[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

Are you alone? "

"No, there is a black-haired Sarkaz man with her. Strange, isn't it that she always walks alone?"

"Don't care about these details! The target has already appeared, and the original plan remains unchanged. You continue to keep an eye on her and that man, report the location at any time, and I will bring someone to meet you here!"

"Roger that!"

In the shadow of two clumps of asparagus potted plants, a Sicilian wearing a fisherman hat and a dusty overcoat put down the walkie-talkie in his hand.He is like a gray shadow, dotted with the black-winged angel holding the flowerpot and the demon around "her" not too far away.

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Chapter 8 Who came up with the bad idea of ​​letting two enemies block one to fight and one to block three enemies [Part [-]]

"We may be being followed."

Using the cover of a row of flowers in front of him, Yan Ke whispered to the mourners, "Two at the rear, one behind the red float in front, all wearing gray fisherman hats."

"Yeah." The undertaker nodded.

How could the senior operators of Rhodes Island be ignorant of being followed all the way?Even if Yan Ke didn't point it out for him, the mourners would have already spotted a few gray shadows behind them: "The one in front is the Volpo, I can see the tail. The two in the back, I can't see clearly." .”

"It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly, it's either Volper or Ruper anyway."

"Syracusans?"

"More than that. They look like Sicilians." Yanke reached out to his neck, and used his black-dyed thumbnail to stroke at the height of Adam's apple, "Do you know what this means, civil servant?"

"We're being targeted by the Mafia," the undertaker answered him softly.

Although the outside world and newspapers call these thugs the "Mafia", in the Syracuse area, they are called "friends of friends", and among them, members who are good at close combat and often rush to the front line of fights are called gangsters. For "Sicilians".Sicily is a small island in Syracuse. It was once famous for being rich in the mafia. In its heyday, even the police and officials had no place to stand.Yanke wandered in Syracuse for a while before, so he spoke the local slang of Syracuse.

At this time, both of them were squatting in front of a float, using the action of picking succulent potted plants as a cover to communicate quickly and quietly.

"I'm confused. Why are we being targeted by the Mafia?" the undertaker asked.

"Who knows. Maybe it feels like you've insulted them."

"But I didn't insult them."

"For Sicilians, even imaginary insults are enough for them to attack you." Yan Ke said, "Do you want to attack you at the flower festival?"

The mourner frowned and tugged at his sleeve, showing him the potted flower he was holding in his hand, the rare grapefruit red Ruyi Queen Evergreen.Such a plant can only grow in a peaceful and tranquil land like Longmen. If it were Yanke's hometown Kazdale, the cost of cultivating such a evergreen is no less than drilling D32 steel holes and filling them with oil.

Yanke thought for a while, and suddenly snatched the flower pot from the mourner's arms.He stood up gracefully and asked the owner of the float, "Can I borrow your pen?"

The boss is a simple Fengti tribe, wearing a big apron full of pockets, with several signature pens pinned to the opening of the pocket on the chest.He happily took out a pen and handed it to Yan Ke, and asked at the same time: "What does the guest want a pen for?"

"Write a name, and I will pay you back soon."

Yanke circled the evergreen flowerpot with one hand, bit open the cap of the signature pen with his teeth, and signed "Flamebringer" on the side of the reddish-brown flowerpot.

Then he handed the pen and the flower pot to the boss, and said with a smile: "Boss, can I leave this pot of flowers with you? ..." As he spoke, he quietly pressed down on the shoulder of the mourner with his fingertips, preventing his companion from trying to stand up: "I just said that his stomach is not very comfortable, do you know the nearest toilet?" How to go?"

This set of logic seems to be very satisfactory.The boss of the Fengti clan did not doubt him, and enthusiastically pointed them in the direction of a public service station outside the flower market.

"Is your friend okay? I saw his face turned pale from the pain..." he added uneasy.

At this time, Yan Ke just helped the mourner to stand up straight.The mourner understood Yanke's plan, but he didn't know how to pretend to be someone who had a sudden abdominal pain, so he continued to be paralyzed with a cold face.It's just that he didn't expect his natural pale complexion to have a miraculous effect at this time.Yan Ke made a full-fledged scene of a warm-hearted friend.He bowed his waist and hurriedly helped the mourners to walk out of the flower market, with anxiety written all over his face, and from time to time he lowered his head and whispered some instructions.

"They're coming up, there's an increase in numbers—I see, two more Rupers," he whispered in the mourner's ear.

"So their target is indeed us." The mourner's voice gradually turned cold, "Should we arrest them and send them to the Longmen Guard Bureau?"

"The premise is that we have to defeat them first. You have a weapon, don't you, Angel."

"Ah."

Then there is nothing to say.As soon as they walked out of the flower market, the two gave up the pretense of warm-hearted friends and unlucky stomachaches.Yan Ke strode forward, his sharp eyes swept across the street of Longmen, quickly memorizing and evaluating the terrain.The mourners were half a step behind him, paying attention to the pursuers behind them by the reflection of the windows on both sides and the corner of their eyes.

The Sicilians who followed them were six in all, all males, two Volpers and four Lupers, of medium height and neat steps.The four who rushed to the front were holding walkie-talkies in their hands, and the coats of the other two were bulging, and there might be some weapons hidden underneath.

Because all the attention was on the Sicilian behind him, the mourner was walking in Yankee's footsteps. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Yanke had led them into a narrow dead end.

Longmen, a mobile city, has a small land area but a large population. Many houses in the old city have been built privately and indiscriminately. What they are now living in is a dead end between two privately built earthen walls.It's not even a regular straight alley, but a flared mouth that's small on the inside and big on the outside.Six Sicilians soon appeared in front of the alley.They were all wearing uniform iron gray overcoats and gray bucket hats. At first glance, they looked almost like duplicates of the same person, blocking the not-so-spacious bell mouth tightly.At this time, the two Sicilians standing at the front had already rolled up their sleeves, revealing tattooed arms and fists as big as sand bowls, and walked towards them fiercely.

"Why did you choose this kind of place?" The mourner turned around and took off his hood.The moment they saw his appearance, the expressions of all the Sicilians relaxed a little.

But after a moment of loosening, the two Sicilians standing in the last row looked at each other, and at the same time drew a black crossbow from under their coats.

It seems that they did recognize the wrong person, but what's going on if they continue to attack?The Undertaker instinctively felt that his companion might be the problem.He tilted his head slightly, just in time to meet a pair of golden pupils with a fiery smile, and the killing intent contained in them was so aggressive, no wonder the Sicilians who were hostile to these eyes would choose to fight back without hesitation!

A bloodthirsty smile had already climbed onto the corner of Yanke's mouth.He lowered his figure slightly, and took out a Kizlyar "Phoenix" fighting knife made in Ursus from the overalls pocket on the outside of his right thigh.The right pocket of the overalls turned out to be a fake, with a deadly weapon strapped to it, almost as long as his thigh.

Even if he was as calm as a mourner, he had the urge to shake his head and sigh at this moment.In this matter, he and Yanke are actually on the same level.The platinum-haired angel lowered his head and lifted the hem of the coat and sweater, and pulled out the Beretta 92F that had been waiting for a long time from the leg strap.

The two Volper shooters with their crossbows had fallen into despair.

They couldn't help scolding the fool who misreported the news in their hearts.Originally, their task object should be a black-winged Chimera sorceress—a suspected hybrid of Sakota and Sarkaz, who can only release Originium spells at close range, and once they get away from it, they can only be mermaids, so They brought these crossbows with confidence.But now, shit, they're following the wrong guy!Not only that, but this damned Sakota man even went out to a flower party with a gun tied to his leg!

What kind of embryo killer is this!

Beretta's muzzle flashed out.One of the shooters was pierced through the shoulder before he could pull the trigger, and fell backwards screaming.

His companion tightened his fingers subconsciously.The remodeled crossbow spears were fired in succession, and the three jet-black short arrows flew towards the face of the mourner in a straight line.It's a pity that the next moment the crossbow was released, he also screamed and fell backwards.The Undertaker's bullets came faster than his crossbow bolts, and the handle of the crossbow was torn apart from his palm with lightning and flint!

A third shot followed and was pointed into the air.Three poisoned lianju crossbows collided head-on with a bullet, and they died together in the air less than five meters in front of the mourners.

He straightened the furry collar of his coat expressionlessly, lowered Beretta's black muzzle, and walked towards the two shooters who fell on the ground step by step.

On the other side, the battle between Yanke and the Three Sicilians was equally fierce.People in Sicily wear metal gloves, and the raised metal ribs on the base of the fingers are equivalent to knuckles, and sparks are scattered when they collide with the blade of the "Phoenix".Relying on his height advantage and agility, Yan Ke kept dodging the incoming fists, once he opened the distance, he immediately caught up with his sharp leg skills.The tactical boots with the soles painted orange made a whistling sound in the air.One of the Sicilians was accidentally swept in the side of the head by the toe of a boot.Dizzy, he stepped back a few steps, and when he touched his lower lip, he wiped his nosebleed.

Of course, Yan Ke would not give him time to experience the nosebleed.A heavy straight kick came whistling, kicking the unlucky guy out of the battle.

"Very good, there are two more..." Yan Ke wiped his slightly sweaty forehead hair.Although it was already late autumn and near winter, his whole body was hot, and the top of his head was steaming with white steam. "That's right, you are obviously more qualified to be my opponents than the group of useless people who were chasing after me in Syracuse a few years ago!"

He moved his shoulders and neck, took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment: "It's strange, there should be one of you... Let him go together!"

While speaking, his gaze had caught sight of the last Sicilian standing in the shadow of the alley entrance.That was also a member of the Lupus tribe, but he was even thinner than Volper, with a wretched and drooping wolf's tail tucked under his coat.He seemed to have noticed that Yanke was looking at him, so he raised the walkie-talkie in his hand nervously and triumphantly, and shook it at Yanke.

The heavy panting sounded from far to near, and even the road was vibrated by it, as if some huge monster was running towards them.

The mourner, who had just walked to the entrance of the alley and was about to tie up the Volpo shooter, suddenly narrowed his pupils in surprise.He was caught off guard and caught sight of a giant.The opponent is at least twice as tall and three times as strong as an ordinary person, and his huge body is unstoppable.His long, greasy hair and strange armor covered his entire body, making it impossible for the Undertaker to tell his race.

Special Operators - Bullies, on the scene!

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Yanke: tnnd, let's two block one to fight and one block three? !