Seeing that Ling Yun had shamelessly started a guerrilla war, the two leaders of the Jewish Holy Order, who were the commanders of this operation, suddenly frowned with anger, as if they wanted to rush forward and scatter this shameless "Eastern Demon" into pieces. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, Wade and the middle-aged man used their strong bodies to block their way, it seemed that if they wanted to kill the hateful "Eastern Demon", they had to step on each other's corpses first, so they stared at the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice: "Middle-aged man, it seems that today's battle between us is inevitable." ”

"Iro, Caesars, I didn't expect that after so many years of friendship between us, we would have to fight to see each other in the end!"

Looking at the two old friends in front of him who had been friends with him for many years, the middle-aged man just replied with a cold face, but he didn't mean to let go of his body at all.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's talk with our fists!"

At this time, the hot-tempered Caesar roared like a thunderbolt, and his legs went straight to the middle-aged man's old friend, and the original skinny body swelled up in an instant like a famous Japanese inflatable doll, and directly broke through the clothes on his body, revealing the strong muscles that were raised below.

Compared to most masters in the dark world, who generally like to use swords and the like as their own weapons, Caesars's most commonly used weapon is his huge and powerful pair of iron fists, especially after the body has surged, the huge impact force formed is even more extraordinary, just like a meteorite falling from the sky and falling rapidly, before the person arrived, the middle-aged man felt waves of continuous attack.

"Dear Caesars, your fiery temper should indeed be changed, otherwise you wouldn't have been in the Order for so many years, and in the end you would only be a small leader equivalent to a high-level thug!"

In the face of the sudden thunderous blow, the middle-aged man who knew very well how powerful the opponent's blow was, immediately chose to temporarily avoid its edge, and with a quick mistake in his body, he avoided the huge fist that Caesar was oncoming on, making the opponent's powerful heavy blow pounce in the air, and quickly moved his body to turn behind the opponent, and then raised his leg to be a powerful side kick.

However, Caesars, who also knew the combat characteristics of middle-aged men very well, seemed to have expected such a reaction from the other party, so he quickly stopped his body and did not give the other party a chance to sneak attack from behind, and turned around to slash at the neck of the middle-aged man with a hand knife.

Blocking Caesars' hand knife with both hands, the middle-aged man did not give the other party a chance to continue attacking, and raised his knee directly towards his lower abdomen, so that Caesar had to retreat sharply to avoid the doom of being hit hard in the soft abdomen.

At this time, while the middle-aged man and Caesar were fighting fiercely, Wade and Ilo on the other side were also unwilling, and they took out their weapons and fought together, and the guns and knives were very happy.

I saw that Wade, who was holding an obviously modified Desert Eagle, was rapidly retreating at this time to give full play to the long-range shooting specialty of the weapon in his hand. (To a master of Wade's level, he still uses firearms, which is indeed very rare in the dark world)

And the master of the Jewish Holy Order, who was called Iloh by the middle-aged man just now, held a short knife that flashed a cold light under the dim starlight of the night sky and pressed against the other party tightly, obviously not wanting the Desert Eagle large-caliber pistol in Wade's hand to come in handy.

"Boy, die!"

Ilo, who was obviously a step higher, suddenly raised the energy in his body to the limit, like a Ferrari sports car that suddenly accelerated, and swooped down on Wade.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

In just an instant, the master of the Jewish Holy Order swung seven swords at the opponent in a row, the powerful blade cutting through the air and cutting strange arcs in the void, and then attacked Wade who was surrounded in the middle from seven directions at the same time.

"Damn, this time it's really a kick!"

Looking at the seven sharp blades coming at him from different directions, although Wade knew that only one of them might be a lethal genuine product, he just couldn't accurately judge the true location of the deadly weapon.

"Fight!"

Faced with the unfavorable situation in front of him, Wade had no choice but to raise the energy in his body to the limit and build a defensive qi wall around his body, and then raised his hand to raise the Desert Eagle to aim at the short knife that was rushing behind his right "Bang, Bang" is two shots, and after finding that the two bullets directly penetrated the knife body and disappeared without a trace, he dodged and retreated sharply to the right rear with the short knife composed of phantoms.

Just as he moved his body quickly, ready to break out of the encirclement from the sharp blade that had been identified as a phantom, a very strong sense of uneasiness suddenly welled up in his heart, as if the originally illusory blade was gradually transforming from a non-lethal phantom to a real killing weapon capable of killing people as he approached.

At this critical moment of life and death, Wade finally burst out of his inner potential and let his entire body sink inward, just like a flattened cartoon character with an action that is absolutely impossible to do in an ordinary way, and finally successfully avoided the doom of being wiped by the blade and directly cut into two pieces at the last moment.

Although he dodged the other party's fatal blow, Wade's right arm was still cut by a sharp blade with a deep wound, and the gushing blood instantly stained the entire sleeve.

The gaze in his eyes was still so firm, but the right hand holding the gun had begun to tremble slightly, and it was obvious that the knife just now had caused great damage to Wade's right hand that could not be ignored.

"The right hand has been hit hard, see how you still hold the gun?"

With a burst of gloomy laughter, Ilo didn't seem to want to give Wade any chance to turn the tables, and without waiting for the opponent to stand firm, he quickly moved his body and swung his knife at Wade.

Dodging the knife with a very unsightly donkey rolling position, Wade stood up again with his left hand on his right arm, and the blood gushing from the wound on his right arm continued to drip down his fingertips, forming a small pool of red liquid.

"You're dead!"

Iloh's wide Jewish garment hissed in the wind, and the cruel smile on his lips looked so terrible in the dark night.

The knife wound left on Wade's arm by the quick knife in Ilo's hand was not immediately fatal, but it was enough to make the other party absolutely unable to hold anything else for a short period of time.

If a gunner can't even hold a gun, like a fierce African lion without fangs, then what is he afraid of?

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you!"

At this moment of life and death, mercy to the enemy will only cost him his life, and Iro, who understands this very well, seized the opportunity in front of him, and his whole body rushed towards Wade like a white mist, and the cold light of the blade in his hand flashed with amazing momentum.

Just as Iloh was about to beckon Wade with the knife in his hand, he suddenly felt a few drops of warm liquid splash on his face, blurring his vision for a while.

At that moment, the time of the whole world seemed to stand still, and just when Iloh thought that it was impossible for Wade to dodge his mortal blow again, a silver-gray desert eagle that flashed a cold light in the dark night was already on the center of his eyebrows, and the quick knife in Ilo's hand was less than half a centimeter away from Wade's heart.

"It's incredible that the nerve in the right hand has been severed and that you can still hold a gun!"

Iroh knew very well how seriously he had inflicted the other man's right hand with the knife just now, so when he found out that the other party was actually holding a pistol with his right hand and pointing it at his eyebrows, his face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief.

Looking at the master of the Jewish Holy Order in front of him, whose face had changed drastically and seemed to be a little unconvinced of the facts in front of him, Wade smiled and said, "Don't you know that there is not only one 'super soldier' who has undergone body modification within the Hell Organization. ”

"I see!"

After all, Ilo is a master who has seen big scenes, and after a short period of surprise, he immediately returned to normal, and coldly praised him, "The speed at which you draw your gun is undoubtedly the fastest one I have ever seen." ”

"Thank you!"

In the face of the enemy's praise, Wade replied politely, and then asked with a smile: "So, do you say that my gun is fast, or your knife is fast?"

"You'd better give up that ridiculous thought in your mind, unless a miracle happens, your gun will surely be no faster than the knife in my hand. ”

"I don't believe in miracles, I only believe in myself!"

Before the words fell, Wade had already pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle in his hand, and a large-caliber pistol bullet was only a centimeter away from the target, and it came out of its disembowelment and went straight to the center of Ilo's eyebrows.

And what happened next is like a slow-motion playback made of stunts in a film and television drama, which makes people feel a little incredible.

Iroh's head tilted slightly to the left, not much, but the bullet that shot from Wade's pistol only grazed the skin of his face, leaving a clear trajectory in the air and sinking into the far wall.

"I said it earlier......"

Iro, who successfully dodged the opponent's fatal blow, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest before he could be proud, and then he snorted and spat blood and fell to the ground.

Looking at the gunshot wound on his chest, which was constantly gushing out of bright red liquid, Ilo seemed to be a little unconvinced, and shouted, "Why is this happening, how is it possible!" (To be continued.) )