Chen Longxiang put on his goggles and regained his vision again, and the situation seemed to be back in his control.

A terrible thought even flashed through my mind - Chen Longxiang seemed to be deliberately exposing the flaws in his footsteps, grasping the opponent's position at the cost of a knife, so as to take away his goggle helmet?

The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible.

It's not at all what I can imagine how experienced Chen Longxiang is in combat, and if I didn't expect it, it shouldn't be.

"Steady, steady. The thought came to my mind, and I relaxed a lot and looked back on the operating room.

There was nothing wrong with the operation, but the bloody scene under the wound looked terrifying.

And the battle outside the door gradually became white-hot, and Chen Longxiang was ruthless. Silver snow sword light crisscrossed the ground, and corpses fell to the ground one after another, and the floor of the corridor was stained red with blood.

Even if this group of people had helmets and steel plates to protect them, it still didn't help, and they still couldn't escape being wiped over their necks in an instant.

Some people tried to shrink their necks, but Chen Longxiang didn't blink his eyelids, and immediately cut his neck in half from the back of his neck.

Blood gushed like a fountain, and this person only had half of his neck left and even his head drooped down, and all kinds of internal tissues of his neck that had been severed were clearly visible, looking extremely bloody and terrifying.

I tried to call the police, but the operator picked it up.

But as soon as I mentioned the address of the hospital, the other end of the phone fell silent. Then he said nonchalantly, "I know, we will send the police as soon as possible", and hung up the phone directly.

Listening to that reaction and tone, you know that it really didn't work.

Although it was expected, the failure of the whimical attempt made me somewhat depressed.

It didn't take long for the group of murderers outside to finally understand. Chen Longxiang, who had regained his vision, was simply not the same creature as them, and his strength was unimaginably great, and such a fierce attack could only be sent to death in vain.

The corpses that fell to the ground and died tragically, and the blood that stained the floor red finally made some people feel like they were retreating.

"Grass mud horse, this is a hammer!"

"Whoever wants to send himself to death, Lao Tzu will not accompany him!"

"Nima's, you can't earn this money!"

One after another, some people quit and struggled to squeeze out, but many people scolded these people for not planting and didn't let them go.

There was civil strife in this group of people, but Chen Longxiang was not idle, and rushed over like a wolf into a flock.

Wherever they passed, there was no one enemy.

This gang of black society was finally cut to cry dad and mother, and running away became the choice of most people.

Some of them died, and those who had the life to run should simply go to the incense and worship the Buddha. The rest of the people saw that the general situation was gone, and they also fled in a hurry.

Chen Longxiang dragged his injured left foot and silently smashed the mobile phone that had fallen to the ground playing music.

In the bloody corridor, the cacophony of music finally came to an abrupt end.

Then Chen Longxiang turned off the strong light again, and then dragged the injured body back to the door unhurriedly.

I saw that there were still a lot of bandages in the operating room, so I simply pulled them. Open the door of the operating room and hand it to Chen Longxiang.

He carried the slender farewell knife upside down, the blade already dyed red, and the blood meandered like a snake dripping from the tip of the knife.

Chen Longxiang thanked him calmly, then sat down against the wall and took off his blood-soaked sneakers.

After soaking in blood, the socks were sticky against his wounds. Just taking off his socks hurt his forehead, clenched his teeth, and his facial muscles were slightly distorted.

But even so, Chen Longxiang was still like an iron-blooded tough guy, and he didn't say a word.

He silently bandaged the wound on his foot, and he knew it very well, and he didn't know how many times he had bandaged himself.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, almost disgusting.

In fact, I still admire this chief surgeon very much, and there was only one mistake in this situation outside. You know, under the premise of fear, nervousness, and external interference, it is easy for a person to do a focused and delicate thing.

But if you think about it carefully, you should also be a senior surgeon with experience, otherwise Chen Longxiang would not be at ease.

As soon as Chen Longxiang bandaged his wound, there was a sound of "pop, pop" at the end of the corridor.

Chen Longxiang and I immediately followed the sound and saw a group of men in black walking out of the corner.

The man at the head was clapping his hands unhurriedly, and he had made the same noise before.

It's a baby face that can't tell the real age.,It's still hippie and smiling.,With a cynical attitude.。

The man was wearing black tights, a helmet, steel plates, and two knives around his waist.

All are island nations*.

The upper handle is a knife, and the lower handle is a spare rib.

Babyface smiled appreciatively: "It's worthy of Chen Longxiang." ”

"I thought it wouldn't kill you, but at least it would drain your stamina. ”

"Underestimate you. ”

The moment Chen Longxiang saw this person, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up the scabbard and farewell knife again and stood up.

"Nie Qilin, I didn't expect even you to make a move. ”

"But I don't understand, since you're here, why don't you join the gang?" he looked at the man, straightening his back.

Chen Longxiang's calm voice revealed a rare solemnity.

"Ah, I thought so, but I'm afraid of death. Nie Qilin waved his hand with a grin, saying that he was afraid of death.

Then he raised his chin and pointed to his neck: "Seeing that you are as fierce as a fighting tyrannosaurus beast, it is easier to erase people's necks than to kill chickens, so scared that I hurried to prepare this thing." ”

Around his neck, there were several silver collars, which protected his neck.

I was stupid, and immediately complained, "Don't you think it looks like a dog?"

One of Nie Qilin's subordinates suddenly changed his face, and he scolded angrily: "You are stepping on a horse to find death!"

On the contrary, Nie Qilin was stunned for a moment, then looked at his collar and muttered with a strange expression: "Don't say it, it's really a bit similar." ”

Not only me, but also his brothers were bewildered and looked at him in unison.

Nie Qilin shrugged his shoulders indifferently and spread his hands, looked at his own people innocently and said, "It's supposed to be, don't you think it's like it?"

With a "snap", a bald strong man under his hand slapped his forehead, looking faceless.

I was stunned for a moment, seriously suspecting that Nie Qilin was here to be funny.

However, Chen Longxiang whispered to me: "He is the fourth master of the Tao, and he learned swords in the island country and Miyamoto Matsusai for ten years, and then killed the master and returned to China. One hand and two knives flowed out of the gods. ”

My heart jumped, and I immediately looked at Nie Qilin opposite: "Bully the teacher and destroy the ancestor?"

Nie Qilin pretended to be innocent, and blinked his eyes twice: "Don't say it so ugly." ”

"The old guy said he wouldn't let me go if I couldn't win, but I really wanted to go back to China, so I just-"

At this point, his baby's face showed a bright and innocent smile: "Kill him." ”