Tu Beihuan hit it successfully, leaned back directly, raised his leg and slammed his knee into the gunman's lower abdomen, knocking him back half a step, and his head hammer also missed.

He followed with a kick in the gunman's chest, taking advantage of the backflip and backing away.

Two bayonets were drawn out of the body with two springs of blood spurting from the blood tank.

The gunman was kicked back two steps, but his face remained unchanged, raising the muzzle of his gun and aiming at Tu Beihuan, who was retreating.

Suddenly, a hand pressed against the barrel of his gun and pressed down.

A woman with short hair and a cold face appeared beside him, looked at Tu Beihuan who retreated, and said coldly, "The captain wants to live." ”

When the gunman heard this, he lowered the muzzle of his gun and suddenly coughed.

Tu Beihuan's two knives pierced the lobes of his lungs, and blood foam overflowed from the knife on his chest and from his mouth and nose.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and threw the gun to the woman: "For the organization." ”

The woman took the gun and nodded expressionlessly.

Tu Beihuan looked down at the color of the blood remaining on the blade, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Red, he's human, but why doesn't he react at all?

The gunman drew a foot-long dog-leg knife from his waist and strode towards him.

Tu Beihuan sneered, flicked his left hand, and a knife flower appeared, and the bayonet in his hand was changed to a straight grip.

Who gave you the courage to give up the gun and not use it, but to fight the knife? Who gave you the courage?

When I played with the knife, you weren't born yet!

The gunner strode forward, and was already in front of him, raising his hand and slashing down.

Tu Beihuan watched the blade fall, and suddenly moved sideways and took a step, narrowly avoiding this knife slash.

The right hand grasped the handle of the knife and slashed upwards diagonally, smearing it on the wrist of the gunner, and the sharp blade directly cut the tendons of the gunner's hand.

As soon as the five fingers were loosened, the gunman was unable to hold the knife, and the dog-legged knife came out of his hand, hovered and flew out, and slashed into the ground in front of him.

Tu Beihuan was a little disappointed, and the gunman's fearless performance reminded him of the chief's personal guards, which were also a group of monsters who were not afraid of pain and death.

But it was clear that the gunman, in addition to his same disregard for pain, was far from the leader's personal guard in terms of strength and speed.

The gunman was expressionless, withdrew his right hand, raised his knee and kicked out with a whip kick.

Tu Beihuan's left hand stabbed out, and the blade directly grazed the bone seam and penetrated his knee.

Pulling hard to the side of the waist, the gunman suddenly lost his balance and was pulled close to the front by him.

Taking a step forward, Tu Beihuan leaned sideways into the gunman's arms, and his right hand holding the bayonet stabbed directly into his abdomen and slammed upward.

The sharp blade cut directly through the gunner's abdominal cavity, and it didn't stop until it touched the ribcage.

The gunman's muscular abs wrapped around his internal organs and didn't let it pour down, but the blood still poured out like a floodgate.

"For the organization!"

The gunman's expression became a little distorted, he suddenly reached out his intact left hand and pinched Tu Beihuan's right hand, and the other left hand that had been picked off the tendons was raised and hugged directly towards his neck.

Tu Beihuan's right hand was caught, and he chose to draw his left hand knife as soon as possible, but the gunman bent his right leg and stuck his blade with a bone.

Behind the gunman, hurried footsteps appeared, but it was the short-haired woman who rushed towards them like an agile leopard.

Tu Beihuan clenched the bayonet in his left hand, twisted it twice, lifted it up, and the blade directly unscrewed off the gunman's patella, and then got out of trouble.

But his right hand was still clutched by the gunman.

With a knife in his left hand, he stabbed the gunman in the temple.

Suddenly with a head up, the gunman dodged his temple, but the blade pierced directly through the right side of his face, through his mouth, and protruding from the left side of his face.

The gunman snapped his mouth shut and bit down on his blade.

Tu Beihuan was a little uncomfortable, this gunman's lifeless exchange of injuries for injuries was quite a bit of the style of the leader's personal guard.

Seeing the short-haired woman approaching, Tu Beihuan's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, he let go of the handle of the knife and smashed his fist on the gunman's chin.

The tremendous force directly smashed his right mandible, and the gunman's mouth loosened and he could no longer bite down.

Holding the hilt of the knife again, Tu Beihuan pushed the knife forward, and the sharp blade directly cut the gunman's masseter muscle, slice open his esophagus, and then unloaded his entire tongue along with his entire jaw.

The short-haired woman rushed forward, took a dagger, and stabbed at him.

Tu Beihuan jumped backwards, but the gunman still held his right hand and was led forward by him and fell forward.

"Ho Ho ......"

The gunman could no longer speak, and could only breathe out puffs of scorching air from his throat, but his eyes were still fixed on Tu Beihuan.

Damn, it's really troublesome for people who aren't afraid of pain!

Tu Beihuan dragged the gunman, took two steps back again, dodged the dagger of the short-haired woman, and sat down next to the dogleg knife stuck in the ground.

Throwing away the bayonet in his left hand, he pulled out his dog-leg knife and slashed off the gunman's left hand with a single blow.

But after the cut, the left hand still clutched his wrist and did not let go.

The short-haired woman rushed in front of him again, leaped high, and kicked him in the face.

Tu Beihuan dodged away, and the woman had already landed on his side, and the dagger in her hand slashed through an elliptical trajectory and stabbed him in the neck.

Poop!

Tu Beihuan raised the dog-legged knife, the dagger stabbed at the knife, making a sound of gold and iron, he took the opportunity to raise his right hand and stab forward, but the woman had already turned over, dodged the blade, and the distance between the two was widened again.

Bang bang!

Da-da-da-da!

Not far away, two other gunmen rushed to the trading cart and shot the drug dealers, who were blinded by flashbang grenades.

After the short-haired woman dodged away, she didn't chase anymore, but asked in a cold voice, "Are you waiting for us?"

Tu Beihuan laughed and said, "Kill more than a dozen of our subordinates, do you think you won't leave a handle?"

The short-haired woman stared at him: "We didn't leave a mouth alive. ”

"Dead people can talk, too. ”

Tu Beihuan took out a small plastic bag from his arms, which contained the same blue crystals as in the lockbox.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Your purpose is to be happy, right?

"Where is your headquarters? Tell me, and I'll make you die a happy death. ”

The short-haired woman said expressionlessly.

"Hahaha!"

Tu Beihuan laughed, then shook his head and sighed: "Ants are ants, you don't know how much trouble you have caused." ”

He looked at the woman playfully and said, "Why don't you tell me who you're doing things for, and I can let you live." ”

The short-haired woman pressed down on her waist, pulled out a long black and flexible whip, shook it in the air, and the tip of the whip made a sharp sound of breaking the air, but above it was inlaid with a short blade only three inches long, and under the reflection of the moonlight, the surface seemed to float with a layer of blue oil paint.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Tu Beihuan sneered: "It's not too early, since you don't want to say it, then I don't need to play here with you." ”

He took out a simple copper whistle from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

Whistle!

A strange screeching sound was heard, and not far away, in the shadows behind the gunman who was shooting the drug dealer, a humanoid monster covered in nausea sarcoma suddenly poured out and rushed towards them.