Wen Tian rushed into the basement, swept his gaze, and the situation inside was all underground, and the black figure that was still gliding in mid-air with momentum glared at the wall facing the entrance door, and ran a few steps on it, and then glared hard, and the iron fist brought up the rapid flow of air, and swung down.

"Servant" twice, the two guys standing in the middle of the house with machetes were already stunned by what they had just seen, they were taken by surprise, and before they could even snort, they burst their skulls and died in the confusion on their faces, and their bodies fell to the ground limply.

At their feet, there was also a walkie-talkie that had been turned on, and there were bursts of questioning voices from it:

"Hey, hey, what's going on over there, ***, hurry up, hey, hey, hey......"

Wentian spun in the air and the black figure fell in a dashing manner, one foot stepped on the walkie-talkie, "Click!" The walkie-talkie immediately shattered and became a pile of debris. The corner of Wen Tian's mouth smiled disdainfully:

"Come on, just catch it all!"

Sophie hurriedly ran in from outside at this time, looked at the four corpses on the ground, widened her eyes again, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and stammered a little:

"Division...... Master, those girls are locked up in that room!"

He gestured to the hut behind the basement with the only tin door.

"The key should be on them," Sophie also knew that the situation was urgent, and said that she had already walked on the body of the two big men on the ground to find the key.

Just as Sophie was happily standing up to find the key to the door and wanted to tell Wentian, "Bang!" suddenly there was a violent explosion behind her, and the shocked Sophie hurriedly looked back.

But it turned out that Wentian didn't even have the patience to wait, looked the door up and down left and right, measured it, and the powerful punch had been struck, and with a loud bang, the hollow iron door made of a centimeter thick iron sheet had broken away from the shackles of the door button, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Sophie looked at the terrifying lethality of the master she worshipped in front of her again, her lips trembled, and she secretly decided in her heart:

No matter how bizarre and terrifying things you see in the future, you must treat this kind of thing as a very common thing, otherwise, if you continue like this, you will have to have a heart attack. Thinking so, he hurriedly followed and walked into the room.

Wentian walked into the room, and more than a dozen tortured and ravaged girls were hugging each other and hugging each other and hugging each other in various corners, all with messy hair, haggard and sallow, blank eyes, and numb expressions looking at the man in black who broke in.

The clothes on their bodies were so torn that they couldn't cover their bodies, and their bare skin was crawling with bruised scars, and their bodies were trembling with reflex.

Looking at all this, Wen Tian's heart was bitter, trembling, and sad, and the unstoppable anger continued to rise like an incoming tide, and Wen Tian's strong body trembled slightly.

At the same time, a powerful aura of anger and sorrow quickly enveloped the entire room, pressing the already haggard people in the room even more pale and ugly, and their breathing became suffocated, and they all looked at Wentian with frightened eyes, wondering what the man in black in front of them was going to do to them?

"Sophie, you come and comfort them, explain the situation to them. I'm going to get out there and block those guys, you know?"

Although it was a faint word, an unstoppable majesty suppressed Sophie behind her with a stronger force, and after Sophie forced her body to tremble and reluctantly nodded, she walked out of the room without looking back.

At this time, everyone in the room dared to let out the suppressed breath in their hearts, looked at each other, and found that each other's foreheads were already covered with fine beads of sweat, and their fears were even more than Fang Cai.

Wen Tian stood in front of the door leading to the basement that had been destroyed by himself, his hands were behind his back, his figure was as tall as a lofty mountain, his momentum was cold and serious, his face was expressionless, his head was slightly raised, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down by him, showing a domineering opportunity.

Sen Han's murderous aura wandered in the air, a wisp, a wisp, with his arrogant and independent black figure, the hole in the broken door behind him, a strange atmosphere had already formed, and the few members of the Flower Language Society who had been instructed were only carefully watching from a distance, and they didn't dare to enter the range of a few meters in front of Wentian's body.

At the end of the spacious and bright corridor, there was finally a dense black figure, and the big man in a black suit was led by a middle-aged man with a thin face and a dark face, striding violently, and the heavy and mixed footsteps resounded in the corridor, knocking everyone's nerves, and a momentum of mountain rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building, forcing everyone to press on their hearts.

When the leader of the thin-faced yin eyes came to a few meters in front of Wentian's body, his face changed instantly, and he also clearly felt the strange air coiled around the black-clothed person in front of him, and the horror in his heart was like a raging wave, and his body couldn't help but shiver, before he fought, his heart was already timid, and the leader of the thin-faced yin eyes was doomed to failure.

"Brother, which way is the mix, dare to come to our flower language club to make trouble?"

The scene still has to be said, after the leader settled down, he was forced by the other party's anger and didn't dare to do it first, so he opened his mouth to ask, wanting to set a little bit of the other party's identity first.

"Don't talk nonsense, to tell you the truth, I'm here to smash the field today, and besides, you'd better not give me a chance to escape today, you know, human trafficking is a taboo thing even on the road. ”

The plain language, the implication is already very clear, that is, if they say it themselves, they don't have to mix in the road, Wentian is trying his best to use language to squeeze the other party, so that the other party does not want to escape, and does his best to keep himself, he doesn't want the other party to escape.

"Hmph, if you can get out alive today, let's talk about it! Brothers, go on! Chop him up. ”

The thin-faced leader looked back at the murderous men behind him, the uneasiness in his heart was suppressed by blind confidence, and with a wave of his arm, he commanded everyone to rush forward, but he stayed behind, and secretly pondered in his heart:

Hmph, I have so many brothers, even if I fight too many people, I can crush you to death, and besides, I still have a gun! I don't believe this kid can escape.

A machete flashing with a cold light went straight to the face of the man in black, seeing that the blade was about to cut into the other party's head, the guy with the knife was already full of victory excitement in his heart, imagining the proud appearance of boasting to others in the future, the blood-devouring light in his eyes was even more crazy, and he shouted:

"Die!"

Wentian looked at the shiny blade that came to him expressionlessly, reached out with his right hand, grabbed the wrist of the other party holding the knife, and pinched it hard, accompanied by his scream, the wrist bone "clicked", and was pinched and crushed, Wentian took the machete in his hand, and kicked it in the lower abdomen of the big man.

The big man's body shot out like a cannonball, knocking a group of people behind him into a large area, and the five or six guys who were directly hit were fractured and vomited blood on the spot, losing their combat effectiveness.

After all, they were people who had seen blood, and after being stunned, those big men quickly rushed up with a shout again.

Wen Tian was not polite to them, and after snatching a machete from the enemy's hand again, the machete in both hands waved rapidly, drawing a series of terrible and dazzling cold rays in the air, and rushed into the black-clothed man.

Wentian doesn't know why, maybe it's because he's used to soaking in that cold pool, which leads to a lot of cold personality, and treats his friends better, but when facing his enemies, he never knows what it means to be soft.

So now his double knives are interspersed and waved on the enemy's body in a dashing and cheerful manner, bringing up a puff of miserable and gorgeous blood in the air, mixed with undulating screams, and stumps and severed arms are sprinkled all over the corridor, bloodstained and fishy, like a netherworld hell.

Wen Tian's gaze was still as cold as electricity, his face was as heavy as water, and he let the stinking bright red splash all over his body, unmoved, waving his arms, continuing to harvest those sinful lives, there was only one thought in his heart, that is:

"Scum, send me to hell!"

At this time, he really became a god of death, a god of death who did not pity life, a god of death that made the enemy tremble, a god of death that made his thin face and dark eyes tremble, and a god of death that made everyone who saw this scene extremely afraid.

The enemy was frightened, trembling, and the thought of escaping from this hell on earth as soon as possible surged in his mind, but he was weak, his feet were weak, and he was confused in blood every day, but how could he have seen such a cruel and brutal massacre, his body had already been controlled by fear, and he stood there dumbfounded, letting the black-clothed god of death take their humble souls out of their bodies, and howling in their hearts:

"Devil! Devil ......"

The thin-faced leader, who had already withdrawn from the distance, looked at the miserable situation in front of him, he obviously felt that he was crazy, and he was so frightened that he was crazy, and he took out his gun violently, and shouted with all his might:

"Devil, die!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two gunshots rang out in a row, both of which made Wen Tian, who was a little discolored, dodge.

The thin-faced and gloomy eyes were about to continue shooting, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that the door of the broken room leading to the basement was crowded with girls with extremely frightened eyes, pale faces, and trembling bodies, they were also stunned by the bloody hell in front of them, and they were stunned there, and they wanted to scream out in fear, but their throats seemed to be pinched by something, and the sound just couldn't come out.

"Haha!" "Skinny-faced and dark-eyed laughed madly, "If I can't kill you, I'll kill those sluts and let them accompany me to hell!"

Wen Tian wanted to rush over to solve the middle-aged man with a thin face and a dark face, but the other party seemed to have practiced kung fu for a few years, and the action of turning to shoot was very fast.

"No~~~~!" Wentian roared angrily, and at the moment when the other party fired, he didn't think about it, and his body stopped in front of those girls like a ghost.

"Bang~~~~~" the gun went off........ The loud sound of gunfire echoed through the hallway, shaking everyone's eardrums and will.