"Then you're going to die here. Chen Zhimin said indifferently: "Killing one person, two people or three people, it makes no difference to me, it won't be long before you can see you in Huangquan!"

"Wait a minute......" Ren Xia hurriedly beckoned: "You really don't want to talk about it anymore?"

"There's no need to talk about it. Chen Zhimin told Ren Xia with a smile: "The three conditions must be fully implemented, and there can be no discount at all, if you can accept it, you can accept it, and if you can't accept it, you will go on the road!"

"So tough?"

"Now that we have the advantage, of course we have to be tough!" Chen Zhimin glanced at the guns and machetes aimed at Ren Xia, and added with a smile: "Even if you have three heads and six arms, it is useless at this time!"

At this time, there was a sudden "click" outside the door, and Chen Zhimin paused: "What's the matter?"

Ren Xia shook his head: "I don't know what's going on." ”

"Of course you don't know, I didn't ask you. Chen Zhimin instructed his two subordinates: "You go out and have a look!"

The two men went out, and soon there were a few muffled "bumps" outside the door, followed by a few screams, and then there was no movement.

Chen Zhimin's face changed a little: "What's wrong?"

Ren Xia smiled and asked, "You want to know?"

"Are you the ghost?"

"It's not. Ren Xia shook his head: "But I can hear it from the voice." ”

"Hear what?"

"The muffled sound at the beginning can only be made by the knife slashing at a person, especially when it is slashed to a large bone. Ren Xia analyzed to Chen Zhimin: "Being able to make this kind of muffled sound shows that the knife body is very heavy, not necessarily because of the size of the knife, but because the material density is very high." These two inferior machetes under your command look quite bluffing, but they really slash at people, and they can't make such a sound at all!"

Chen Zhimin's face turned a little pale: "That is to say, ......"

"That means your men are dead. Ren Xia shrugged his shoulders: "The other party's kung fu is very high, far above them!"

Chen Zhimin hurriedly took two steps back: "You brought your subordinates over?"

"I didn't do it. Ren Xia replied very seriously: "I swear to you!"

"Why do you swear?"

"If it was my subordinates, I could promise you anything, but is that okay?"

"You should have agreed to the conditions!" Chen Zhimin told Ren Xia as a matter of course: "Otherwise, you won't get out of here alive today!"

"Not necessarily. Ren Xia shook his head: "Of your eight subordinates, two died in the blink of an eye, and the rest are not enough to kill!"

Chen Zhimin immediately ordered a man with a gun: "Give me a leg of his abolition!"

This subordinate immediately aimed his gun at Ren Xia's leg.

Chen Zhimin's intentions are very clear, no matter what happens next, Ren Xia doesn't want to leave safely.

As long as Ren Xia's leg is scrapped, Ren Xia will become a wasted person.

However, as soon as Chen Zhimin's voice fell, that is, the subordinate had just turned the muzzle of the gun, and a silver light suddenly lit up from outside the door, and something told the high-speed propaganda to fly in, hitting the back of the gunman.

That is, at the same time as this silver light hit, there was a muffled sound of "touching", just like the one that came from outside the door just now.

The man threw himself forward, still clutching his gun tightly in his hand, and fell to the ground silent.

It was this subordinate who fell, and only those present could see clearly that the silver light was a knife with very fine workmanship.

"Who?" Chen Zhimin hurriedly took out his pistol and looked around nervously: "Who is it, dare to come out?"

No one responded to Chen Zhimin's words, and it was quiet outside, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Zhimin turned to ask Ren Xia again: "What's going on?"

"I really don't know what's going on. Ren Xia shook his head vigorously: "I'm as strange as you now." ”

Chen Zhimin didn't believe it: "You don't know?"

"I swear again I don't know. Ren Xia slowly raised his right hand and made an oath: "I did it, I did it, I didn't do it, I can't take the blame!"

"Is this haunted?" Chen Zhimin instructed his two men with guns: "Fire me!"

The two men were holding shotguns, and when they got to the door, they didn't go out, but kept pulling the trigger outside.

The "boom" of gunfire rang out constantly, and if you look at it from a distance, you will see a constant flash of fire in the darkness, a bit like fireworks.

This **** only has a two-round capacity, which means that every two shots fired, it has to be reloaded.

These two men, while firing, reloaded their ammunition, and soon ran out of bullets.

Ren Xia shook his head: "I have to tell you, it is basically impossible to hit the target with such a blind shot, even if it hits for a whole day, at most it can kill a few ants that happen to pass by!"

When Ren Xia spoke, these two subordinates naturally turned around and looked at Ren Xia.

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly fell from outside, a bit like it fell from the eaves.

Immediately after, a silver light streaked out from the black shadow, and in the next second, one of Chen Zhimin's subordinates was in a different place.

It's a real head difference.

The skull flew up, blood spurting out of the empty neck cavity like a red fountain.

Chen Zhimin's other subordinate noticed that his companion had been killed, and subconsciously glanced at it, and was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

That is, he was so startled, the silver light retreated, and then stabbed forward, hitting him in the abdomen.

The subordinate let out a scream, trembling and raised the gun, and this silver light directly cut off his wrist holding the gun, and another stroke, slicing his throat.

He dropped his shotgun, clutched his throat and knelt down, staring blankly ahead, before slowly sinking forward.

"Die!" Chen Zhimin was frightened, raised his pistol and kept firing, because there was no aim in a hurry, and several bullets hit two of his men.

However, the shadow seemed to disappear into the night, unharmed.

Chen Zhimin ran out of a **, and hurriedly began to change **, while staring at the outside with his eyes, lest the black shadow rush in.

The farmhouse was lit up, and when you looked outside, it was pitch black, as if everything had been stained with ink

The night in the countryside has always been like this, but now the thick ink seems to have life, slowly flowing.

That dark shadow is hidden in the dark night, and because it is one with the night, you can't hurt it.

And I don't know when, the black shadow machine will suddenly emerge from the night, and then let others leave a field of blood.

Originally, Chen Zhimin had eight subordinates, but in the blink of an eye, including himself, there were only four people left.

Chen Zhimin felt unprecedented fear, he had handled many criminal cases in the past, and it was the first time he had seen such a killing.

One of his subordinates said in a trembling voice, "This...... Is it someone out there?"