"Stop!"

That roar was like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder rolling in, echoing throughout the abandoned factory.

It contains monstrous anger, surging, as if it is about to destroy the world.

More than a dozen "fanged" mercenaries tensed up, as if facing a great enemy, and looked towards the factory gate.

And Song Shiyin also looked excited, thinking that it was really the Bodhisattva who appeared and sent a messenger to save herself.

The next moment, in everyone's sight, a tall figure appeared.

It was Qin Feng who came non-stop!

After seeing Qin Feng's appearance clearly, those "fanged" mercenaries suddenly relaxed their vigilance, and laughed:

"Hahaha...... Where did the stinky boy come from, he wants to be a hero to save the United States, and he doesn't weigh his own ability!"

"This kind of small role, Lao Tzu can crush to death like an ant with his fingers!"

"Anyway, this is a wilderness, just kill this kid and bury him somewhere!"

On the other side, the flame of hope that had just ignited in Song Shiyin's heart was also completely extinguished.

In her opinion, Qin Feng fought alone and alone, no matter how powerful he was, it would be impossible to defeat so many kidnappers, but he would put himself in it.

However, the bald man at the head of the group turned solemn, glared at Qin Feng viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, it's you, how did you find here?"

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen mercenaries around him looked suspicious and asked, "Boss, do you know this guy?"

"Hmm!" the bald man nodded, and said in a deep voice: "When he was acting just now, he almost ruined our good deeds, but fortunately, Richie, who was ambushed in the shadows......, shot us! This kid didn't even die, and he chased him here!"

"Is there such a thing?"

When those mercenaries heard this, they looked at Qin Feng back and forth, and they were a little more jealous.

You must know that Richie has the best marksmanship among them, and he has already completed the goal of "100 people beheading", and being able to escape under Richie's gun represents Qin Feng's terrifying strength.

At this time, Qin Feng glanced at the audience, and soon noticed that Song Shiyin was pressed on the table, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he said coldly:

"Let her go! Cut off one of your arms, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, I can still consider letting you live! Otherwise, there will be no mercy for killing!"

Hearing this, those mercenaries were stunned for a moment, and then as if they had heard some big joke, they let out an unbridled laugh:

"Aha...... Stinky boy, are you TMD-mad?"

"I've seen someone pretending to be forced, but I've never seen someone pretending to be forced like this!"

"Let's get down on our knees and beg for mercy, who do you think you are?

"Abolish this kid, and this Huaxia chick in front of him again!"

……

Hearing those ridicules, Qin Feng had no expression on his face, shook his head, and said to himself: "The opportunity has already been given to you, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it, then don't blame me for killing!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Feng's right hand reached into the pocket on the inside of his suit and took out a gun.

This gun, which was snatched from the killer before, is now in good use.

Qin Feng frantically pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, and sparks shot in all directions.

Five silver bullets burst out of the chamber and shot towards the eyebrows of the five mercenaries.

Caught off guard, they didn't have time to react, their heads exploded like smashed watermelons, blood and brains burst out, splashing on the bodies of their companions around them.

This sudden scene is beyond everyone's imagination.

The few surviving "fanged" mercenaries were dumbfounded and stunned, with a ghostly expression on their faces and their scalps tingling.

There are no words to describe the horror in their hearts.

In less than a second, five people were killed in an instant, and the gun was shot in the head.

Terror!

It's horrible!

This kind of marksmanship is amazing, and the legendary "Gun King" is probably nothing more than that.

However, these mercenaries have been on the battlefield for a long time, have participated in countless battles, and countless enemies have died at their hands.

After a few seconds, they immediately came back to their senses and raised their guns to shoot wildly at Qin Feng's position.

"Bang bang!"

The rain of bullets formed a dense net, which did not give people any respite.

But the next moment, something incredible happened-

Qin Feng's figure disappeared out of thin air like a magic trick, without a trace.

"Where's that kid?" immediately someone asked.

"Click!"

Just when everyone was terrified, a crisp sound of bones shattering sounded.

At some point, Qin Feng's ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind a mercenary, twisting his neck and causing his body to fall to the ground.

One more dead!

Seeing this scene, the bald man's heart was dripping blood, these elites were his henchmen, and it would take many years to cultivate one, and now he lost six people at once, so how could he not be angry.

"Kill him!"

The bald man gritted his teeth.

The remaining few "fanged" mercenaries, sensing a strong death crisis, burst out with amazing potential, and frantically rushed towards Qin Feng, making a fatal move.

However, in the face of an absolute disparity in power, numerical superiority is meaningless.

Combined, 10,000 ants can't shake an elephant.

"Boom!"

The momentum on Qin Feng's body also changed completely, as if an ancient fierce beast had awakened from his body, and he wanted to kill the world.

At this moment, he is no longer an ordinary person, but incarnated as one of the Seven Kings who terrified the Western underground world-

Dragon King!

The dragon king was furious, and the blood flowed thousands of miles!

……

"Peng Peng Peng!"

A series of flesh collisions sounded in the factory.

Every time Qin Feng made a move, a mercenary would fall to the ground.

His figure has an incomparable sense of rhythm, not like a fight, but like dancing some kind of elegant waltz, flowing smoothly, without a trace of mud and water!

It's obviously bloodthirsty killing, but it's been sublimated into an art!

A minute later, the abandoned factory turned into the hell of Shura.

The bodies of more than a dozen mercenaries were lying in pools of blood, and they could not die again.

But Qin Feng was out of step with the surrounding environment, there was not a trace of blood stained on his body, he was spotless, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just done something trivial and effortless.

Of the surviving "fang" mercenaries in the field, only the bald man remained.

Looking at the tragic death of his companion, the bald man no longer had the arrogance he had before, and only felt a piercing chill surging from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if to freeze his blood and soul together.

He never expected that there would be such a terrifying existence in the world, it was simply a killing god!

"You...... Who the hell are you?!" the bald man asked, his voice trembling, as if he had been frightened.

"Humph!"

Qin Feng sneered, his eyes were like sharp blades, and he said proudly: "The one who is dying is not qualified to know my name!"

Feeling the monstrous killing intent between the lines, the bald man's heart sank to the bottom, and he sensed the unprecedented pressure of death.

The next moment, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his right hand like lightning and pinched Song Shiyin's neck fiercely.

"Ahh

Song Shiyin let out a cry of pain, and her delicate snow-white neck was pinched out of bruises.

Immediately afterwards, the bald man glared at Qin Feng viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, don't come over, or I'll strangle you!" If you want to save her, shoot and break your legs immediately!"

"Are you threatening me?" Qin Feng asked with an eyebrow.

"That's right, if you don't agree, it's a big deal that the fish will die, and even if you kill me, this little girl won't survive!" said the bald man, his right hand a little harder.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Song Shiyin's pretty face showed a painful expression, and she was about to suffocate.

Seeing this, Qin Feng's eyes were cold, and he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I, Qin Feng, have acted all my life and have never succumbed to anyone's threats!"

"You really want to tear your face? Then Lao Tzu will kill this chick!"

The bald man's eyes flashed with a monstrous murderous aura, and the muscles of his right arm bulged high, ready to strangle Song Shiyin to death.

In this case, Song Shiyin has almost no chance of survival.

At the last moment, Qin Feng's fingertips flashed cold.

"Whoosh!"

That cold ray, incredibly fast, faster than a bullet, completely beyond the limits of visual capture.

The next moment, the center of the bald man's eyebrows was actually inserted with a sharp three-edged military thorn.

Red blood gushed out.

Immediately afterwards, the bald man grabbed Song Shiyin's right hand by the throat and slowly let go, and the burly body fell to the ground with a bang, completely dead.