Alexander, the butcher who was gaining the upper hand, immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard Dongfang Ren's words.

Could it be that Lin Xiaotian hasn't done his best?

As soon as this thought arose in his mind, he heard Lin Xiaotian say loudly: "The butcher's knife technique is strange and novel, and I am just happy to see the hunt for a while......

Butcher Alexander's heart was beating wildly, in this fierce battle, Lin Xiaotian could still exhale and make a sound, which was enough to prove that he still had strength left.

"Butcher, be careful!"

Lin Xiaotian snorted lightly, and the attack method of the military stab in his hand suddenly changed, stabbing at the butcher's right rib from a strange angle below, which was exactly the same as the scimitar move used by the butcher Alexander before.

But Lin Xiaotian's attack speed was even faster.

The sudden change in rhythm made the butcher Alexander's eyes suddenly bloodshot, he screamed, and the muscles on his body quickly bulged, narrowly sealing Lin Xiaotian's military thorns.

It's just that Lin Xiaotian's attack power is greater than him.

Squeak!

The spur made a screeching noise from the short blade, and then stabbed into the right rib of the butcher Alexander with a pop, ruffling his liver to pieces.

Lin Xiaotian let go of his hand, and the general thorn was left in the body of the butcher Alexander.

The butcher Alexander's huge body slowly collapsed to the ground, and he grinned bitterly: "One move, you can kill me with one move?"

Lin Xiaotian was silent.

Outside the gate, Wu Song and Jiang Jing were already stupefied by Lin Xiaotian's fighting power like a god of war.

He didn't understand how Alexander, the butcher who originally had the upper hand, was put down by Lin Xiaotian with one move.

Lin Xiaotian turned his head to look at Wu Song Jiang Jing outside the gate, and said in a deep voice: "Hand over the dragon scales, I can make your death more happy!"

A flash of pride suddenly flashed in the already desperate eyes of Wu Song Jiang Jing outside the gate, and he laughed maniacally: "Hahaha! Lin Xiaotian, what can you do if you are as strong as a god? You want me to hand over the dragon scales? You dream! Even if I die, I will let you never see the dragon scales!"

"Don't blame me with these lies, if I'm not mistaken, you must have given away the dragon scales, right? So you can be sure that I will never find the dragon scales?" Lin Xiaotian tentatively guessed.

Outside the gate, Wu Song, Jiang Jing's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Lin Xiaotian to even know such a secret thing.

After he got the dragon scales from Zhou Wucun, he gave them to Menshak Ilyich Kampov, on the one hand, to show the sincerity of cooperation, and on the other hand, it was also a monetary bribe, in Zhou Wucun's mouth, he already knew that the dragon scales were worth hundreds of millions.

For the ambitious Guanwai Wusong Jiang Jing, money is something outside the body, and only power is the goal he pursues, and he will naturally not hesitate to exchange dragon scales for the full support of Menshak Ilyich Kampov.

And the result did not disappoint him, Menshak Ilyich Kampov immediately sent a powerful polar bear mercenary group.

It's a pity that there are even stronger of the strongest, and the powerful polar bear mercenary was killed by the even more terrifying Lin Xiaotian and Jizo Seven Kills.

When Lin Xiaotian saw the expression of Wu Song Jiang Jing outside the gate, he knew that his guess was right, he really gave away the dragon scales.

Thinking of the Tsarist Russian he had seen in the house of Blood Rose Han Chufeng, Lin Xiaotian turned his gaze to the butcher Alexander.

At this time, the butcher Alexander's face was already pale, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Seeing Lin Xiaotian look over, the butcher Alexander showed a distorted smile: "He gave the dragon scales to Mr. Menshak Ilyich Kampov." It's just that we didn't expect that the dragon scales would be related to your god Lin Xiaotian. ”

Seeing that the second person in charge of the polar bear, who was tied for one of the six permanent director mercenary groups, was seriously injured and dying, Lin Xiaotian inevitably felt a little strange in his heart.

"The dragon scales are actually my weapon Spirit Fox ......" Lin Xiaotian decided not to hide it in front of the dying person and told the truth.

Alexander the Butcher was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing bitterly, blood spurting out of his mouth with laughter.

"Haha! I didn't expect it to be like this! We polar bears are really not unjustly killed by eleven people! Plotted the weapon of the gods of the defender mercenary group? hahaha!"

Dongfang Ren on the side also looked at Lin Xiaotian in surprise, he was still wondering why he didn't see Lin Xiaotian using the famous weapon Spirit Fox this time, but he didn't expect that the treasure he wanted to retrieve when he came to the gate turned out to be the Spirit Fox.

Rao is Guanwai Wu Song Jiang Jing was already devastated, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but curse Zhou Wucun a hundred times in his heart, if Zhou Wucun was not dead now, he would definitely break Zhou Wucun's body into ten thousand pieces.

This money-greedy and ignorant antique appraiser stole Lin Xiaotian's weapon of the evil star.

"Hahahaha......" Wu Song and Jiang Jing outside the gate also laughed wildly.

He finally knew why Lin Xiaotian was chasing after Zhou Wucun, and was unceremonious to himself who took in Zhou Wucun, and even dared to attack the Jiang family's villa at night.

But it was already too late.

"Who is Menshak Ilyich Kampov?" Lin Xiaotian asked.

The butcher Alexander did not hide anything, and said simply: "Menshak Ilyich Kampov is the spokesperson of the Seven Commandments Party cultivated in Tsarist Russia, and he has a huge influence in Tsarist Russia. The dragon scales are in his hands, and he loves them so much that you should never try to get them back!"

"Forever?" a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xiaotian's mouth: "I really don't believe that anyone can take my Lin Xiaotian's things, and then let me never get them back!"

This sentence is not a wild statement, and it is not a problem that the Defender Mercenary Group can subvert small countries in the Middle East and Africa and bring down a Tsarist Russian tycoon.

Especially now that Lin Xiaotian and Jizo Seven Killings have come together, Dongfang Ren can kill the King of War under the strict protection of the CIA, and it will not be too difficult to assassinate Menshak Ilyich Kampov.

Lin Xiaotian noticed the expression of the butcher Alexander, who was about to speak, and asked thoughtfully, "Does this Menshak Ilyich Kampov have other more difficult backgrounds?"

I don't know if the butcher Alexander broke the jar or had other ulterior motives, he said without the slightest concealment: "Yes, although the identity of the Seven Commandments of Menshak Ilyich Kampov is terrible, the real reason why he is rampant in Tsarist Russia is because he has a backer behind him, Peter the Great......"

"Peter the Great?Peter Alisher Jeripaska?" asked Dongfang Ren suddenly interjected.

Alexander the Butcher nodded, since the foundation of the Seven Killings of Jizo is outside the gate, it is not surprising to know the identity of Peter the Great.

Seeing Lin Xiaotian's inquiring gaze, Dongfang Ren said with a solemn expression: "This Peter the Great is not an ordinary person, he started by operating the ore and steel business, and now controls the telecommunications and media industry in Tsarist Russia, and his influence is all over Tsarist Russia. Moreover, he has a close relationship with the Tsarist government, and is known as the undefeated tycoon, the real emperor of Tsarist Russia, he has a very close relationship with the Seven Commandments, and he also has unparalleled influence in the Tsarist army. It's a tough opponent. ”

can make Dongfang Ren say that it is difficult, you can imagine the terrible nature of this Peter the Great.

Lin Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, although he was not afraid of any opponent, but this matter was obviously getting more and more troublesome, a dragon scale, not only involved Wu Song outside the Guan, but also involved the Seven Commandments Menshak Ilyich Kampov and the Russian tycoon Peter the Great.

Whether it is the Seven Commandments or Peter the Great, they are behemoths, and if they are not careful, they may lead the defender mercenary group into the flames of war.

It's just that Lin Xiaotian will never give up the dragon scales, because it is a symbol of the righteousness of Zang Feng and his brother.

Suppressing a thousand thoughts, Lin Xiaotian looked at the butcher Alexander with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice: "Although you and I are now in hostility, I admire your brightness tonight, after you die, I will send your ashes back to Tsarist Russia, so that you can return to your roots." ”

Alexander the Butcher smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted you to rip off my skin and send it to my manor, but it seems that you don't like this kind of bloody thing." It's a shame, my good skin......"

Lin Xiaotian stabbed the army in his hand, directly piercing his heart, he respected the butcher as a tough guy, but he didn't like his character.

As Lin Xiaotian pulled out the military thorn, blood gushed out.

The rapid loss of blood caused the butcher Alexander's facial muscles to twitch for a moment, and then it turned into a touch of regret.

"Through the dense birch forest, on the uneven road of the world! We sang along the Volga to the sun, and sang to the sun. Oops, hey, hey......"

Singing the Volga boatman's song in a low voice, the Russian man gradually lost his breath.

Compared with the calmness of the butcher Alexander, Jiang Jing of Wusong outside the gate seemed timid and timid.

was splashed on his face by the blood of the butcher Alexander's heart, and Jiang Jing of Wusong outside the gate was already trembling with fright.

He used to call himself a hero, thinking that he was not afraid of life and death, but when death was really coming, he was really afraid.

What he is afraid of is not death itself, but that after death, he will not be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish and become the king of Guanwai.

It was his life's ambition, and he even went so far as to kill his own son, but now, it all seemed to have dissipated into blood with the cold blade of the thorn.

Lin Xiaotian...... I ......"

Wu Song Jiang Jing still wanted to say something, but Lin Xiaotian had no interest in continuing to entangle with him.

For this kind of beast that kills children with his own hands, Lin Xiaotian feels that letting him breathe an extra breath of air is a defilement of the natural environment.

"Jiang Jing, don't you like to collude with Tsarist Russia? After you die, I will also send your ashes to Tsarist Russia, as a punishment, so that you can never return to your hometown!"

Lin Xiaotian said lightly, and the military thorn in his hand waved lightly.

Burst!

The military stab slashed through the throat of Wu Song Jiang Jing outside the gate, giving him the most painful way to die.

The dizziness of a large amount of blood loss due to the carotid artery being cut and the suffocation feeling of blood pouring into the trachea and infecting the lungs made Wu Song Jiang Jing struggle in pain for two or three minutes before suffocating to death.

In the illusion before he died, Jiang Jing, Wusong outside the Guanwai, seemed to see the scenes of his past life, the prosperity passed away, the grand plan for hegemony was empty, and the last picture left in his mind turned out to be the scene of drinking and singing with Han Xiao.

That night, Guanwai Xiaoxiong, one of the two major forces, Guanwai Wusong Jiang Jing, who had dominated Guanwai for decades, was killed.

Seven members of the Jizo Seven Killings walked into the villa and carried away the bodies of the butcher Alexander and the Guanwai Wusong Jiang Jing.

Lin Xiaotian solemnly thanked the seven people, and the seven people nodded silently and left without saying a word.

As a top killer, leaking the voice will also cause harm to future missions, which is why Dongfang Ren didn't say a word when he saw Situ Yu on the rooftop.

"Remember to pay the bill immediately after dawn, you won't want to default on the bill for the Seven Killings of Jizo. Dongfang Ren wiped the long sword with a handkerchief and said coldly.

Lin Xiaotian smiled disapprerovingly, as if he asked casually: "I wonder if Brother Dongfang is interested in playing in Tsarist Russia?"