There are also people with keen touches among the gangsters, they feel weird, and some people are even whispering in their mouths in a nervous whisper, 'He killed Liu Qiang, he killed Liu Qiang'......', and then they couldn't find any arguments to support their feelings and disappeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Therefore, after experiencing the initial panic, when the gangsters realized that the source of the chaos was only a young man who was probably underage, he finally relaxed, and then anger.

A gangster with long hair, tied with a rubber band and tied into pigtails, walked over with a baton-like thing in his hand. His expression was arrogant and resentful, as if he was genuinely remorseful for the tragic death and casualties of his brother a moment ago.

And at this time, the young man who was mediocre in stature, but seemed a little obese, was also going to him.

The two men collided as a matter of course, and the man with his hair poked the young man in the chest with a leather stick, and then the big demon glanced at him, and a strange smile bloomed on his face.

The cold wind blew in through the open iron door, the snow was raised in the darkness along with the waste newspapers, and in the light of the fire in the courtyard, the young man of mediocre figure opened his five fingers at the man in front of him.

Huge winds gathered under the pale moon, ominous light distorting and distorting groups of paintings.

The lights not far away were blown and swayed, and with a 'zi' sound, it was in vain, it flickered twice, and then lit up again.

However, in the flickering of the light, a huge evil suddenly erupted between the short fingers, turning into a viscous and strange thing that penetrated into people's hearts.

By the time the lights came back on, the strange boy who had driven over had already walked in towards the crowd a little more.

He stepped over the corpse of the man on the ground with a look of expression, just as he had stepped over Tork Ferron. However, at this time, everyone was shocked to find that the man lying on the ground was the same gangster who had poked people with a leather baton before.

He threw himself on the ground, his face turned sideways, his eyelids turned outward, dead to death.

And along his arm, extending to his lower abdomen and chest, a black, snake-like mollusk was winding in and out. The creature was swarthy and soft, like a python holding food around the dead, and the other end of the body was already crawling inward along the man's gaping mouth—it was the leather baton in the man's hand.

In the darkness, no one knew what had happened to the man who had fallen and the leather baton in his hand, and Griffith kept walking towards the crowd.

The people who were further back could not see what happened at that moment clearly, and some people were still shouting 'beat him...... '...... avenge their brother', but the voice was sparse, and gradually, even such a voice was gone.

The silence came again and strangely, and everyone couldn't understand what had happened before, but they were already afraid in their hearts. Then a voice shouted, 'Stop, ......', and then someone couldn't stand the pressure and shot at him.

The moment the gunshots were remembered, Griffith quickly moved sideways and plunged into the crowd.

The story of a big demon and a flock of self-righteous little sheep......

After that, things became rough and monotonous.

Griffith took control of his body, swimming among the thugs. His physical skills are good, there are parts accumulated in the previous life, and there are also parts that are strengthened by cause and effect in this life, although it is not the direction he is really good at, but there is no problem in dealing with the unorganized and unrecorded miscellaneous fish.

The big demon is like a slippery fish swimming among the polyps, his body is light, and he doesn't seem to have much great strength, but between his gestures, it does bring blood.

Fingers ran across the Adam's apple of one of the thugs, and Griffith pulled him in front of him with a backhand. A thug'...... Griffith's hand reached from behind the body, pinched his chin and flicked it, and a crisp 'gaba' sound sounded, and the thug collapsed to the ground with his head drooping with the knife.

Two more people rushed from the direction diagonally behind, and Griffith hit the body of the comer, and the two were pushed by the force and dragged their feet off the ground by five or six meters. By the time his body touched the ground again, he collapsed and was already silent.

And not far away, someone came with a pistol, Griffith nimbly walked through the gap in the crowd, the man aimed for a long time but did not find a good opportunity, gritted his teeth, pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out, missed the target, but hit the other thug in the lower abdomen.

This brief chaotic eruption roared headlessly and brainlessly, and in the cold night, the mediocre and even slightly chubby man who had not yet grown up because of his age flickered lightly in the small torrent of black clothes.

Not too far away, Fenciel was hanging from the beams with her hands in bondage, and as far as she could see, the man broke the thug's legs, grabbed his neck, and threw him on the ground.

The knife wind struck, and the man snatched the knife with his backhand, dodging the other side's flying kicks, and pinning the person to the ground.

He straightened up slowly, and by this time he had already slaughtered through the dilapidated courtyard, and five or six unknown human bodies were laid out at his feet in the shape of fans.

He had a somewhat messy haircut, and his clothes were actually a little dirty, with a few marks of scratching by knives and stones.

The Great Demon pulled the knife from the chest of the thug who was pinned to the ground, and without looking at it, the tip of the knife stretched back, piercing the two men who were preparing to sneak up on them from behind.

The blade slashed horizontally, and the blade broke out, and Griffith's body cut most of the body from the abdomen, and then took a big stride, and the body disappeared behind the other person.

The astonishing slaughter unfolded at the time when the man drew his knife, nimble as a snake, without giving anyone a chance to take it seriously. Everywhere he went, the sword was shining, like the god of war, and no one could stop him.

Although it is obvious that they will be wounded, wounded by bullets, or even killed. But the man was very conscious, and the pace of killing was dizzyingly fast, and basically no one could keep up with him.

A half-arc fountain of blood erupted in midair, and one of the thugs slowly fell down clutching his severed arm. The short knife in the big demon's hand rotated flexibly between his five fingers, and his footsteps did not stop, fast like a black shadow, and in just a moment, he had already dragged a person out of everyone's sight.

This kind of killing lasted about fifteen minutes, and there were originally twenty-seven or eight men in the courtyard of the factory, but after being crushed by the SUV, Griffith came out of the scene, and there were less than ten people who could stand.

Of course, in the past ten minutes, Griffith has also been hiding and moving in cover or simply pulling a person to dodge.

Because the other party has firearms, his shot is relatively modest, but even so, some people have already been scared.

The knife flashed, and the bullet hit the knife, bursting into a burst of fire.

In the panic, someone shot at him, and his eyes were already a little red, not afraid of the smell of his own casualties.

Five or six meters apart, the man with the gun was obviously stunned when he saw someone blocking the bullet with a knife, and the big demon turned around and glanced at the man.

Knife light, one line!

Almost teleporting, Griffith suddenly drew his knife from five or six meters in front of the man, swung it, raised it, and instantly reached the back of the gunman.

After that, the sound of breaking the air came slowly, and the gunman looked in front of him in confusion and then turned his head to look behind him, and the entire upper body and the half of the firearm in his hand slipped in vain, hanging on the ground, and the incision was neat.

The knife was almost at its limit, almost cutting off time. The indomitable desolate temperament not only cut off the gunman, but also cut off the other thug who was screaming 'ahh......h

Such a knife beyond common sense completely crushed the last line of defense in the hearts of the gangsters, and some people shouted and threw away the knives and guns in their hands, covered their heads and ran out of the panicked iron gate, but they were chased by Griffith and crucified one by one.

In the distant firelight, the fat man with the **** bronzed upper body held the fire whip in his hand and froze there, and under the collapsed high platform, Tork Ferron repeated in a low voice in a delightful voice:

"He's a wizard...... Why won't you believe me...... I said that...... I said it......"

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Although Griffith did not use the assassination that he was relatively good at this time, but in the form of a semi-strong assault, because the quality of the other party was uneven, and the people with guns were not decisive enough, he had many scruples, and he was killed all of them as soon as he broke in.

Griffith threw the blood-stained knife on the ground, in fact, after the fierce battle before, the ordinary short knife had already been curled in many places.

The big demon's gaze crossed the open space and fixed its eyes on the body of the woman hanging on the beam, and the woman over there seemed to be a little unable to react at this time, she was hanging, and blood was still dripping from her single clothes.

The woman's mouth was open, her head was tilted over her shoulders, and her expression was glazed.

……

The winter wind blew away the bloody smell of the courtyard, and this gorgeous night played out many things in a very intense way.

A sincere and cowardly girl like Fenciel may never have thought of being kidnapped in her life.

But tonight, a lot of unexpected things happened, and the wave after wave of reversals and counterattacks was like a gorgeous stage play, with ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs......

Fenciel felt her emotions switch back and forth between joy and sorrow for several rounds, and at the end of the day, she was a little confused that she couldn't tell the truth and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

But this night, it's still a long ......