Beiying took people on the speedboat, and he was going to pick up the ships carrying munitions.

The black night is like a beast with a huge mouth open, and under the dark and quiet sea level, there is darkness that can swallow a qiē. A couple of small boats, lying in ambush not far from the port. The man standing at the bow of the ship was tall and large, and under the cover of darkness, he watched every movement on the shore.

The sound of footsteps drilled into his ears, and Mo Yao's agile figure flashed out from behind the container, and slammed a grappling hand into the throat of a man in black, and at the same time flew up and kicked another man in black in the chest.

With a muffled snort, the man in black who was kicked fell out several meters heavily, and the machete fell to the ground with a clatter. The man in black who was choked by the throat didn't even have time to hum, and Mo Yao twisted his neck with one hand, and his life was gone.

With a strong push, the man in black fell in front, and at this time, the man in black who was kicked down had already stood up and rushed towards Mo Yao with both fists.

Mo Yao shook his wrist, some days without moving, a lot of points.

The man in black rushed in front of him, Mo Yao raised his arm to block the other party's fist that smashed into his face, hooked his hand and clasped the wrist of the man in black, his body flashed to the side of the man in black, raised his leg violently, and gave the man in black a heavy blow to the lower abdomen with his knee.

The man in black suddenly saw a black eye, only to feel that all his internal organs were displaced, and his painful facial muscles were tangled together, and he took a few steps back with his lower abdomen in his hand.

Mo Yao flew a whirlwind kick that knocked him to the ground.

The man in black struggled and struggled, but finally failed to get up.

Mo Yao walked up in a few steps, stepped on his chest with polished leather shoes, and stepped on it hard, and the blood in the black-clothed mouth gushed out, wetting the placket on his chest.

Mo Yao had a victorious smile on his face, his body leaned slightly, and the terrifying momentum shrouded the black man's clothes like an invisible net, "Who are you the one who sent you?" ”

The man in black looked at him with obscure eyes, and the man who was as dark as Satan was cold without a trace of emotion.

He smiled suddenly, a hint of urgency flashing in his dull eyes, "You won't know. After saying that, like all samurai who did not complete the task, he chose to bite the root of his teeth and end his life.

"If you don't say it, you'll know." Mo Yao kicked away the black-clothed man at his feet and strode in the direction where Chu Qiao's shout had just come from.

This woman who doesn't know life and death is shouting at the top of her voice in this situation, looking for death!

Chu Qiao has deeply realized what it means to not die if you don't die. She didn't call Mo Yao with a scream, but called a man dressed in black who was wrapped like a dumpling.

Chu Qiao held the container with one hand and kept moving his body backwards.

When the man in black saw Qiao's appearance clearly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

This trace of mood was captured by Chu Qiao's eyes. This is the fear that comes out of the face of a more powerful opponent, Chu Qiao thinks that he has no momentum yet, and he can make the other party frightened and defeated without a fight.

Suddenly there was a whistle in the air, and the long whistle echoed over the sea for a long time, it was the sound of the ship approaching the shore, and the ship carrying the arms had arrived.

The man in black seemed to hear the whistle, as if he had heard a summons, and quickly disappeared from Chu Qiao's side, not knowing where to go.

Mo Yao stopped, turned around and walked in the direction of the port, he saw the shadow of the last man in black flickering and disappearing in the direction of the port, Chu Qiao should not be in danger for the time being.