned: "Do you believe this?"

Weller nodded: "You are very smart."

Seeing the murderous intent in Weller's eyes becoming more and more obvious, Vladimir said calmly: "After tonight, you will become the enemy of the entire Hell's Kitchen."

He knows his brother and will definitely do everything in his power to avenge him.

Weller chuckled, nodded and said solemnly: "Then I will take down the entire Hell's Kitchen."

Vladimir was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and was about to speak...

呲!

There was a clear sound, and the sharp blade flashed past his neck.

Seeing this scene, the mafias were stunned.

They never thought that Weller would dare to take action and be so decisive!

But the reason why Weller was talking nonsense to the other party was just to wait for the red pill bottle he drank to expire and recover as much as possible from his injuries.

just now……

Weller looked at the remaining mafiosi coldly, and the flames burned on the knife again.

Since they all shot with the intention of killing him, they should have no complaints if they were killed by him.

The breath became hot again, the flames roared again, Weiler was like a fierce fire, burning all the enemies clean.

There were less than twenty mafiosi left, and they were wiped out by Weller before they could even hold on for two minutes.

Weller's sword was retracted into its scabbard, and with a crisp sound, everyone who had been watching the battle woke up.

There was blood all over the ground and corpses everywhere. This scene was like hell.

Looking at Weller walking among the corpses, everyone had different expressions.

There is enthusiasm, anger, admiration, and fear.

At this moment, some people saw God, some saw the devil, and some saw a good father.

"Thank you."

Weller took Little Hope and thanked Brian. His polite manner was in sharp contrast to the killing field behind him.

Brian shook his head: "I want to thank you."

Weller smiled and said, "Let's go, there are police here."

George Stacy on the side looked livid, but he could only watch a few people leave. When Weller was no longer in sight, he sighed feebly and slumped on the ground.

Weller and his group quickly left the dock and came to the hidden corner where Brian kept his car.

Feeling the cold gaze from behind, Martin said to Brian with an embarrassed face: "Well, we meet again."

As he spoke, he forced a smile.

Brian's face was expressionless, Weller looked at the two of them, and his eyes finally fell on Martin.

Martin said hurriedly: "I'm just helping Boss Lai look at the goods. I have absolutely no idea about your daughter, and I haven't hurt anyone else."

"Looking at the goods?" Weller raised his eyebrows: "So, I saved you last time, but you joined a human trafficking gang?"

Martin broke out in a sweat and hurriedly explained: "I can only find out more information for you by joining the gang."

Weller smiled faintly, but Martin suddenly felt something in his heart and hurriedly added: "Also, to get more rewards."

At this moment, Brian said: "For the sake of ghost, I won't do anything to you..."

呲!

Before he could finish his words, he saw a blade of light passing through Martin's stomach.

Brian was startled, while Martin snorted, looked at the expressionless Weller in fear, then took a breath, grinned and said to Brian: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Xiao Jin was dumbfounded, while Brian frowned and nodded.

Weller put away the knife and said to Brian: "I owe you a favor this time. If you need help, call me."

As he spoke, he took out a paper and pen from Martin's jacket pocket, wrote down the number, and handed it to Brian.

Brian took it and put it in his pocket.

"Goodbye then."

"Goodbye."