Chapter Fifty-Three: The Great War in All Directions
Han Sanming quickly came to the door of the cellar, and could faintly hear a sound of footsteps.
He hurriedly put the hood back on his head, picked up the rope, and simply tied his hands.
With his current strength, no matter how many people come into the cellar for a while, he will be told to enter or return.
He wanted to see what this Chen Yulong had three heads and six arms.
Soon, the iron door of the cellar creaked open.
Han Sanming could clearly hear the footsteps of several people coming down the stairs.
"Master Long, I didn't expect you to be able to get such a rare source, there is really nothing that Master Long can't do!" Wang Neng accompanied Chen Yulong and said with a flattering face.
Chen Yulong smacked a cigar on his lips, with an unstoppable expression on his face: "It's just a trivial matter, this order is also thanks to Brother Wang's contact, and you also have a share of the credit!"
"Haha...... I don't dare to take credit for this ability!"
Wang Neng had a strong smile on his face, and it was obvious that Chen Yulong's words had gone to his heart.
"Master Long, I have prepared the operating room and the doctor, the foreigner has arrived, as long as the goods are brought over, the test is qualified, and the foreigner will pay immediately!" Wang Neng continued.
"Well, I didn't expect a heart to be sold for $1 million, this time you will pay more than 100%, continue to work hard in the future. Chen Yulong patted Wang Neng's shoulder.
Hearing this, Han Sanming was shocked, and his scalp was numb.
He never expected that this Chen Yulong and Wang could be ten thousand times more vicious than he thought in his heart.
Even the resale of human organs can be done without conscience.
It's no wonder that people dare to arrest people in public in broad daylight, it's really lawless.
Han Sanming clenched his teeth, and the anger in his heart had reached its limit.
"Hahaha...!"
Chen Yulong and Wang Neng were obviously in a good mood, and while the two were talking and laughing, they had already walked down the stairs.
"Master Long, this is Han Sanming!" the scorpion pointed to the person lying on the ground and said in a deep voice.
The smile on Chen Yulong's face suddenly stopped, and he went up to face Han Sanming is two feet.
It's just that Han Sanming had already adjusted the angle, and these two kicks were actually all kicked on his arms.
"Ouch......"
Han Sanming deliberately let out two screams, thinking about paralyzing the other party first.
"Scorpion, get this bastard up for me, I'm going to dig out his liver with my own hands, chop it up and feed it to the dogs. ”
Chen Yulong took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, his face revealing madness.
With a simple wave of his hand, the two big men immediately set Han Sanming up, and the hood was taken away in an instant.
Han Sanming's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his line of sight, in addition to Chen Yulong, Wang Neng, and Scorpion, there were three men in camouflage uniforms standing behind.
Counting the two thugs who were grabbing him, there were a total of eight people present.
Han Sanming quickly calculated that only six of the eight people had combat effectiveness.
Especially the man named Scorpion, who is obviously the most difficult one to deal with.
However, even if the scorpion is difficult to deal with, with his God of War strength level, it can be solved in minutes.
The scorpion pulled out a wolf war knife from behind him and handed it to Chen Yulong.
"Han Sanming, dare to seriously injure Lord Long's son, today is your death!" Wang Neng said viciously.
"Oh, I don't know any dragon master's son, did you catch the wrong one?" Han Sanming deliberately pretended to be stupid.
"Ma's, Master Long's son is Chen Junfeng Chen Gongzi, don't say you didn't fight it. Wang Neng roared angrily.
"Ao, it turned out to be that mongrel, it's really a dragon giving birth to a dragon, a phoenix giving birth to a phoenix, a mongrel, you can only give birth to a hybrid. ”
Han Sanming looked at Chen Yulong playfully, and this sentence obviously scolded him together.
Chen Yulong is worthy of being an old Jianghu, in the face of Han Sanming's provocation, he did not laugh angrily: "This son of the Han family is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and the old man is really admired...!"
"Since you know that I am the Han family, why don't you let me go quickly, aren't you afraid of Han Yunteng and destroying your Long Group?" Han Sanming's face was leisurely, and he spoke unhurriedly.
"You tm fart, I have already consulted Mr. Han, you have not returned to the Han family at all, you are just a waste abandoned by the Han family. Wang Neng hurriedly interjected and scolded.
The corner of Chen Yulong's mouth sneered: "Alas, Han Gongzi, at this time, why should you, even if Han Yunteng really wants to destroy my Long Group, that is a later story, you better take care of yourself first." ”
After speaking, Chen Yulong fiddled with the war knife in his hand and walked slowly towards Han Sanming.
"You say, should I cut there first, here or here?"
Chen Yulong's tone was cold: "When you beat my son, did you ever think that there would be today?"
Han Sanming smiled slightly, and the expression on his face was calm and free:
"Your turtle son has no one to educate, I will discipline and discipline you well, you, the old man, don't thank me, but still have to use the knife with me, is this how Lord Long repays his benefactor?"
"You ......" Chen Yulong was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.
Han Sanming laughed secretly in his heart, he didn't expect his mouth to become so powerful, could it be that he was infected by Li Binghan?
"Master Long, this kid has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, don't talk nonsense with him, first pick off his tendons and feet, cut his tongue, and see how he pretends to be b. ”
Hearing Wang Neng's words, Chen Yulong's eyes showed a fierce light, and he had obviously lost his patience.
"You bastard, I'm going to dig out your liver......"
Chen Yulong roared in a low voice, and the battle knife in his hand stabbed directly into Han Sanming's abdomen.
When it was too late, Han Sanming suddenly bent down and sank, and the two arms that were grabbed rotated in an extremely ingenious way, instantly out of control.
Two hand knives hit the back of the big man's erect neck, and the two big men directly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Han Sanming's movements were too fast, and everything happened between lightning and flint.
Even, Chen Yulong only felt that his eyes were dazzled, and the war knife in his hand had disappeared.
The next second, he only saw that his wrist was completely broken and deformed, and then he fell to his knees with a sharp pain in his heel.
"Woo-ah-ah...... My hand...... My feet ......"
Chen Yulong's screams were heard in the cellar, and his hands and feet were completely scrapped.
The scorpion's reaction was also quite fast, he immediately took out a pistol from his back, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Han Sanming.
Although the scorpion's movements were fast, they were not as fast as Han Sanming.
Facing the black muzzle, Han Sanming rolled rapidly, dodging the bullet while the knife slashed directly at the scorpion's wrist.
Puff......
Hand up and down......
One of the hands holding the gun rolled to the ground, dragging out a long trail of blood.
At this time, the other three thugs came to their senses and hurriedly joined the battle.
But in an instant, I heard three more pops in the air, and the tendons of the three thugs had been cut.
The scorpion had one of his hands cut off, but his brows were slightly furrowed, he had experienced countless battlefields of life and death, and he had long been accustomed to all kinds of scenes.
He quickly tore through his clothes and simply bandaged the severed hand to slow down the blood loss.
Taking advantage of the gap when Han Sanming was entangled by the thugs, the scorpion hurriedly picked up the pistol.
He knew very well in his heart what kind of opponent he was facing at this time.
The gun in his hand now is his only hope of survival.
The action of picking up the gun is smooth, without a trace of drag, which is already the limit operation of a scorpion.
Almost at the same time as he picked up the gun, the scorpion pointed its muzzle at Han Sanming and pulled the trigger.