It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

He took a step forward without hesitation: "Since I know you will come."

A knife fell from under the sleeve and fell into the palm, the desolate blade, the desolate moonlight.

"Why would I leave her in such a dangerous place?"

boom!

The militants immediately turned the gun and successfully pulled the trigger and fired.

But the moment the bullet was drawn out of the barrel, it was split into two, connecting the gun barrel and the gun body, and the arm holding the gun.

Tsk... One arm was sliced ​​into two, the flesh and bones were separated, and it drooped on the shoulder.

The militant gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to split open. He staggered back, resisting the severe pain, and wanted to send a signal to call his companions.

But the next moment he noticed the knife. The knife was not special. He had seen ancient knives before, but the tactical knife was still better for soldiers.

As a mercenary, he has seen many masters with outstanding sword skills.However, no matter how fast a knife is, it is impossible to injure someone without blood, unless...

"Second Grade..." The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

The classification of the ninth rank of martial arts in the Ming Dynasty has already spread to the whole world. As a mortal, he can split a chariot with a single sword through daily practice, and only the East has it. Most of the world People are based on bloodlines, and because of this, this kind of enemy that deviates from common sense is the most terrifying, not only possessing extremely strong strength, but also possessing one-in-a-million combat experience.

He stared at the knife closely, guarding against the all-pervasive sharp sword energy, determined to crawl out even if a leg and a hand were broken, and then sealed the person in the room with firepower, and then thought of a way Evacuate!

He thought this way, but he never expected that Bai Wei raised his hand and threw away the weapon that swordsman and swordsman regarded as equally important to life. The sharp blade pierced through the door of the ward, and at the same time chained two guarded mercenaries outside the door. a gourd.

They didn't stand outside the door, but hid by the wall, but that didn't make any sense, because the wall that flew out of the knife was chopped into pieces, as fragile as freshly baked tender tofu.

The militant hurriedly backed away, and it was known that he heard a slam on the ground, his face mask was shattered, and his knee was on his chin. The brutal knee bump was not pure force, but also accompanied by violent energy coming out of his body. , When you reach the second-rank realm, it doesn't matter whether you have the knife in your hand or not.

Even with his knees, he felt like his jaw was being held in a meat grinder.

The face mask was shattered, the flesh was splattered, and the mandible was destroyed in an instant, and the immortal could only drink liquid food in the next life.

The fully armed man weighed more than [-] kilograms. At this time, he took off directly and smashed the door of the ward. His head was under the impact, and he had already suffered a concussion. The subconscious twitched.

The flying figure did not hit the wall and turned into a puddle of mud, but was clasped by one hand on the ankle, turned twice in the public area outside the spacious ward, and was thrown out as a throwing prop, like a A spinning blue spearman accurately hit the other two guard mercenaries in the corridor. They did fire, and the guns poured out ammunition, but they missed the target, and all of them flew over. On the militants who blocked the muzzle.

While beating his companion hard, he was also sent flying more than five meters away by a [-]-kilogram flying man.

Bai Wei glanced at the other end of the corridor, and with a swipe of the palm, the Tiger Head Han Dao flew back into his hand. He approached leisurely, swung the sword left and right, and dealt a fatal blow to the two mercenaries who hadn't gotten up in time.

It's like a traveler walking on the bridge in front of the gate of Mond, slaughtering a few pigeons to get poultry meat, highlighting a leisurely stroll.

The comical style of painting is indeed like this, but in reality, the two fell down clutching their necks, bleeding all over the ground, and after a while, there was no sound, and there was no last word.

【Foreign mercenaries】

【Comprehensive Level: 17】

After the person died, the dangerous entry above the head also disappeared, and there were no other entries, which proved that they were all human beings.

Bai Wei lifted the hood of one of them. A white man, a black man, and the three who were killed just now are all from different nationalities. Don't worry too much about the origin of the mercenaries, they are all people who died for money. that kind of people.

Bai Wei was about to walk away, but stopped again. He glanced at the Han knife in his hand, and then at the Uzi submachine gun that fell on the ground. This small submachine gun fired fast and was cheap. It was once used by mercenaries. The most favored weapon.

He picked up a submachine gun and pulled the safety catch. Although he had no experience in using firearms, he quickly found the way.

While fiddling with the guns, other mercenaries who heard the gunshots had already ascended the floors from the two stairs. The first wave of people noticed the corpses on the ground and Bai Wei standing in the corridor.

Here comes the firepower strike.

He didn't leave, and naturally waited for the crowd to gather on purpose, and immediately dodged into the duty room, avoiding the sweeping bullets, sparks shot from the walls, the glass windows were smashed, and fell to the ground and turned into garbage.

The nurses and doctors on duty were tied hands and feet, and their mouths were gagged. When they saw Bai Wei rolling in, they immediately widened their eyes. If they could scream, they probably already screamed. It is impossible not to spread the firepower. The police It is only a matter of time, and the advantage of time is mine.

Bai Wei didn't let go of the hostages, if they let go at this time, they would be honored on the spot within a second of rushing out.

Suddenly, the shooting stopped, Bai Wei closed his eyes and listened, and had a premonition that they might surround the room back and forth.

Immediately, the sound of metal rolling was heard, and something bounced along the corridor.

Grenade...

"Borrow it." Bai Wei took off the ballpoint pen on the chest of the doctor on duty, stood up and threw it, the ballpoint pen accurately hit the grenade, and it flew back to the direction of the mercenaries. The group of people immediately lay down to find cover or rolled all the way down the stairs.

"Mmmmm!" The doctor on duty wanted to say something.

Bai Wei peeled off the tape on his mouth: "What?"

"That ballpoint pen was given to me by my girlfriend... Mmmmmmm!"

"Show your sister's girlfriend!" Bai Wei put the tape on and added another layer.

He glanced at the ruined wall, sniffed the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, turned around and turned back out of the corridor, and launched a fire attack on the crowd behind the smoke. Uzi opened fire, bullets poured out, and he walked along the wall Running fast, stepping on the wall three times in a row, alternately left and right, like a flexible ghost, the previous sweep has completely destroyed the lighting system in the corridor, except for the flash of fire, the mercenaries can't find each other's figure.

After realizing it, the bullets had already poured from all angles.

The three people in the front row were shot to the end immediately. An unskilled mercenary pulled the safety of the grenade, but failed to throw it because he was shot and fell to the ground. The few people couldn't hear the rolling sound of the grenade immediately, because the gunfire was too loud, and when one of them stepped on the grenade and looked down, they uttered a muffled "fa".

Then there was an explosion inside the stairs, and the flames and shock waves overturned several people, just in time to bump into Bai Wei who was so excited to play a shooting game.

When the swordsman jumped into the crowd, there was no need to think about it. Within the visible range of the naked eye, none of the mercenaries in the corridor on this side was still alive.

【Temporary event】

[Kill them all! 】

【Current progress: 13/22】

"Nine more."

Bai Wei found a magazine, but failed to replace it within a few seconds, so he simply dropped the Woods submachine gun and replaced it with a Sand Eagle.

"I have to say, this thing works very well..."

Tiger Head Han Dao argued a few times in dissatisfaction.

With a knife in his right hand and a pistol in his left, Bai Wei felt that there was still a deviltriger short... Passing through the promenade, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from downstairs.

The rest of the mercenaries had already realized that the iron plate was mentioned, determined to stop the loss resolutely, and fled. Bai Wei was about to go downstairs to catch up, and one person on duty chased him out.

"Hey!" The doctor on duty threw a key over and said, "I came here by motorcycle today!"

Chapter 120

There is a Harley in the parking lot. Bai Wei has no pursuit of motorcycles. The only magic car he remembers is Wuling.

Insert the key, turn on the accelerator, the engine roars, the lights come on, and the motorcycle heads to the public road.

After leaving the hospital, the mercenaries on the two off-road vehicles felt terrified.

"This time it really fell!"

"The ones left probably won't survive."

"I thought it was just an ordinary hijacking, how did it happen! How many people are on the other side, scaring you out of your wits?"

"One."

"On a?!"

"You didn't see him, so of course you think he's alone! Maybe it's an extraordinary class! Maybe a high-level blood descendant, or an immortal from the Ming Kingdom, or an old monster in human skin! Who(TM) knows what he is What is it, you can't hit it with a single shot!"

"Hurry up! Go to the station on the beach! I've been shot!"

The quarrel continued, and suddenly a mercenary with sharp ears heard something, stuck his head out of the car window, and looked behind.

Under the light of the streetlights on the expressway, he saw a motorcycle speeding fast, apparently over the speed limit, and the rider was crisscrossing back and forth in the traffic flow in a frenzy. The roads of New Tokyo have already been built. , there is definitely not much traffic at night, but even fast-paced speedsters will not choose this road to gallop!

He narrowed his eyes, and faintly saw something glowing with silver light.

When he saw it clearly, he suddenly realized that it was a raised silver sand eagle, aimed right at his head.

"He's coming!" the mercenary screamed.

Then only a gunshot was heard, half of his head was pierced and shattered, red and white overflowed, and he fell on the back seat of the car, motionless.

"Fuck, lunatic!" A non-blood man gritted his teeth, lifted the roof of the off-road vehicle, set up a machine gun and fired wildly at the rear.

The high-speed vehicle was galloping and bumping, and there was no way to aim carefully. It just hit rows of mud spots on the ground, and he was not the only one with a gun. The mercenary just punched out a magazine and retracted his head to change it. Good bullet, the other person was shot in the head just as he showed his head and tried to replace him.

Once the fire suppression stops, the opponent's accurate hit rate can kill one person with only one shot each time, and the ammunition capacity of [-] inches is exactly nine rounds!

"Fire suppression! Fire suppression!" the mercenary roared.

The two cars are not driving side by side, because Yingzhou is too small, the widest lane is only four lanes, and the road leading to the seaside station is even narrower with two lanes!

So the only car behind that can form a firepower attack, but there are only two living people left in this car, the driver and the co-pilot.

The co-pilot had already been shot, and it was impossible to stand up and shoot. The driver looked in the rearview mirror and noticed the approaching motorcycle.

He shook his head.

Labor and management will kill you!

"You want to kill me, you want to kill me, don't you? Watch me crush you to death!"

He suddenly slowed down, turned the steering wheel, turned the off-road vehicle around, swerved and crashed into the Harley motorcycle.

Such a large and massive car is a kind of killing tool, just like a hoe and a harvester. Many people's first reaction when they see it is not that it is convenient, but that it is scary. Although it is a farm tool on the surface, if On the battlefield, harvesting human life is not much more difficult than harvesting ears of wheat.

Roaring and screaming, the off-road vehicle collided with the Harley motorcycle. The difference in quality determined the result, and it was basically a pebble hitting a rock.

A two-way collision is coming.

But the driver suddenly saw the other party raise his right arm, and a knife caught the desolate moonlight.

Raise the knife and cut it down...

He saw the endless moonlight, and the off-road vehicle shook slightly. He noticed that his eyes were separated towards the sides, and his hands and feet did not obey the command. In the howling wind, his body and the vehicle were like scattered The dissatisfied internal strife team spread out in all directions, and all ran away from home.

The vehicle is separated from the middle, but it is not two even pieces, but like onions that have been chopped indiscriminately.

The Harley motorcycle hit it, and there was only a slight collision. The off-road vehicle was like a blue and white porcelain bottle hit by a bowling ball. Gasoline was filled, a raging fire burned in the middle of the road, and the chopped up human body was also burned.

The Harley motorcycle continued to drive, chasing the final goal.

The previous car had seen everything, although it didn't see how the off-road vehicle was smashed.

The driver roared wildly: "Don't let him get close, let him lean over, the whole car will be smashed! Covered by firepower, covered by firepower!"

No matter how afraid of death, the mercenaries with their hands and feet stuck out their heads and hands, shooting wildly, trying to drive the opponent out with firepower.

The opponent occasionally fired once or twice, and the two sides fought for 10 minutes. Only one mercenary lost his balance in a hurry and was shot through the throat by Sand Eagle.