Several motorcycles flew into the sky, and our doors were almost completely sunk in, and the monk and I were all upside down, and our heads hit the roof of the car hard, especially the monk was shocked and coughed violently.

"How's it going?Uncle's driving skills are not 6?" the butcher laughed, quickly shifting gears again, turning the steering wheel and heading forward to increase the horsepower.

"6 to explode, absolutely forcing the old driver! is whether it can be a little more stable. Brother Monk's body is a little unbearable..."I hugged the monk, and the monk coughed incessantly, and every time he coughed, he would vomit blood clots.

"I'm fine, get out of here first..."The monk's face was pale and white, without a little blood, it looked particularly scary, in fact, I don't really understand why the monk was just slapped by a dumb man Why did he hurt so badly. Could it be that the dumb man knows how to do internal strength?

If there is the kind of internal skill played on TV in this era, I don't believe it when I am killed, maybe the monk still has some secret illness or has not recovered from his previous injuries.

After a bit of drifting by the butcher just now, it was true that many of the motorcycles that were following behind us were cleared, but there were still a few lucky ones who dodged and flew like flies hanging from the back of the cars

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"Monk, can you carry it? I think if you float again, you will definitely be able to sweep away all the little rats in the back!" the butcher asked, looking at the reflector.

"I'm fine, you continue..."The monk wiped the blood from his mouth, looked back at the car, and waved his hand at the butcher.

"Good!" the butcher roared, just about to step on the accelerator and pull the handbrake. As a result, two semi-trailers pulling coal drove from the opposite side of us, and the two cars walked side by side, blocking the lane tightly, not to mention that we were driving a Land Rover, even if it was a small QQ, it was impossible to squeeze through.

"it, let's not talk about going against the road at high speed, it's two semi-trailers, and the Great Heavenly Empire doesn't have a king law yet!" The butcher hurriedly stepped on the brakes, in this case, let alone drifting, even if we put the right wings on the car, it would be difficult for us to fly.

Two semi-trailers in front of the road, five or six motorcycles remained, and it seemed that more than a dozen motocross bikes were whizzing in.

"You two stayed out of the car, and you really used my butcher as a meat seller! If it weren't for the lack of weapons in my hands, I would have cut these beasts alive!" the butcher cursed viciously, pushed the car door and prepared to get out of the car.

"Butcher, be careful! I think the interception at the junction just now. It's just that they test our appetizers, and the real killer move should be these people on the highway. The monk reminded.

"What a big thing, since the day I joined the Ninth Division, I never thought that I could enjoy my old age in peace!

"Lao Tzu butcher, who will send him to death!" The butcher was lying next to the car door, yelling at both sides, the butcher's momentum was like a rainbow, and the whole person stood straight like a killing god.

There was no movement on the two semi-trailers in front of us, but the group of motorcyclists who had been hanging behind our butts were ready to "buzz...", banging on the accelerator. As if waiting for someone's order, and as if studying how to attack, for a while on the straight highway, the engine roared, and people were particularly anxious to hear.

"Chasing us on the highway in broad daylight, did the people who abandoned the heavens really eat the gall of the leopard?" I asked in a low voice to the monk.

"In the past, they didn't dare to kill them, but now it's different, the leadership team is in the general election, I estimate that our superiors and the leaders of God are participating in the vote, and it is not difficult to block a highway in the tone of the state. The monk's eyes wandered, and he took out the strange-shaped mobile phone and glanced at it, "Sure enough." There is no signal at all, and there are no signal jammers installed on this road, and this time the people who abandoned the sky are doing their best to eradicate the two of us. ”

"Didn't you say that the Heavenly Forsaken had always been weak? There were almost no people in the whole organization in tatters, how could they suddenly become so powerful?"

"Fooled, Tianqi is actually not weak at all. They just deliberately used this way to show weakness to us, and I speculated that every time a newcomer was abandoned, it would be killed by Liu Qiankun and Manniu, and then these two guys would make up as newcomers. Now it seems that it is wrong, every time the newcomer does not do not do it, but is hidden by them, even the video I showed you. I guess they made it all out on purpose. The monk shook his head remorsefully: "To underestimate the enemy is not to die!"

"Damn, how many people did you accumulate that day? Could it be that those motorcyclists are all killers cultivated by Tianqi?"

"It's not that exaggerated, five or six people at most. You think that the Tianqi organization sells Chinese cabbage, and whoever wants to go in can get in, and the screening of Tianqi is extremely strict, but there is one characteristic. There must be a guilty person, and he must have killed someone. The monk shook his head and explained.

"Why?" I was even more confused.

"Killing people is addictive, and God Forsaken just gives those perverts who like to kill a chance to make a big difference. The monk's tone was a little low, and the butcher outside the car was still standing proudly outside the car, beating his chest and yelling: "Lao Tzu butcher, who will send him to death!"

The restless motorcyclists were still "coaxing" to screw the accelerator, and in an instant, as if they had been ordered by someone, they split half and pounced in our direction like predatory wolves.

There were two people on each motorcycle, one was wearing a helmet and was responsible for riding, and the other was responsible for attacking with a knife more than half a meter long. Instead, they walked back and forth around the car, as if they were going to stun the butcher.

Suddenly, the butcher suddenly moved, like a tiger descending from a mountain, and pounced straight on a motorcycle. A punch slammed into the cyclist guy, shattering the windshield, but you can imagine what good end the rider could have, and then threw the young man with the knife behind him directly out like garbage, and then picked up the opponent's mountain knife, and the bullfight shot down several other motorcycles separately.

Looking at the posture, those motorcyclists should not have received special training, and they are indeed stronger than ordinary people, but they are definitely not too strong. My hanging heart slowly let go.

"The butcher is awesome!" I exclaimed.

"He's good at short weapons, tight attacks! If he had two scalpels, he could kill this group of people in less than five minutes. The monk closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

"So ruthless?" I didn't believe it.

"Before your brother, the butcher was the most famous soldier king in the entire Nanjing Army, but he liked medical skills since he was a child, and he did not join the actual combat army, but chose the military hospital, and an operation accident. A big leader died before he was forced to enter the ninth department. The monk explained slowly.

"The ninth place is actually full of people who have made mistakes? I remember the fourth brother said that he worshipped you as a teacher in prison, and Zhang Hao was a violent person before..."

"It's different...", the monk interrupted me directly. Then he was silent for a while and said, "It doesn't seem to make a difference, our hands are also stained with blood, whether it's right or wrong, evil... It is true that we are all sinners, except that we profess to be atoning for our sins. And the forsaken continues to be abused!"

As we spoke, the butcher outside had easily knocked down five or six motorcycles, beating his chest and shouting: "Is this what the surname Bo can do? Come again, come again!" The butcher's face was sprayed with a layer of blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's, and he looked extremely terrifying, and several riders on the ground rolled "hum, hum, and rolled, and the motorcycle was thrown on the side of the wheel" and "squeaked and twisted." of the spin.

At this time, the remaining five or six motorcycles repeated the same trick again, whistling and surrounding us again, circling the butcher and the car back and forth, "Be careful!" The monk opened his eyes sharply and yelled at the butcher, but it was obviously too late, two of the motorcycles suddenly braked, and the young man sitting in the back took out two pistols from his arms and pointed at the butcher, "Bah... "It's two shots...